| � Nice meeting you too,� Nick mumbled, sitting down on one of the barstools. Heather followed Brian out and Nick could hear them talking about something, but he didn�t want to know what. He could feel a headache coming n and he started massaging his temples. Out the corner of his eye he noticed something shiny. He looked over and saw a knife. He stared at it for the longest time, imagining the things he could do with it. � At least I�d never have to worry about Brian again,� � Whatcha thinking about?� Heather asked coming back into the kitchen. � Nothing important� Are you fucking him?� He asked looking back at her. � What?� Heather said. � Are� you� fucking�him?� He said slower�and louder. � Why would you think that?� � Just answer the question.� � Fuck you, Nick. I don�t have to answer that. You should already know the answer.� Heather turned to leave the kitchen, but Nick stood and grabbed her by her arm pulling her back. � Answer the fucking question! Are you cheating on me!� Heather wriggled from his grasp and pushed him back. � Get off of me! What the hell has gotten into you?! You�ve been here five fucking minutes and you�re accusing me of cheating on you!� � Where were you last night?! I called you-� � At !2:30 in the fucking morning! Did you really expect me to answer! Nick you of all people should know that I don�t answer the phone after eleven. God! Why are you doing this?!� � Because I want to know! I haven�t seen or talked to you in over three months, and when I do finally get in touch with you, a man answers the phone! Then you tell me he spent the night-� � Brian�s always here-� � Well that ends today. Brian�s not gonna be over here all the time anymore. You are my fucking girlfriend, Heather! Mine! And I really didn�t want to have to fly all the way here for this-� � You flew all the way over here to check up on me! What the hell is going on with you Nick! Have you lost your mind?! You came all the way out here to fight with me over Brian-� � Well I couldn�t do it over the phone now could I? Seeing as we never talk anymore.� � Like now. I don�t have anything to say to you. Right now, I don�t even want to look at you. Go home, Nick. Go back to Florida,� � so you can go fuck Brian? I don�t think so. There�s no way in hell you�re turning into a little slut-� Heather reached back and slapped Nick hard across the face, startling him for a minute and angering him in the next. He reached back had hit her back twice as hard, almost knocking her to the floor. � Don�t fuck with me Heather, you�ll be sorry.� He said before walking out of the kitchen, and a few moments later out of the house. Heather held her hand up to her face, warmed by Nick forceful hand and slowly sank to the floor. Heather was aware Nick had a bad temper, but she�d never experienced it like that before. He was a monster. There was no sign of the Nick she�d fallen in love with. Heather began to cry; She was terrified. Hundreds of thoughts ran through her mind, none of them making any sense. All she knew was the Nick could be a vicious, horrible, monster and the only person who could set him off was Brian. � I�ll just keep them apart,� She said through her tears. � That should be easy enough,� Several hours later, Heather was lying on the couch watching television, holding an ice pack to her face, when the phone rang. � Hello?� � Heather. Hi this is Jane, Nick�s mom.� � Oh hi Mrs. Carter.� She said. � Hi. I know this is a bit far fetched, but have you seen or heard from Nick? He left last night and I don�t know where he is, and I�m starting to worry,� � He�s here,� She said. � He�s there? In California?� � Well he�s not here at the moment. He was here earlier-� � But he is there?� � Yes,� Heather said. � I�m sorry I thought you knew-� � Nick doesn�t tell me anything anymore. He just does whatever he wants to,� � Do you want him to call you-� � No, no. I�m just glad I know where he is now, Heather. Thank you,� � No problem Jane,� Heather hung up the phone and went back to watching TV. Chapter Eight |