CHAPTER 33- Done
Demi's POV
Mia's been home for two weeks now and Nicko's going out with his boys tonight. I'm not thrilled about his going out, but I'm happy to just spend more alone time with Mia. I know he's going to he drinking, but I trust him enough not to get too wasted.
"Alright doll, I'm leaving." Nicko came in, wearing a tight black t-shirt and leather jacket, he kissed Mia's fingers and then my cheek and walked out of the door. I sighed, and picked up the sleeping baby, walking over to the couch and laying down with her on my chest. I know I told Nicko that I didn't want to him to change, and in a ton of aspects that's true. But the only thing I would is the amount he drinks. I'm fine with him having a few drinks, and maybe getting tipsy enough to just be silly with me. But when he's wasted, that's when things get ugly. He's cold and bitter, and gets so angry so easily.
The time passed quickly and soon I was putting Mia down for the night and changing into pajamas. I started to read my book as I sat down on the couch and soon got so into it I didn't notice hours going by until headlights shone through the window and the clock read 2 am. Nicko stumbled through the door and I immediately knew something was wrong. He was breathing heavily and stomping.
"Babe?" I asked, standing up and walking over to him, "Are you okay?" Nicko looked up and I gasped at the sight of his bruised and bloody face. "Nicko! What the hell happened?!"
He rolled his eyes, "Isn't it obvious? Some kid was bein' a little bitch so I put him in his place, he got in a few good ones."
I shook my head, "Nicko you're a dad, you can't just go around starting bar fights.
Nicko laughed, "Really? Just go to bed I don't wanna deal with your shit."
Ouch. I knew he was shit-faced, but that one still hurt.
"No i'm not gonna just go to bed and let you think this is okay! You can't just start fights! Think about your girlfriend, or better yet your two week old daughter at home!"
Something in Nicko's eyes flashed and I knew something bad was coming, "WHAT IF I DONT WANT TO BE A DAD?!" He roared, and I gasped. "WHAT IF I DONT WANT TO LEAVE MY AMAZING, FUN LIFE FOR SOMETHING SO BORING?!"
I stepped forward, "DONT YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN. I DONT CARE HOW MUCH YOU DONT WANT THIS, YOU ARE A DAD AND NOTHING YOU DO WILL CHANGE THAT. YOU CAN FUCK UP YOUR LIFE ALL YOU WANT BUT YOU WILL NOT HAVING ME LEADING THE SYMPATHY PARADE FOR YOU. YOU'RE PATHETIC."
Nicko stepped forward, his hand raising through the air and I flinched back, letting out a strangled sound as I tripped and landed on my butt, scrambling away from him. He stared at his hand, then me in horror and was about to speak before I interrupted him.
"Save it. We're done."
I ran up stairs and slammed Mia's door locking it and waking her up in the process. Thankfully, she didn't scream, but just looked up at me with wide eyes. I quickly packed her a bag and then picked her up, soothingly cooing in her ear as I opened the door to see Nicko standing there.
"You're not leaving me."
"Yes I am." I shoved past him and he tried to walk after me, but his steps were slowed by the alcohol in his system.
"Don't do this Demi." He slurred, obviously trying to think straight as I buckled Mia into her car seat. "You'll be back in the morning anyways."
I shook my head, finally turning towards him. "No I won't be. This is it Nicko, we're over. You don't wanna be a dad? You don't have to be. Have fun with your amazing life without me in it. I will not have this life for my daughter." With that, I got in the car and drove away without looking back.
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The next morning I woke up in my familiar bed at my house, the memories of last night immediately bringing tears to my eyes. Beside me, Mia slept peacefully in her carrier, looking adorable. I checked my phone, and wasn't surprised to see at least fifty missed calls and at least three times that in texts. All from Nicko. With a sigh I put my phone down and rubbed my eyes, he'd never stop, I know him enough to understand that. There was a knock on my door and my mom poked her head in.
"Demi? Are you awake?"
I sighed, "Yeah i'm up."
She stepped inside the room and sat on the edge of my bed, "What happened babygirl?"
I shrugged, "He fucked up. He went out drinking and got into a bar fight, then came home drunk off of his ass and bruised up so I told him he needs to start thinking of his daughter and then he starts shouting about how he doesn't even want to me a dad. I told he was pathetic and he almost hit me. I've never been so scared he was going to hurt me. I don't want that life for my daughter so I packed a bag and left."
My mom shook her head and pulled me into a hug, "I'm not justifying his actions at all, but he needs to be able to see his daughter. You don't have to go back with him but at least give him that."
I nodded, "I know that, I'll call him now. I'm not going back with him, ever. But i'll try to be as civil as possible, for Mia's sake."
My mom smiled down at her granddaughter, "Everythings gonna be okay."
I stood up and grabbed my cellphone, walking out of the room to the balcony and called Nicko.
"Demi?! Oh my God baby i'm so-"
"Save it." I hissed, and he fell silent. "I'm going to let you see Mia, I don't want her growing up without a father. But us? We're done Nicko."
I heard him breathing heavily through the phone, "Please Demi... don't do this. Just... don't make this permanent. I'll give you all the time you need, even years just please don't say this is it. I won't be able to handle it. Just give me an endpoint and I'll take whatever the pain is."
I inhaled sharply at the ache in my heart but remained firm, "As of right now, we are no more than two people who have a kid together. I don't want to be friends with you, I don't want to see you anymore except for dropping her off and picking Mia up."
"No." He begged, "Demi.. Baby please I can't handle this, not again. You promised I'd never lose you. You promised just don't do this please. I'll do anything baby."
"Nicko." I took a shuddering breath as I said the words I knew would hurt him the most. "You didn't just scare me last night. You traumatized me. Last night, you looked just like your father. You looked like a monster. I don't want that, I don't want you, You've lost me for good. I'll see you on Saturday so you can see Mia for the day."
With that, I hung up and tried to stop the tears that were pouring down my cheeks.
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