I know. I know. I haven't been around and I'm sorry. Basically, the last two weeks have been very crucial for me. My uncle died just last Tuesday. We were close, he was like a father to me, we did everything together, hell most of my childhood was spent with him and then he just.., they don't know what caused his death, he was just sick, although sickness unknown and it's been hard to deal with. His funeral is this Thursday. I need something to distract me, I need something to kind of let me unfocus on all th mourning and the grieving and the sadness and so I've written this chapter. I'm sorry if it's bad, my muse is kind of off. Anyways, hope you like it anyway.
Chapter 2:Whisper
'running the race like a mouse in a cage'
You ever get that feeling, when there's so much emotions stirring up inside of you that you think you might just explode? I have. Multiple times actually. I'm angry, I'm annoyed, I'm trapped, I'm desperate, I'm defenseless. I'm defeated. No loopholes, no way around it.I'm sharing a house with the enemy.
(Thanks a lot, mom.)
"We're here." Nick announces, pulling his ranger rover into park and I glare, seeing the hint of that smirk on his face. Fucking bastard. I really don't get what people see in him.
I shield my face from the scorching hot sun with a hand curled over my eyes as I step out of the car. I unbuckle Noah from his car seat in the backseat, hoisting him on my hip, smirking as I hear Nick's grunt of frustration ( I let him handle all the luggages. What can I say? I'm a girl. It's no walk in the park being married to me.) before swiveling around and meeting face with the chamber of hell.
Nick's house.
"Woah." I breathed.
"Nice, huh?" I didn't answer. I couldn't answer him. My eyes were fixated on the house in front of me, transfixed, mesmerized. Hell, no word could amount to describe this house. Definetely not hell. It was beautiful.
I could get used to this.
If things continued on like this, then maybe, just maybe- and I can't believe I'm even thinking this- then my son could actually grow up with his father at his side.
(Yes, I know, he's not real. Eat me. I'm trying to make a point.)
I silently follow my husband - cue eye roll- to the pathway leading to the front porch, watching him fish around with difficulty- hehe, my luggages- before jamming the key into the lock and switching it, opening the door to his house. I froze.
This is it. No turning back. No looking back. I'm officialy trapped. I'm on Nick's turf. Nick's territory. Eating Nick's food, watching Nick's television, using Nick's phone. Meeting Nick's family. Oh God, the fams. What if they don't like me? What if I'm not good enough?I'm not exactly easy-going if you know what I mean. I can't just swoop in, snap out my hands and charm people. I don't have people fall at my feet. I'm not good at the whole impressing people thing. Hell, I'm not good at that social stuff in general. Hardly a good impression. Especially when you're known as the girl your son knocked up and married out of spite.
(School project but still.) The nerves were getting to me.
"Relax." Nick whispered to me and somehow, weirdly, I closed my eyes and listened. His voice, don't kill me, actually sounded soothing, relaxing. His hand slid towards mine, intertwining with mine and I could feel the nerves somewhat floating away. It was like magic.
Nick looked towards me and I nodded. I've got this. I'm confident. Hate me or love me, I'm stuck here, whether these people like it or not. Atleast there was Joe to entertain me.
"Mom?"Nick called out, and there was shouting in the distance as we entered the house. The inside was almost as perfect as the outside. Long hallway, beautiful paintings, Italian style lights. I could actually throw a party in here.
"Nick!" I snapped out of my thoughts in an instant, just in time for my powder blue eyes to catch sight of the young boy, diving straight into our direction.
Woah - what?
Nick disentangled his hand from mine, leaving this cool feeling run through me. Oddly enough, I felt, I dunno, strange. Like I missed the warmth his hand gave me. I couldn't help but notice how perfect it fit with mine.
"You're not mom but you'll do."
"I missed you." Little boy with no name whispers, his arms locked around Nick's neck and I smile.
"I missed you too, Frankster."
I watch as Nick sets him down and ruffles his head, lovingly.
"Can we play?" The boy begs and I stifle a laugh as his chocolate brown eyes turn into puppy dog eyes. It's obvious he's practiced that look in the mirror.
"Depends." Nick shrugs. "Got room for one more?"
It's then that the little boy finally notices the other presence in the room, aka me and my stuffed doll.
Well, my son. ( Same difference)
As if reading my mind, the little boy blinks. " Nick, why does your pretty girlfriend still play with dolls? She's old."
I flush red and Nick laughs. "She's not my girlfriend, Frankie, don't worry. I don't go for freaks ."
I snort. "You're the freak here, Nick. I'm just the supporting wife that has to go through it all. I'm Miley and this doll here is our son Noah. It's an assignment for school."
Frankie looks up excited. " Does that mean I'm an uncle?"
"If you don't mind."
"I don't." He rushes out and Nick and I laugh. "I'm Frankie and I'm seven."
I smile in return. He's so cute. It's like watching a seven year old Nick, minus the devil horns and the red tail hanging on his ass.
Nick hoists Frankie over his shoulder, making Frankie squeal as he walks into the kitchen and I trail along, watching their interaction with curious eyes. I'm confused, I'm not gonna lie. Seeing them together like that, seeing Nick like that, it's just something I'm not used to.
Looking at the Nick I see now, I see warmth and love and kidness as opposed to the smug, cocky bastard that walks around school like he owns the place ( even though he kind of does, not that I'd tell him that.)
It's just weird, knowing that there's another side to Nick Grey, a sweet side.
It's actually kind of freaking me out.
I blink in amazement as I look around the kitchen in awe. It's huge, it's never-ending. I'm pretty sure I could get lost in here. I shake myself out of my stupor however when the noise I've heard since I've arrived ceases and I'm looking into a bunch of brown eyed faces.
One woman however stands, approaching me with a warm smile. It's obvious who she is, I've seen her around ( Nick and detention went together often) and by the beautiful brown curls spreading down her shoulders, it was pretty obvious she was the mother. Cue back the nervousness.
"You must be Miley. I'm Denise. Nick's mother. It's always nice to meet the daughter-in-law." She jokes and I blush.
"Sorry about that." I mumble, embarrassed.
Denise shakes her head, pulling me into a hug. "Not your fault. I've dealt with high school before. I know how it is."
Nick snorts and Denise glares at him, making me look on amused.
Denise smiles. "I've always wanted a daughter. Unfortunately I got stuck with these four. You'll make do for that, won't you?"
"I hope." I murmur, making her laugh. I couldn't believe it. I think things might just be going right for a change.
"And this must be my grandson."Denise coos, reaching out to carry Noah into her arms. "Quiet one."
Nick snorts in disagreement and I nod, for once agreeing with him. If anything, our baby lived to disrupt our silence. "No?" Denise asks.
"He cried the whole way here." I explain.
"Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?" Nick adds in and I'm flooded back to an image of Nick tense and red-face and annoyed. I was too, but to see him in such a state made the feeling go away. Noah was obviously a mommy's boy.
"Makes sense. He's Nick's son." States a man, rising to greet me with a woman at his side. It was obvious they were married. The wedding band glinted underneath the light. "I'm Kevin, Nick's older brother and this is my wife, Denise. Welcome to the family."
"Thanks." I whisper, I've never gotten so much attention before.
"Don't worry, the craziness dies down after the first day." Kevin's wife, Danielle says with a wink.
Frankie, pulling on Nick's pants, interrupts the family banter. "Nick, can we play now? It's getting late."
"You guys can play after Nick helps Miley settle in." Denise decides, riling up Nick.
"Joe can do it."
"Joe's not here, Nick. Besides, you're the husband. Be a man and cater to your family."
"Why should I when Dad can't?" Nick retorts back bitterly and I watch Denise's facial expression change in an instant.
"Nick!" Kevin shouts, furious and I step back, a little scared. It was obvious I was intruding something.
"Well it's true, isn't it?" Without another word, Nick brings my luggages into his arms, hastily stepping out of the kitchen, leaving a stunned silence behind. It was awkward. Believe me.
Not knowing what to do or what was going on, I trail behind Nick with Noah, trying to piece together everything that just happened. It's funny how one moment everyone is happy and fine and then in one second, it's like happiness didn't exist in this house.
I'm not surprised that it's Nick that ruined it all. It's always Nick.
Demi was wrong and I was right. Nick's a dick.
And apparently, he's an even bigger dick than I thought possible.
Nick leads me out of the house, following this path that passes the garden and I trail behind, confused. What the fuck was going on? I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be sleeping outside. (Nick's not that cruel..., right?.)
"Umm, Nick. I'm pretty sure the house is that way."
Nick chuckles. " Oh, I know. We won't be sleeping there."
What?
Nick smirks and there's something familiar about that smirk. Something evil about that smirk that I feel shivers run through my spine ( not the good kind, either.) . I found out as we reach our destination.
It's beautiful. It's huge ( nothing new there.) and the grass is freshly cut and surrounded by beautiful-looking forests. There's a large pool out back, a front deck and a gazebo that from where I'm standing can give you a nice view of the beach.I don't get what we're doing here, though. I've already met most of Nick's family, unless Nick has another sibling I didn't know about. In that case, I feel bad for Denise. (Nick's already hard to deal with. Imagine having to pop out the rest.)
"Nick, what are we doing here?"
Nick smirks. "Welcome home, wife. This is our house for the next few weeks."
I blink.
You've got to be kidding me.
There's no way around it though. I see the end coming for me already.
I'm sharing a room with Nick Grey.I'm sharing a house with Nick Grey.
No parents. No siblings. No nothing. It's just me, the devil and our innocent little baby.
I'm dead.
Literraly.
Ouf! So Miley's in a bit of a pickle. There's tension between the Grey family ( something about Nick's dad?) and the rest is just undefined. You can find out the rest if you review, review, review. Which leads me to my next thought. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for the reviews. 21 reviews! That's a lot and very much appreciated. I also want to give a shout out to one reviewer who inspired me with the guesthouse idea. It was brilliant, I couldn't resist. I used it so thanks for the inspiration. This chapter is dedicated to you.
Till next time,
Nicki M 3.
Ps. Thirty reviews for next chapter would be the greatest gift. No joke.
