Page 21 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

Chapter Seven

Nick

I open the door to my apartment and darkness greets me.

How suitable.

Every time I step foot in it, I feel like I’m stepping into a nightmare.

My nightmare from which I can’t seem to wake up.

The only light that usually shines through is now fast asleep.

Dumping my keys into the extravagant bowl on the round table that sits in front of the door I take my coat off and just throw it over the chair that’s in the corner.

My every move is echoed. It highlights the feeling of solitude that lives in me for over three years now. It went away for a little bit, but since Heather is pulling away from me, I couldn’t get in touch with her and later I didn’t even try and Claire landed her bombshell in my office today, it’s coming back with even more force now.

Sighing I rub my face with my hands and go to my room to lie down and hopefully find some sleep.

*~*~*

I’m seeing a therapist.

The money, it all goes to my parents, they’re broke.

My brother is gambling again, and I have to pay his debts or he would get kill.

Help me, Nick.

I’ve been depressed since I gave birth to Ben.

I have never seen Claire so broken.

So helpless.

She’s been trying to talk to me for some time now, but every time I dangled more money in her face just to leave me alone. And the situation that her family had put her in, demanded that she took it.

She’s been all alone, trying to fix everything.

I sat in my office and listened to every word that she said, but all I could think of is that I failed her.

I failed the woman I married, the one I promised I would protect.

She didn’t even try to wipe her tears away.

For the first time, she wasn’t picture perfect without a hair out of its place.

She was the woman who was drowning, and it showed.

I’ve severed all contact with them.

I’m left all alone.

Each and every word coming out of her mouth lashed at my skin.

Each tear was a salt to my wound.

I need you.