Slippery Slope Into Darkness
Please Review and Enjoy! This picks up two years after Addiction.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Sequel to Addiction. Jenny's dead and Nick's addiction has worsen. Nick has done a good job keeping his private life, private but what happens when a case makes the worlds collide.
Ch1: Unusual
I slowly stir and feel myself slowly wake. I have the worst headache of my whole life, gosh what a hangover. I don't remember drinking last night. I don't remember last night. I open my eyes and look around, I'm not home. I'm at the hospital; I look around and see Lady Heather in the chair next to my bed. This doesn't frighten me as much as one would think because she's been 'helping' me with my hyper sexuality or sex addiction. After Jenny's death I relapsed badly and I haven't been able to bring myself out of it. If anything I've learned how to hide it better.
"What happened?" I ask closing my eyes because of the light. I feel a big bump on the back of my head. Why am I her but why is Lady Heather here?
"You don't remember?" she says standing.
Beat but I'm not broken Let your light shine through me When I dream, I see dawn turn into dusk, into dusk
Guide me through with your hand
Lead with your words spoken
Show me how to listen
Take this hate I can't release
Help me make the blind see
Misery loves its company
A week earlier...
I'm scurrying around the house as I grab the remaining things for Rose. She's a four and a half big kid and is spending the weekend with her grandfather. My nanny is getting her changed because Rose just spilled her drink all over herself.
"Mr. Stokes, Rose is all changed." my nanny, Kelly says. I yawn.
"Thank you, Kelly. I'll see you Monday." Kelly leaves. I bring Rose's bag out to the door.
Kelly is the best nanny I've had so far and I've gone through a couple it's mainly my fault because once you sleep with your nanny things get weird. But
Kelly has been around for little over a year she is great with Rose and is flexible with her hours because mine are so hectic and I haven't slept with her.
Unbeknownst to my nanny and Russell I also have the weekend off. But I have my own plans.
I open the door and see Russell waiting there. Russell is a good man, and a great grandfather to little Rose. He moved to Henderson after Jenny's death and helps out when he can. Russell never contested the will and told me it wasn't his place.
"Hey Russell," I say hugging Russell.
"Hey Nick. Hey Rosie!" he says picking up Rose.
"I packed her everything including a swimsuit, tons of socks because she seems to just go through them. You got my cell number; I packed her some children's Tylenol, some Claritin, and Benadryl, just in case."
"Nick, relax I got It." he says, and I'm taken back.
"I sound like my mother." we both laugh. "Have fun, baby." I give Rose a kiss on her cheek. "Give me a call before you go to bed."
"Ok, goodnight daddy." she says kissing me. I laugh to myself, its nine o'clock in the morning and my daughter says goodnight to me because she knows I'm going to sleep.
Once they leave I make myself something to eat and start picking up. I mainly just put all of Rose's toys in her bedroom and shut her door. Once all that is done I go to my bedroom and send my friend a text to make sure she's still coming, she is.
I fall asleep for a few hours and when I wake I start getting ready for my date. I take a quick shower and get dressed; I wear my crisp black shirt and faded jeans.
I double check my appearance in the mirror when I hear my cell phone ringing.
It's Lady Heather. I ignore the call, she wouldn't approve of what I'm doing.
Lady Heather, or Dr. K, is my therapist. Dr. Greene moved out of state shortly after Jenny's death, and he referred me to her. She's great but I'm not sure if I ready to get better or especially right now. Then I hear a knock at the door, I smile, she's here. I just like this better.
I open up the door and smile. She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a lustful and fiery kiss. She pulls away and licks her lips.
"Howdy Cowboy," she says.
"Hey." I say biting my lip.
"You going to invite me in, Nicholas?" she says I pick her up and bring her to my table shutting the door with my foot.
"How's this Alicia?" I say pinning her underneath me.
"Much better." she says in a whisper.
Alicia is a stripper, and tattoo model. Her stage name is Miss Impulse, due to the fact she has impulse tattooed up her ribcage. She has tattoos on her arms, sides and back. Alicia isn't my usual type but nothing about Alicia is usual. She's like this wild exotic animal that just mystifies me every time I'm in her presence. She is wearing this tight black party dress, fully exposing all her tattoos. She's got red hair with a black underlying and the fieriest amber eyes I've ever seen. Actually she's the only person I know with amber eyes but every time I see them it's like they cast this spell over me. I can't control myself and I don't want to, here's to a weekend of fun.
There is a problem here with our society
The absence of my tears is my sobriety
I have a growing fear and you're not helping me
Am I the only one who realizes it's true?
This is just sex. In society I'm a bad person because of what I do and how I look. I have tattoos and dance on a pole so in society's eyes I'm bad. But they don't know me like him; even though this is just sex his eyes don't see me as bad. I call him Cowboy. In society's eyes he could be bad too, they just don't know it... Yet. He sees the worst of society and if they saw the worst of him they would cast the same judgment. They're both bad. The part they see is a heroic crime fighter, the part I see is far from it. The part I see is a sex crazed wild animal but I like that side a lot. We are both good people, we may not bring out the best out of each other but that's not our job. I know I'm not the only one and so does he, this is just sex. - Miss Impulse
Misery loves its company by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus