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Ch10: When it Hits the Fan
I have never seen anyone with a mindset like Nick if he wants something done he does it. Unfortunately he doesn't use it the way I would like him to use it but he uses it in a way he wants.
Nick and the tattoo artist talked for a little while before coming back over to me.
"How do you feel?" he asks placing his hand on my shoulder. The truth is told I did have a headache and I was shaky.
"I'm fine Nicky... I bet we look like a pair"
"How you figure?"
"Your black eye, fat lip, and now I have a cut on my eyebrow..." he kisses the cut.
"Mr. Stokes I'm ready for you" the man said, he was covered in tattoos. Nick held my hand and brought me back with him. Nick took off his shirt and the tattoo artist placed a stencil on Nick's side.
It was a fairly large tattoo it was a cross with what looked to be smoke and stars behind it and had a words on it too. 'You know my name' on the top and towards the bottom it said 'not my story...' then I saw something else. I pull him close looking hard at the stencil. 'Clark 0453' was written smaller on the side of it.
"Is this what you want?" I ask he nods lying down on the bed.
The smell of flesh burning in the form of art is something I never understand, the faces that Nick are making are a little funny. He can see me trying to fight a smile and he smiles at me but the smile goes away and he grimaces in pain.
"So what do you guys do for a living? You are like Mr. and Mrs. Smith" the man laughs as did I.
"We work for the Crime Lab"
"Rough day at work?"
"It always is" I said.
"All finished" Nick sat up and went to the mirror. The tattoo came out way back then I had ever expected it. His skin was welted from the tattoo.
"Thank you so much" Nick said shaking his hand, I felt my phone vibrate.
"Hello Lindsay"
"Hey mom you're coming to my game tonight right?"
"Of course"
"It starts in like a few minutes so hurry... I got to go my coach is coming" she hung up before I could say anything.
"Nicky we got to go; I have to go to Lindsay's soccer game"
"You have a concussion you shouldn't drive... I'll take you"
"You'll have to stay then"
"Ok"
We arrive at the school just shy of the end of the first quarter. I look at myself in the mirror and touch my cut; it was just red and swollen. I look over to Nick he's taking his shirt off.
"What are you doing?" I ask him all cock eyed, but I will say Nick is a very very very attractive man.
"My undershirt is rubbing the tattoo ad it's making it itch" he threw his undershirt behind us "I'm better now you ready?"
"Yea..." we walked to the field; it was tied zero to zero. We watch the game I never understood soccer and Lindsay has been playing since she could walk and I still don't know any of the rules. Nicky though my little super athlete told me what was going on. "Did you play soccer?"
"No way that was during football" we had to stand on the sideline because all the seats on the bleachers were taking.
"Excuse me"
"Its fine, I played football, basketball and baseball"
"Aren't you just the super athlete?"
"Yuppers" he said shoving his hands in his pockets and hitting me with his waist. I gave him a love tap on the arm... More of a punch. He grabbed his arm and hissed in pain like a baby I laughed as did he. "I'm not standing by you anymore... Jerk"
"I'm a jerk? Where are you going stand?" he looks around there was nowhere else to stand.
"I guess I'll stand by you... You're just acting out because you have a concussion I understand"
We continue to watch the game, with some occasion flirting. Lindsay's team won the game which is totally awesome. And what I gathered from other parents is that this is there rival team. So this was great to be a part of, to watch my little girl but the hurting on their rival team.
We wait with the other parents on the field and cheer once the team comes out. Lindsay runs to me hugging me almost knocking me over.
"Mom what happened? What happened to both of you?" her voice was filled with concern.
"It was just a rough day at work that's all"
"I just wanted to make sure your ma made here alright. Your ma never told me you played soccer"
"Thanks for bringing my mom" Lindsay said smiling, Nick doesn't know that Lindsay knows about us.
"No problem, I just wanted to make sure she got home alright she took a good hit to the head"
"What happened?"
"A door hit her" Nick was always good at giving half the truth so he wasn't lying he just wasn't telling everything.
"And you?"
"Don't drink" he said taking her bag from and leaving back towards the car. I walk arm and arm with Lindsay following Nick.
"Why is your shirt back here?" Lindsay asks touching his shirt with her one finger as if not wanting to get cooties.
