"Don't know where to turn. I've been stuck in this routine. I need to change my ways, instead of always being weak." - Believe In Me by Demi Lovato
Tears in the rain
Chapter 3
Talk To Me
Nate as blocking the door, so I couldn't see who was there. I shyly stepped forward a bit and peeked at who it was.
"oh my god." I stared at the person standing in front of me tentatively, as if not knowing what to expect him to do, "dad?"
"Allie! Its so good to see you!" he came right in, shoving Nate out of the way intentionally as he came and embraced me in a hug. I could smell the alcohol on him, almost gagging at the strength. He let go and held me at arms length. Nate was behind him, staring at me in astonishment.
"wh-what are you doing here dad?" I questioned in a low voice, raising my eyebrows as I tried to wriggle out of the firm grip he had on my arms. He noticed and let go, dropping his arms at his sides. He gave me a stern look as he turned around.
"Nate! How are you young man?"
"I'm fine sir--"
"how about you grab me a beer and we can sit down and talk, catch up?" he said with a wink, cutting Nate off, not really caring about his answer as he extended his muscular arm to the kitchen.
"this early in the morning?" Nate questioned, getting a glare from my father and quickly retorting, "i mean, sure, no problem, sir." Nate said scratching the back of his head adorably and looking at me with confusion.
"oh, so does that mean you drink? You have beer in the house?" my dad said, antagonizing him. He looked at me as a plea of help, panicking a bit.
"oh. N-no sir, I-I don't drink at all." he confirmed nervously.
"oh, so you throw house parties? I mean, with booze in the house, who knows what could happen, am I right?" my dad assumed with a chuckle. Nate looked to me with panicked eyes, searching for help.
"dad, come on. Stop." I said taking a step forward. My dad stretched his arm out towards me to block me, still facing Nate.
"I'm just kidding Nate, just giving you a rough time." he chuckled, patting Nate on the arm firmly. Nate gave a forced tight lipped smile and went into the kitchen. As soon as he left the room I became very well aware of my father. He turned around with a glare in his eyes.
"I see you haven't told the boy yet." he stated quickly as he took a step towards me.
I took a step back.
"the boy's name is Nate, dad." I spat with venom, dripping from my voice. My head was low as my eyes were glaring into his chest, "and no. I haven't told him, and your lucky I haven't."
"oh, I'm lucky am I?" he said incredulously, taking another step towards me, "listen you little bitch, hes lucky you haven't told him," he took another step forward. At this point I was already cowering against the wall with my head turned so I wouldn't have to look at his antagonizing face, "if he so much as raises his voice at me," he said in a low whisper, grabbing my face roughly with his dirty hands, forcing me to look at him. "he'll be where he tried to get already." I looked up at him with a hurt and confusion. My question was answered by my father taking one finger and sliding it across his opposite wrist slowly. My heart sank. I knew what this man was capable of, but right now I didn't care. I pushed him as hard as I could and got right back up in his face.
"don't. Don't you dare threaten him. He has done nothing to you." I whisper-yelled, pointing a finger in his face. He looked down at me and chuckled lightly.
"Oh I see. We have confidence now that we have a man around the house, do we?" he spoke with demeaning humor. I could hear Nate walking back from the kitchen, so I swatted his arm down and ducked under my – ugh – Father, puttingon a happy face for Nate. He handed my dad a beer. Great. Just what he needed. More booze, "Thanks son." my dad said with a smile.
"no problem Mr. Russo." Nate replied politely. Why did he have to be such a great guy? Why did he always have to see the best in everyone? Couldn't he think of the negative for once? My dad extended an arm to him, squeezing his shoulder.
"come on then, tell me what you and my wonderful daughter have been up to." he said leading Nate to the living room, looking back at me half way through with a fixed glare. I unclenched my sweaty fists, which I didn't realize were clenched until now, and wiped them on my shirt, following behind anxiously. I never know what he's going to do, so I have to pay attention to every detail. "so Nate" my father spoke as he sat down on the lazy boy chair, and Nate turned on the TV, "how is school going for you?"
