"Would you just give me the romote?" Whit argued as she laid down on the bed beside Nick, they'd been out partying, but came in early, it was five til' midnight. They were currently in Sweden, preparing to go on tour the next week. They'd been out to dinner at six, then to clubbing at eight, but due to the small crowds at clubs, they'd came back early. Nick had started drinking when they entered the club and was half drunk as he laid on the bed, staring at the screen. The major news of the moment, Amber was pregnant again, this time both her and Brian hoped it'd work.
"What?" Nick asked, annoyed as he looked over at her.
"I said, will you give me the remote, god are you deaf, we've watched this movie ten times" Whit sighed as she looked back at him, then back at the screen where 'Big Daddy' was playing.
"No I'm not deaf and why can't we watch this again?" Nick asked.
"Because like I've said we've seen it ten damn times already, whats the point when we can watch something else.." Whit began.
"Oh I forgot, we have to watch what you want to watch, why are you always such a bitch?" Nick stated.
Whit's mouth dropped open, "We never watch what I want to watch, we always have to have it your way, thats all you worry about, youself. And if I'm a bitch towards you, it's because you make me that damn way, you need to stop, you're drunk" Whit replied as she sat up on the bed, looking at him.
"Just shut the hell up and take the damn remote, watch whatever you want to watch" Nick stated as he threw the remote at her, hitting her shoulder as it fell into her lap. He turned so he was sitting sideways on the bed.
"No Nick, take the damn remote, I'm going to somebody else's room whose not such a jackass" Whit yelled, throwing the remote back at him and getting off the bed. Walking across the room she made it to the door, just as she turned the knob Nick's hand grabbed her arm.
"What?" Whit asked, turning to face him as she pulled her arm away from his own as she leaned against the wall and looked at him, all in annoyance.
"Aww c'mon, I didn't mean it, why watch Tv in the first place..." Nick began as he started kissing her neck, one had working on the buttons of her shirt, the other sliding up her shirt, then
down into the wasitband of her pants. "Let's just fuck and forget about it" he finished.
"Get off of me" Whit said, pushing against his body, only for him to push back against hers. She pushed again, "I said get off of me" she stated, finally pushing him off of her. His last comment replaying in her mind, she raised her hand and slapped him. Anger filled Nick's body as his physcial strength and the alcohol overtook his ability to think straight, he lifted his own hand and hit her back. Shock overtook Whit, she couldn't believe he had just hit her, she reached for the door handle again, Nick grabbed her arm again, she started to fight back. "Let go of me" she stated, trying her best to pull away from him, after a few minutes of verbally and physcially fighting with him, she finally got away, she felt his hand lash across the back of her head just as she closed the door behind her. "It's over, it is fucking over, if it was never over before, it sure as hell is now" she yelled as Brian opened his hotel room door, it was the nearest hotel room.
"Whit, what happened?" Brian asked as he followed her into the room, looking over her clothing, the worst thought came to him. "Did he rape you?" he asked, sitting beside her on the bed, Amber coming to the other side.
"Did who rape who?" Lauren and AJ asked as they entered from the balcony.
"No Brian, he didn't, he wouldn't have either...he hit me though, twice, I mean I hit him first because he wouldn't get off of me, I'm physical yes, but I'm no match for a six foot two man .." Whit's voice trailed off as she let her head fall.
"Who hit you?" Kevin demanded as himself and Howie entered the room, Kevin had borrowed one of Brian's room keys, so he had a sure way in.
"Nick" Whitney stated as she lifted her eyes to meet Kevin's.
"He what?" Kevin yelled, more of a statment.
"He's drunk" Whit commented as she laid back on the bed.
"I don't care if he's drunk, sober, what he is, he has no business hitting you, no man has no business hitting a woman" Kevin objected.
"Well it's over, don't worry about it Kevin" Whit sighed.
"No, I'm going over there" Kevin stated as he left the hotel room and marched across the hall.
"What in the hell do you want?" Nick asked, opening the door and rolling his eyes.
"Listen, I'm not one of your girlfriends that you can just slap around, but if you ever, and I mean ever lay another hand on her or any female, I swear to god Nick, I'll whip your ass" Kevin answered, slamming Nick against the wall as he pushed his way into the room.
"Get the fuck off of me" Nick yelled as he pushed Kevin.
"You didn't seem to listen to her, why should I listen to you?" Kevin asked as he pushed Nick back. Five minutes later they were in a full blown fighting match, both swinging punches when everyone else walked in.
"You two stop it" Whit ordered as she crossed her arms and looked at them.
"Would you get the hell out of here" Nick stated as he looked at her.
"Nick, you know what, FUCK YOU" Whitney replied as she looked at him. Nick started to walk towards her, but Kevin caught his arm as he lifted his fist and hit him once more before turning and leaving the room, he wasn't worth his time. "You ruined it this time" Whit said as she looked over at Nick, shaking her head and rolling her eyes before she left the room, the others following.
An hour later everyone was in their reserved room, Whit was staying in Ashley's room for the night. Ashley had already went to bed while Whit stood out on the balcony, overlooking the city as she closed and exhaled deeply. He'd done it, again. She'd let him back in, fell for him like before and this was how she had ended up, screwed over. Making her way back into the room she fell down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling tears came to her eyes. She started to cry as she rolled over, covering her face with the pillow as she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning the girls were scheduled to fly out at noon, so at nine Whit made her way down to Nick's room to collect her belongings. "I just need to get my stuff and I will be gone" she stated as Nick opened the door. Nick rubbed his eyes as the events of last night played back to him, he might have been drunk, but he remembered what happened.
"I'm sorry" he stated, sitting on the bed as Whit collected her things.
"Good for you, but I'm not excepting apologies.." Whit sighed as she stopped what she was doing and looking at him. A look of confusion crossed Nick's face, "Nick, we are over, we can never keep a relationship together long enough. I always end up getting screwed over because we don't know what we want, thank god we didn't have that child" Whit stated, not knowing why she added the last comment.
"I'm not" Nick commented.
"Not what?" Whitney asked as she walked towards the door.
"I'm not glad we aborted that baby, I think we should have had it" Nick answered.
Whit felt something happen inside her heart, she wasn't sure what it was, a type of stinging, "Well I'm sorry Nick, too late for that now, you said you didn't want kids when we decided that and I wouldn't want to share anything with you" she said before opening the door and walking out of his life. Nick just watched her leave, there was no use in trying to talk her into staying, she was just as stubborn as he was. He laid back on the bed, covering his face with his hands, 'It's over, it's just over' he thought to himself.
"Ok, now Amber, you eat right, remember your feeding two people now and if you need me, day, night anytime call me. And it'll work this time, promise you" Brian said as he hugged Amber before she turned to join the other girls at the terminal. They signed 'I Love You' with their hands before she went completely out of his view.