"I just got a tattoo it was bothering me"
Nick walked inside to my house dropping Lindsay's bag off at the door.
"Cath, you want me to call Sara to stay here with you?" Nick asked, I shot him a lustful look and he blushed. Lindsay looked at him, with the same questioning look that I give him all the time.
"Why?"
"What if your ma needs something in the night? I don't want you to be overwhelmed Lindsay, concussions can be tricky"
"I meant why don't you stay your already here?" she said she was trying to contain her laughter. Nick doesn't read people as well as others he's kind of oblivious to a lot of things especially the thinking process of women.
"I don't want... you guys to feel uncomfortable... with me here. I don't other people to..."
"She knows Nicky" I said, and Lindsay just burst out laughing as did I, Nick gave a fake nervous chuckle.
"Oh well that wasn't funny" he said
"Yes it was! You can sleep here but only on the couch, I want to get sleep tonight" Lindsay said levying the kitchen "I'm taking a shower, night"
"...night" Nick added as soon as she was gone Nick practically ran up to me, I could see the look of confusion on his face. I laugh playfully tapping his face "you told her"
"Yea you should have seen your face"
"That's not funny"
"You can say that but... It was" this is why I was able to stay friends with
Nick while others couldn't. I still saw the Old Nick he was just having more bad days that's all or at least that's what I told myself.
I sat on the couch with Nick and watched some TV.
I wake up as if someone is shaking me awake, I listen and I hear strange moaning and whimpering. I get out of my bed and holding the dresser, wow I'm dizzy. I must have fell asleep watching TV wow I already have pajamas on and I was tucked in. Once my room stops spinning I walk out to my living room and Nick is somewhat asleep. His eyes are squeezed shut and he's talking but not making sense the words are jumbled and mumbled. He starts breathing heavily and shallow meaning he's having a nightmare his neck vein is sticking out.
"Nicky..." I whisper sitting by his feet I gently shake his feet "Nicky..." he shoots up pulling a gun out of my seat cushions aiming it at nothing."Nicky...
Let me see the gun" I say softly his arm slightly bends and I place one of my hands on his arm relaxing him and the other on the weapon. "Nicky you are safe... Let me see the gun"
"You scared me... are you hurt?"
"No no Nicky I'm fine what about you?"
"I'm fine" he said I gave him a glare and brings his gun in my room. I could hear his foot steps behind me he stopped in my door way. I put his gun in my nightstand draw locking it in, I her Nick yawn his voice squeaks. I playfully scratch his stomach, he smiles.
"You want something to eat?"
"Sure" he follows me back to the living room; he pulls my tank top until I face him. He kisses me and we fall back on the couch he kisses my neck as I laugh trying to push him off.
"Nicky... Nicky stop I don't want Lindsay to wake up"
"If you're quiet she won't" he whispers in my ear, I bite his ear and flip over on to him. I scratch his chest.
"How can I?" I whisper in his ear I felt him buck against me.
We start getting very passionate but right before we could get to the good stuff. My door explodes, someone has kicked it in, and Nicky pulls me close. I can't see anyone but just the reflection of the moonlight off of the person's gun.
"Get off of her now" the person said coming into the somewhat light. It was LOU!
"Lou! What are you doing?"
"Something I should have done before" he said with such anger and hostility. I started to feel my body paralyze in fear. Lou pulls Nick out from under me slamming him into the wall; he slaps me across the face. I immediately feel the sting and all the blood rush to my face, Nick stands and Lou grabs him and kicks him between the legs. Nick falls and groans in pain, he aims the gun at Nick's head.
"Lou stop!" I grab his arm as he aims the gun at Nick's head. Lou aims the gun at my stomach, he stares at me with such hate in his eyes I regret touching his arm and quickly move away trying to cover my stomach.
"You're luckily I don't shoot you and your bastard child!"
"This could be your baby…" I said scared as he pushed me back on the couch, he hit Nick in the face with the gun.
"Its not! I had a vasectomy before we started dating! I didn't want any other children after all the trouble I had gone through trying to have my son I didn't want anymore"
"People can still have children with vasectomies"
"I can't! I don't need to prove anything to you! I'm not the father!"
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