"its going fine. You know how it is, senior year, stressful as ever. But, I'm making it through." he said with a tight lipped smile as I sat beside him on the couch, intertwining our fingers. I gave my father a glare as I could see him staring at Nate's wrist.
"stressful huh?" he said chuckling a bit, before taking a swig of his beer, "i can see how your making it through--"
"dad, don't.." I interjected quickly with a harsh whisper. I saw Nate's eyes look down and close quickly before coming back up and meeting mine. I gave his hand a squeeze, careful not to hurt him. His eyes were full of guilt and shame. I couldn't take it anymore. Now he was hurting Nate, "dad, we have things to do, so if you could make it quick.." I hinted at him with a stern voice. He gave me a sly smile, chugged the rest of his beer, and stood.
"oh, OK. I understand." we all stood up from our seats as my father stuck his hand out to shake Nate's. Nate did as shown, and calmly shook his hand, "hope you feel better real soon , Nate." he let go of Nate's hand and came to me. I gave him a small glare and he gave me another sly smile as he engulfed me in a hug, "remember what we talked about." he said in a rough whisper. He let me go and walked to the front door. Once I heard it slam, I went to Nate, who was now sitting back down on the couch, rubbing his neck as his head hung low. I sat down beside him and weaved my arm through his while placing soft kisses on his neck and temple.
"he hated me.." he worried running his fingers through his curly hair roughly.
"who cares if he likes you or not?" I said before cupping his face in one hand, and putting the other on his waist to get him to look at me, "i don't care if he likes you, because I love you. And there's nothing anybody can do that's going to change that. OK?" he leaned into my hand and nodded before leaning in slowly to kiss me. He put his hand on mine which was cupping his face. The kiss was soft and sincere, as I lightly took his lower lip in mine, making the kiss last as long as it possibly could. We leaned our foreheads against each other before getting up and going to our room for some more much needed sleep. It was only about 7 am, and Nate hadn't got much sleep last night anyhow.
I woke up with my arm slung around a blanket instead of Nate. I turned my head and blinked my eyes a few times, waiting for the world to come into focus. I could hear crackling downstairs, so I guessed he was cooking something. I flung my legs out of bed and stretched, throwing my arms in the air like a six year old. I then yawned and slowly walked downstairs, only to see Nate with no shirt on, a frying pan in one hand, a spatula in the other, "hey baby." I greeted as I went up behind him, snaking my arms around his muscular stomach and resting my head on his toned back. He let out a sigh, obviously still tired.
"Hey Beautiful. How did you sleep?" he asked as we swayed side to side slowly, Nate still flipping bacon and cooking eggs. I gave his stomach a squeeze, pulling him more into me for a second, just feeling the closeness. I gave him butterfly kisses from his back to his collarbone before speaking.
"Not bad, you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"I didn't sleep" he lightly chuckled at this before putting the spatula down and twisting in my arms so our chest were now touching, my arms slung around his neck, his hands now gently squeezing my waist. I chuckled, now resting my forehead against his.
"i know." I said with a knowing smile before giving him a gentle kiss. We untangled ourselves from each other while he went back to cooking. I went back upstairs to get changed and ready for the day ahead of us.
After we ate our breakfast – which was delicious, by the way – we got ready to leave for an appointment to see the therapist that Nate had agreed to see once he was out o the hospital. I was waiting downstairs for him as he got changed into the proper "attire" as he called it. He came down about fifteen minutes later with a blue and white stripe collared shirt and a black tie, with sharp dress pants. You couldn't help but notice how the fabric of his shirt clung to his abs and chest, all the way up to his firm biceps. You had to look away one you felt your cheeks turning hot, "you ready to go babe?"
he sighed and put his hands in his pockets, "as ready as I'll ever be I guess." he said with a worried voice. I knitted my eyebrows together in sympathy before walking up to him and giving him a hug, wrapping my arms securely around his waist, my hands rubbing up and down his toned back. He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other around my neck and leaned into me, sighing.
