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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that pertain to the movie/book "Holes". They belong to the writer of the book, Louis Sachar
Chapter 4 Nicole headed up the stairs that lead to the courthouse. Then she stopped and felt something hold her back. She couldn't allow herself to go inside there. She felt someone tug at her shirt she looked down to find a little boy looking up at her. "Ma'am," the little boy had chocolate eyes and black hair. Nicole knelt down.
"Yes?" she smiled.
"Would you like to buy a candy apple," the little boy said. Nicole shook her head.
"Sorry I don't have any money," Nicole sighed. The little boy and nodded. He ran to his mother and they left. Nicole looked up at the courthouse and knew that Alan's mother should be there not her. She left to her house. Nicole looked down not really feeling bad. Like something came over not having a care in the world. She felt a smile forming on her face and just kept on her way home. ****************************************************************************
Alan banged on Nicole's door to her bedroom. "Alan," Nicole's mother kept saying over and over again. "She doesn't want to talk to you,"
"Nicole!," Alan yelled and banged on the door again. Nicole finally opened the door. Alan stormed inside. Nicole closed the door behind him. "Where the fuck were you?" Alan glared at her.
"Here," she sat on her bed and smiled.
"I was waiting in fuckin' courthouse for you and you never came,"
"Yeah so?" she grabbed a magazine and began looking through it. Alan grabbed the magazine and threw it against the wall.
"I thought you loved me? You were suppose to be there," Alan slammed his fist on the nightstand.
"I was there for you plenty of times before why is this any different?" she walked to the mirror and fixed her hair. Alan stood next to her. He was facing her.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Alan grabbed her shoulders and made her face him. She didn't look at him. "Look at me damn it," she looked at him.
"Alan I'm tired of cleaning up your shit that's why I wasn't there today," Nicole moved his hands away from her. Alan grabbed her hand. He felt so cold. Nicole moved her hand out of his grip. "I've done shit for you. What have you done for me!" Alan looked at her with a blank look across his face. "Exactly. Nothing!" Nicole opened her drawer and looked for her red ribbon.
"Nicole," he said. She didn't pay attention to him. "Nics," she put on her red ribbon around her ponytail and smiled in delight. "Nicole!" he grabbed her wrist. Nicole looked at him. He began tightening his grip.
"Alan let me go," she remained calm. He didn't budge. "Alan!" she tried to move his hand away from her wrist. He let her go, but pushed her. She hit the floor. She looked up at him. He realized what he did.
"Oh my God...Nics I'm sorry," he finally said and walked toward. She got up and stepped away from him. "Nicole,"
"Get the fuck away from me," she grabbed her jacket and put it on.
"Where are you going?" he toward her. She held up her hand meaning to stop.
"Somewhere," she grabbed some money and walked out of her room. Alan ran after her.
"So what does this mean?"
"What do you think Alan," she grabbed her keys to her BMW and left. Alan looked at Nicole's mom. Her mother was looking straight at him, but then looked down. Alan walked out to see Nicole drive off.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that pertain to the movie/book "Holes". They belong to the writer of the book, Louis Sachar
Chapter 4 Nicole headed up the stairs that lead to the courthouse. Then she stopped and felt something hold her back. She couldn't allow herself to go inside there. She felt someone tug at her shirt she looked down to find a little boy looking up at her. "Ma'am," the little boy had chocolate eyes and black hair. Nicole knelt down.
"Yes?" she smiled.
"Would you like to buy a candy apple," the little boy said. Nicole shook her head.
"Sorry I don't have any money," Nicole sighed. The little boy and nodded. He ran to his mother and they left. Nicole looked up at the courthouse and knew that Alan's mother should be there not her. She left to her house. Nicole looked down not really feeling bad. Like something came over not having a care in the world. She felt a smile forming on her face and just kept on her way home. ****************************************************************************
Alan banged on Nicole's door to her bedroom. "Alan," Nicole's mother kept saying over and over again. "She doesn't want to talk to you,"
"Nicole!," Alan yelled and banged on the door again. Nicole finally opened the door. Alan stormed inside. Nicole closed the door behind him. "Where the fuck were you?" Alan glared at her.
"Here," she sat on her bed and smiled.
"I was waiting in fuckin' courthouse for you and you never came,"
"Yeah so?" she grabbed a magazine and began looking through it. Alan grabbed the magazine and threw it against the wall.
"I thought you loved me? You were suppose to be there," Alan slammed his fist on the nightstand.
"I was there for you plenty of times before why is this any different?" she walked to the mirror and fixed her hair. Alan stood next to her. He was facing her.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Alan grabbed her shoulders and made her face him. She didn't look at him. "Look at me damn it," she looked at him.
"Alan I'm tired of cleaning up your shit that's why I wasn't there today," Nicole moved his hands away from her. Alan grabbed her hand. He felt so cold. Nicole moved her hand out of his grip. "I've done shit for you. What have you done for me!" Alan looked at her with a blank look across his face. "Exactly. Nothing!" Nicole opened her drawer and looked for her red ribbon.
"Nicole," he said. She didn't pay attention to him. "Nics," she put on her red ribbon around her ponytail and smiled in delight. "Nicole!" he grabbed her wrist. Nicole looked at him. He began tightening his grip.
"Alan let me go," she remained calm. He didn't budge. "Alan!" she tried to move his hand away from her wrist. He let her go, but pushed her. She hit the floor. She looked up at him. He realized what he did.
"Oh my God...Nics I'm sorry," he finally said and walked toward. She got up and stepped away from him. "Nicole,"
"Get the fuck away from me," she grabbed her jacket and put it on.
"Where are you going?" he toward her. She held up her hand meaning to stop.
"Somewhere," she grabbed some money and walked out of her room. Alan ran after her.
"So what does this mean?"
"What do you think Alan," she grabbed her keys to her BMW and left. Alan looked at Nicole's mom. Her mother was looking straight at him, but then looked down. Alan walked out to see Nicole drive off.