Demi

Nicko shut the door and locked it, his voice a growl, "Where's Mia?"

"She's with my mom." I whispered. "She's fine."

He grabbed my hand and brought me into the bathroom, helping me up to sit on the counter, "Show me."

I leaned over and began to wash the makeup off my face, the reached for a towel. When I finally looked up, Nicko was trembling, he tentatively reached out his hand to touch my cheek and then it swept down to my collar bones, brushing over the bruises in the shape of Chris' hands.

"Is this all of it?"

I shook my head, "No."

He sighed, "I want to see. I want to make sure nothings broken."

I got off the counter and walked into his bedroom, sitting on the bed as I pulled my shoes off and unbuttoned my pants. Self-consciously, I pulled them down, and got my shirt over my head until I sat there in my bra and underwear. I felt the bed shift and knew Nicko was sitting behind me. His hand warmed my skin as it glided over the bruises on my back before he spoke once more.

"Lay down, on your back."

I did as he said, and he gently removed my arms from hiding my stomach, where I knew a lot of the damage was from him kicking me in the ribs. He fingers gently prodded at the ribs, making sure each one wasn't broken before pulling out his cell phone.

"Dianna. I need you to bring Mia to my house, not Demi's. Something's happened. It's like Wilmer all over again. If you see Chris anywhere, lock the doors and call the police. Okay? Yes... No she's okay. Yes I will. I'll see you tomorrow then."

He hung up then resumed his examination of me, "Your mom is keeping Mia tonight, she'll drop her off tomorrow night."

Nicko's eyes were full of pain as he met my gaze, his hand spreading over my cheek, "Why didn't you tell me? I could've stopped him. I could've... I could've killed him."

I shook my head, "It's what he said to me. It's what he said to me that made me not reach out." Nicko furrowed his brow and I let out a whimper, "He told me... that this was what I deserved. That it was my fault..." I pulled my lips in, "And I believed him."

He shook his head and buried his head in his hands, "I don't know how I didn't see this coming." The shaking started again and his hands knotted in his hair, "I'm gonna kill him."

"Don't leave." I whispered, "Please."

Nicko looked up at me, "I don't want to hurt you." 

I nodded, "You won't."

Carefully, he laid down next to me and I curled my body around his, pushing my face into the crook of his neck, we were silent for a long time until I finally spoke, my lips quivering.

"I don't wanna be broken up anymore."

He took a deep breath, "Me either."

My eyes closed, "That wasn't me who said those things to you. He took my phone. Tonight he got drunk, and he called me over. He was trying to get me to tell him that I loved him."

My eyes opened and Nicko was staring at with a heartbroken expression, "Why didn't you? Just to save yourself from this pain?"

I swallowed, "Because I couldn't. The words couldn't physically come out of my mouth. It's because I never did love him. I love you, and only you."

He blinked a couple times, "You do?"

I nodded, "I don't know what you did to me, it's like no matter how hard I try everything goes back to you. Everything I know is you and I don't know if it's what's good for me but it's what I want. I crave you in every aspect of my life. I miss laughing with you, and talking for hours at night when we both have to be up early the next day. I miss you being my best friend, and you being someone that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I miss you, being you."

Nicko rolled on his side, "I don't  really know what to say. You know where I stand-"

He cut off and I followed his gaze downward toward my inner thighs, where bruises stood out. It was clear the intent of those bruises.

"I'm going to kill him. Now. Come on."

He stood up and I followed, pulling on my clothes and running into his garage full of amazing cars. It only had a few new additions, like a huge, jeep wrangler which was apparently our destination. He helped me in, then got in himself and the engine roared.

"Nicko please don't actually kill him." I murmured, "Just do your thing, but don't go to jail."

"I'm not going to jail."

He pulled out onto the highway and began to drive, speeding around cars in true Nicko fashion. His hand slipped from the gear shift to my leg and I smiled softly, "I love you."

His body relaxed a bit, "I love you too." He glanced over with a cheesy smile, "And for the record, I missed you too."

We pulled onto my street and Nicko screeched into my driveway, narrowly missing Chris' car. I went to reach for the door handle but he shook his head, grabbing my hand, "Don't get out of this car."

I cupped his cheek and leaned in, bringing our lips together, "Don't kill him."

"I won't."

Nicko pulled away and ran inside.

~*~

Nicko

I could feel the monster inside of my pounding at it's cage to get out the entire drive over here. The second I stepped out of the car, I let it consume me. My vision began to turn red, and I ran into the house, my hands itching to hit something. As I looked around for him, a low groan near the living room made my head snap up and a smile come to my face. Chris was lying on the ground, one hand holding his head as he looked around, confused.

"Fucking bitch." He growled, standing up. He looked fine on his feet, so it looked like as fair a fight as it could get. I had fifty pounds on him, and six inches. The dick hadn't seen me yet, so I watch as he fumed, "I'm gonna get her, fucking kill her, and the daughter."

That did it.

I stepped out from the shadows, and watched in satisfaction as his face drained of color, "N-Nicko... What are you doing here?"

The monster smiled, and so did I, "I know you like to hit people." He gulped, and I chuckled, slowly rolling up my sleeves. "So I was wondering if you'd like to try and hurt someone who's more of your caliber. More capable of fighting back."

"I... I don't think that's necessary-"

"I'm afraid you misunderstand Chris." My voice was calm, "You hurt, the mother of my child, and you raped her. Then you threaten my daughter?"

"It wasn't a real threat I promise. And I never raped her, she just rolled over."

I snapped, shoving him back, "Then explain the bruises."

Chris bit his lip, then threw a punch that I didn't see coming. It hit me square in the jaw, but I barely flinched. The adrenaline flowing through me eliminated any pain I could feel. Chris' eyes widened and he took a step back as I opened my eyes and chuckled once more. "You're dead."

When I walked out of the house, my knuckles were clean of the blood I washed off in the sink, he barely touched me after the first punch he threw, so I was essentially unharmed. I looked back at Chris, laying on the floor groaning while he held his face.

"If you ever, come near my family again, if you don't go to jail for this, then I'll hunt you down. And this time? I won't stop."

He nodded pitifully and spat out blood, groaning once more before sagging into a heap.

I walked out of the house and instantly Demi got out of the jeep, running towards me and throwing herself into my arms, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you at all? Oh God, your jaw. Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head and practically carried her back to the car, "No, I'm fine. He didn't get me. One punch, that's it."

"And him?"

I forced a smile, trying to reign the monster back in again so I wouldn't go back and actually kill him, "He's going to live, unfortunately. But he won't be giving you any other problems."

Demi scooted over in her seat, "Do you want me to drive?"

I slowly shook my head, "No, but I need to get away from this place, as far away as possible."

She gently took my hand and intertwined our fingers, "So let's go."

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