Three Years A Nick Jonas Story (Book One)

Chapter 14

Joe's POV

What can I do to show you I'm sorry?

I've really screwed things up big time. I don't know how I'm getting out of this hole. Once Des brought me a bowl of soup. I instantly dropped it spilling it all over my self. I felt the tears forming in my eyes as the heat priced into my skin. Damn, did that hurt but, not as much as..
Des sighed before getting up to grab a towel and ice.

"My God Joe, look at yourself." She cleaned the mess I had made and placed the ice on my legs. I whimpered as the ice stung my skin. Today really sucks. Des sat there and looked at me. While I stared at the blank tv screen. Just as I was about to break down, anger stormed in. This wasn't my fault. I didn't kiss her back nor did I enjoy it. She smelt like alcohol and cigarettes. I turned my hands into fists as this anger started to rise.

"Joe, are you okay?" She asked placing her hand on mine. Once I felt her touch I jumped up. I ran to the nearest wall and punched it. Des gasped as she ran over to me. With my arm stuck within the wall that's when I broke down. She bent down and helped get my arm out. It was full of scratches and blood dripped on her tile floor. She simply ignored it and brought me back to the couch. She retrieved another towel and wrapped it around my arm. The pain in both my arm and legs had vanished. Yet, it was still there. It just turned numb. I shut my eyes and focused on my heart beat. With each one I felt myself going in deeper and deeper. Until I was staring right at it. The edges around it started to crack. Soon enough it was oozing out everything that I ever loved. As my love drained down. I could feel the cracks starting to get bigger and bigger. Soon enough it finally broke into two. My heart couldn't take anymore. I placed my hand at the bottom of my chest as one half fell to the bottom. The other just hung there rocking back and forth continuing to drip. I felt so helpless.

~There's a storm coming out
And I gotta prepare myself
Cause this feeling's getting stronger everyday
Something's creeping inside everything is about to change
Gotta face the fact that I can't walk away.

This is critical
I am feeling helpless
So hysterical
And this can't be healthy
I can't eat or sleep when you're not with me
Baby, you're the air I breathe
This is critical
I'm still stuck on you.~

"Des, I can hear your music from your headphones," I sighed laying down. Des paused her music and took her headphones out.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with guilt in her eyes. I was about to say, 'it's fine' when the door swung open. Nick walked into the room. He noticed; the hole in the wall, my scratched up arm and burnt leg.

"My God Des, what did you do to him? You were suppose to watch him. Not beat the living shit out of him." Des rolled her eyes.

"Ha ha very funny. Speaking of watching shouldn't you be with Shay?" The sound of her name tore at my half hearted heart.

"I was watching Shay, but she fell asleep."

"So you just left Shay there?"

"No I did not leave Shay 'just there.' She knew I had left." I swear if they say her name one more time.

"Alright, how is Shay doing?" Oh my gosh that's it!

"There is really no need for you guys to say her name in every sentence. I mean really come on?" I said placing my bloody towel over my head. Things then got real quite. I opened my eyes once I noticed my towel being lifted. Des and Nick had traded spots.

"We're sorry man, if it helps at all she's just as miserable as you." I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks bro, remind me when my next therapy session is." Nick lifted one eyebrow.

"Well if it helps I made her happy by-" He stopped. Why did he stop?

"By what?" I asked now curious of what my brother had done.

"Oh you know being there for her." He swiftly ran to his girlfriend and wrapped her in his arm. What's my brother hiding? Sometime smells a little funky and it's not the soup still lingering on me.