Catherine's POV

I'm standing in front of his apartment in my multi-strapped white tank top and tight black fitting pants, and I feel more lost than I have ever felt in a long time. Why am I here? It seems when my life feels like it has been plowed over by an industrial sized lawn mower I come here. It's not fair to him, and I know it but I can not for the life of me break my habit.

My hands are shaking along with the rest of my body with detrimental hurt, and I am ashamed that I didn't see this coming. I am hurting beyond my control, and there is no one to blame but myself. Never in my life have I chosen the right person to be with, and it is evident just from one failed marriage followed along with a stream of broken promises or one night stands. I go to knock on his door, and my lack of self confidence or self worth gets the best of me as I slowly turn from the door. Truth is I don't deserve his support because I know my choices in life are something that he does not agree with. We have always shared honesty, and at this moment I can not handle being mocked with an 'I told you so.'

But, I'm too late because I must have been spotted because I hear my name as it falls from his lips with concern. "Catherine?" My full name does not go unnoticed, which only tells me that I must look worse off than I appear. Of course I cried the whole way here, and now that I think about that I wish I took the time to sort of straighten up before I ended up on his door step.

I'm grounded in place, and I can not seem to move or open my mouth that is usually what gets me in so much trouble. The weakness is slowly invading my body, and my legs feel like warm rubber that wants nothing more than to buckle in the dry heat. I mumble something of unintelligence as I try to walk away and head back to my vehicle to get myself out of this predicament that I willingly put myself in. Before I know it, I see the concrete rushing up to my eyes and I curse slightly as I feel the harsh cool, solid pebbly material as it makes contact with my face.

"Are you drunk?" Nick asks as he slowly but carefully pulls me up before he takes me inside.

"No," I barely manage as my chin immediately starts to quiver. I run a shaky hand through my hair as my emotions build in the pit of my stomach. It does not take long before I come unhinged and my ability to control my emotions is gone. I'm slowly suffocating.

"God Cath…what is wrong?"

I shake my head as the tears fall freely from my eyes, and I squeeze my eyes as tight as possible in hopes to make everything stop. If only I could go back a few months because now my heart is breaking into a world of desolation and I swear this hurts worse than Eddie.

"Ch-ris," I blurt through my sobs as the sudden need to be sick is filled within me. I cover my mouth, and see Nick's eyes widen and he knows he better help me to the bathroom quickly. He opens his bathroom door, and I hastily push from him as I heave the little contents that I have in my stomach in his oval pearly white toilet. He is behind me holding my hair back, and rubbing my back in a soothing big circle.

But the only thing circling through my mind were the harsh words Chris directed at me when I walked in on him screwing someone else. The strength leaves my body as I fall closer to the toilet and rest my head on it as I continue to cry more.

"What? What did you honestly expect? You knew what I did for a living!"

I could not help but remember how unkind and uncaring his voice was as he slowly fastened his pants back in place, which only shattered my pride and heart completely. I knew then what I had been the whole time to him. Just another nock on his many holed belt. He had used me just like all the others, and I honestly thought it was something so much more. What a complete fool I had been. Nick brought me out of my dazed state as he gently lifted me up yet again, and placed me on his couch.

"What did he do to you?" Came Nick's tender yet demanding question. He held my hand lightly as he stroked my palm.

"Nothing."

"I don't believe that Cat. I haven't seen you this upset since…well since Eddie passed. What happened? Are you guys taking a break?"

I shake my head no as my chin starts to quiver again. "We're…through, and I never want to see him again," I cry as I cover my face with my hands. I am disgusted with myself because now I sound like a dejected teenager trying to get over their first boyfriend. This must only be amusing for Nick to watch.

Nick sits back quietly as he gently rubs my shoulder giving me the time I need to calm down, and I slowly yet eventually lay my head on his chest. Tiredness is taking over my body, and my eyes are jadedly blinking. "I caught him cheating on me tonight," I barely whisper as my eyes fall shut, and I take in Nick's strength that is radiating around me.

I feel him as he takes in a deep breath of air, and he pulls me into a tighter embrace as he continues to softly caress the length of my arm. My skin is tingling with sleep as he slowly lifts me from his couch, and carries my tired form to his bedroom. He gently removes my shoes before he covers my body with his comforter, and the last thing I can think about before sleep fully invades me is that he always takes care of me.