"its not going to be that bad, you know." I said as we pulled out of the hug, but still kept our arms around each other. He knitted his eyebrows together in emotion and lifted his hand to cup around my face before pulling me in for a kiss. He took my bottom lip in his skilled ones roughly, pouring all his emotion into me. I took his lips gladly, softly placing my hand on the small of his back and pulling him into me fully, while my other hand went to the back of his head, knotting my fingers in his hair. He let my bottom lip slide out of his, but not for long as he urgently sucked on my top lip, running his tongue a long it slowly, teasingly. I let out an unintentional moan and I felt him smirk underneath my lips as I regretfully pulled away slightly, "your not going to get out of going." I mumbled against his lips before hearing a groan. He pecked me on the lips once more before I pulled away, "but nice try. Really, you almost had me there." I said with a smirk as my hand trailed from the back of his head down his chest, and abs to his hand. I intertwined our fingers as he grabbed his coat, and we went out the door.
"so, you wanted to do it because you felt in control, Nate?" the therapist asked Nate like he was some sort of riddle, waiting to be solved. Nate hadn't said one word since we got here. He has always been as stubborn as a mule. I had been doing most of the talking, telling her what happened. I hadn't told her anything about control though, she figured that out herself, "Nathaniel, you have to talk to me to get this issue resolved." she said trying to catch his eyes, but he stayed looking down. She sighed and slapped her notebook closed, "I'll give you two a minute, its time for the break anyhow." she stood up, giving me a hopeful smile. She walked out of the room, the door quietly closing behind her. As soon as she left, Nate let go of my hand and stood up, running his fingers through his hair roughly.
"why won't you talk Ba--"
"because Alex!" he yelled loudly. He hardly ever yelled at me, and if he did, it was because he was extremely stressed. I looked down, shying away from his eyes as mine stung with unshed tears. I felt so horrible for him. He must have been going through hell. He sighed and walked back over to me, sitting down beside me, "look... I'm sorry, OK? I just..." he groaned, trying to find the words, "i just, I don't know OK.. I don't know what this place is, I don't know who that woman is, and I don't know why I did what I did. I was just so confused and scared and.." he put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hand as he pulled at his hair with a frustrated sigh. I brought my hand up to rub his back, but he shied away from my touch, standing up once again, "don't Al... please."
"why not? I'm just trying to help you, why are you so angry at me?"
"I'm not! I just can't be here right now. I-I can't do this right now, Alex. Please just get me out of here, please." he looked at me with watery eyes and begged. But I couldn't give in now, he had to stay here. I'm not seeing him hurt himself ever again.
"n-no. Were not leaving until you talk." I stumbled over my words, lowering my head and playing with my hands in my lap. I heard it get deathly quiet before he broke the silence.
"what?" he said with disbelief. He thought I would say yes and just go along with it because I loved him, and didn't want him to be uncomfortable. But I wanted him on this earth more.
"i said no." I confirmed, looking up to meet his eyes. He looked at me with hurt as he opened his mouth to say something, but got cut off by the therapist woman walking back into the room. He looked at her and back to you before sitting down. You reached for his hand, but he didn't budge, "really?" I whispered to him. He looked over at me with knitted eyebrows and sighed, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. I squeezed his hand gently, being careful not to touch his wrist. He looked over at me, "you can do this." I told him. I saw his eye close as he took a shallow breath, and then looked up at me again, before telling his side of the story.
Hey guys.
So I know its a short chapter, this one came out to 5 pages, and usually there are at least 7. So to make up for that I will update sooner then previously stated (once a week)...
I actually had 10 pages written out for this chapter,but decided to delete half of it... it was a huge chapter with lots of things happening and some big twists in it, but by the end of it when I read it, the story didn't go in the direction I wanted it to go.. so I just cut it out.
Once again, sorry for the shortness but I'm kinda sick right now.
Also, I can see tons of people read this story, but didn't review. I only got two reviews (and to those people, I love you. haha) If you didn't review, PLEASE, PLEASE review. It gives me a little bit of inspiration to write the next chapter.
So yeah, I'll be updating twice this week, once now and once later on this week because this chapter was so little lol.
Aiming for 16 reviews?
Thanks,
Carleyy XOXO
