"I've had worse." He said as he sat down on the couch. He leaned his head back against the cushions and closed his eyes. He took several deep breaths and let them out slowly to keep himself calm.
Warrick sighed. "You really scare me when you do that ya know."
Nick shook his head slightly. "When I do what?" He asked.
"Drink like that. It's not good for you man. And you told me you quit smoking."
Nick shrugged. "I lied. Sorry." He opened his eyes and looked over at his Warrick, but what he was going to say was replaced by, "What happened to your face? You get in a fight or something?"
Warrick laughed sarcastically. "You don't remember a damn thing about last night do you?"
Nick shook his head. "No, I don't. I was more than a little drunk."
"You're tellin me Rocky."
Nick frowned. "Wait...you mean I hit you?" Warrick nodded, but Nick wasn't buying it. "No I didn't. Why would I hit you?"
"Beacause I want to help you, but you're apparently invinceable and don't need anyone. You got mad when I asked you if you were okay, and instead of telling me what's going on you punched me."
"I...wow." Nick sighed heavily and hung his head. "I'm sorry Warrick...I really am. I was drunk."
Warrick nodded again. "Oh, so that means you didn't mean it when you told me to kill you, right?"
Nick stared at Warrick with a blank expression on his face. "What?" He said after a few minutes.
"You told me that you wished you had killed yourself when you had the chance, and I told you to never say it again. Then you told me to help you out and kill you."
"I was drunk...I was probably just thinking of being buried alive and how you said you would be able to kill someone before after that airplane case or whatever...I don't even remember saying it, let alone why I did."
"You're right Nick, I could kill someone. But not you."
Nick was silent for a few minutes. He looked back down at the floor and basically whispered, "Do you think I could kill someone?"
Warrick shook his head, even though Nick wasn't looking at him. "No, I don't."
Nick closed his eyes, forcing a few tears to slide out from under them and trail down his face. "Well I did." His voice was so quiet that Warrick barely heard him. Either way, he didn't believe what Nick had just said.
"What did you say?" He asked.
Nick forced himself to look at Warrick. He smiled sadly and repeated himself. "I killed someone."
Warrick shook his head again. "Fuck off Nick."
"See. I told you that if I tried to tell you what was going on, you weren't going to believe me."
After Nick refused to tell Warrick anymore, the two guys went out and grabbed some In and Out. They ate in almost complete silence and drove back to Nick's the same way. A few times, Nick had come close to telling Warrick what he was dying to say, but just couldn't. He was too scared and ashamed to let his best friend know. He hoped he could make it all go away before it got too out of control. But when he walked in his front door, he knew that wasn't going to be happening.
It looked like a tornadoe had ripped through Nick's entire house. Everything was thrown on the ground and messed up. Drawers were turned inside out on the floor, all the books were off the book cases, the cushions on the couch were everywhere and the trash had also been ripped through. Nick's bedroom, bathroom and guest room looked the same way as the kitchen and living room. Warrick looked around open mouthed. But he was even more surprised when he saw Nick was smiling.
"Did I miss the punchline?" He asked sarcastically.
Nick's smile grew. "They actually thought they were gonna be able to find it."
"Who was gonna find what? If you don't start answering some questions man...I'm gonna have to kick your ass."
Nick didn't have time to answer. His cell phone rang, so he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled it out. He fliped it open and answer it.
"Hello?" He said.
"Bravo Nick. A job well done." The voice on the other line said. Nick recognized it immediatly.
"Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."
"I'm sure it does. Listen...I really need that package I know you have."
"What package?" Nick asked.
"The one Jeremy gave you. He ratted you out kid. So if you ever wanna see your big brother again, bring it to me and I'll let him go."
Nick shrugged. "You can keep him. He's caused me enough trouble as it is."
"I'll still be wanting that package though."
Nick laughed slightly. "Well then come and get it." He snapped his phone shut and put it back in his pocket. He walked over to the couch and made a spot for himself to sit down. He sighed and shook his head.
Warrick couldn't take it anymore. "Okay Nick...what the fuck is going on? Who was that on the phone? What were they looking for? And who is they?"
Nick ignored the question. "You better get outta here man. This has nothing to do with you, but they won't care."
"Who? Tell me something!"
Nick shook his head. "No...just leave. Please." Nick stood up and walked over to Warrick. He tried to push him towards the door, but Warrick wasn't budging.
"Who are you so afraid of?" He practically yelled.
Suddenly, Nick's front door flew open and three men stormed through. "Probably me." The older of the three men said. The other two pushed Warrick out of the way and grabbed Nick, each one forcefully taking an arm. The older man wasted no time. He walked right up to Nick and punched him right in the ribs, causing Nick to double over.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Warrick said. He made a move to grab the guy who had hit Nick, but was stopped when he pulled a gun.
"Don't be...stupid Eric." Nick gasped.
The man with the gun, Eric, was still pointing the gun at Warrick but addressed Nick. "You're the one who's been being stupid. I told you to never, ever go against me. You made a bad choice."
Nick had finally caught his breath. "Sorry for any inconvienence I may have caused you. But if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you'd point the gun at me."
Eric looked over at Nick. "What?"
"He has nothing to do with this, so just point the gun at me."
"Ahhhh." Eric said with a small smile. "You finally have someone who you actually care about, not just yourself?"
"You only know me because I had to help Jeremy, so clearly you're wrong about me."
"No, I don't think so. I know you very well, better than you think. I haven't seen you in quite some time, but I bet you haven't changed much."
Warrick cleared his throat. "Umm...if you don't mind, I'm a little confused here. Why does this guy have a gun in my face?"
"He hasn't told you, has he?" Eric asked, turning back to Warrick.
"No, he hasn't mentioned any of this."
"Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for that after. Right now, Nick has something he needs to do for me." Eric turned back to Nick. He pressed the gun against Nick's forhead, knowing that if Warrick tried anything his other guys, Tony and Ray, would take him out before he got the chance. Nick winced slightly at the cold barrel being jammed against his head, but didn't even look scared at all. "Tell me where that package is, or I'll kill you."
Nick just laughed. "Nice try, but I know you better than you obviously think I do. If you do that, you'll never find it. I'm the only one who knows where it is, and you know that. Like it or not, you need me."
Eric hit Nick above the eye with the handle of the gun. Blood trickled down from the cut right above Nick's left eyebrow. "Stop fucking around. You don't wanna screw with me, you've seen what happens when people do."
Nick shrugged. "I'm up for the challenge."
Sorry for the cliffhanger. The next chapter might not be up for a little while because I'm busy with school and another story I want to get finished. But the wait shouldn't be too long. Thanks for the reviews, they're always appreciated.