CHAPTER 3: WEIRD NIGHT

Nat's POV

"Hey princess" someone calls out to me in my sleep.

I groan in my sleep and turn around.

"Wake up!"someone whisper -yells.

I slowly stir out of my sleep and open my eyes.

Nick is on top of me with his face inches away from mine and he has a knife in his hand.

Have the nightmares gone so bad that now they've become the reality?

"You're not real," I say to him and try to change my dream.

Seconds later I realize that he's really on top of me.

"Welcome to earth Nat," he says.

I don't even scream cause I know what good it'll do to me.

"Nick" I whisper.

"Oh I've missed you," he says and leans down causing my breath to hitch.

He simply kisses me on my cheek and gets up. I mirror his actions and get up too.

What the fuck?

Why is he here?

I thought he made it pretty clear to me that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, yet here we are. 

I stand and look at the knife in his and my eyes go wide.

"So you've finally noticed it," he says and smirks.

"Nick...don't, please"

"I'm doing nothing" he simply says and traces the sharp edge of the knife with his finger.

"Haven't you missed me?" he asks me and brings the knife closer.

"What? Are you going to kill me now?"I ask him.

"I'm glad to see that you're not deaf"

"Luca fucking died saving me!"I yell at him.

That makes his hand go lower and gives me time to plan my next move.

"Kill me then," I say to him, "kill me and Luca's life will be nothing but a waste"

He starts breathing heavily and lowers his head.

"You think it's easy?" he suddenly asks.

"What?"

"You think it's easy living with the fact that my brother died because of me?" he yells at me.

"You think I don't die every day?" he continues, "it's been hell living with all those what-ifs inside my head. What if I hadn't run after that guy?What if I had come back in time? What if--"

I put my hand on his mouth and stop him from saying anything more.

"I can't live with this pain anymore Nat. I don't wanna live anymore. I wanna die. I'll die" he says softly and looks at my window.

I turn his head towards mine.

"Everything will be better. I promise"

"That's what everyone says "he replies.

"Hey it's okay to not be okay," I say to him and he lowers his head on my shoulder.

I can't believe that the strongest person I knew is left as a broken mess because of the death of his brother.

"Let's go out, "I say to him and he nods.

I take his hand in mine and lead him out of my room to my staircase and then finally out of the house.

"It smells sweet here," he says softly.

"Yes, it does, "I say.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks me.

"Doing what?"

"Being nice to me. Even after all this time--"

"That's who I am Nick"I reply and he nods his head in agreement.

"Do you still love me?" he suddenly asks.

"What? Why do you care?"I ask him.

"Touche," he says and drops the topic like I thought he would.

As we reach the gate of my house, he turns to me and hugs me.

I'm taken aback by his gesture and I awkwardly hug him back and can't help but notice those stupid butterflies and the fluttering of my heart.

"I'll be going now--" he says but stops abruptly when he notices a tall frame standing in front of us.

His eyes go wide and he looks at me as though I betrayed.

"What's wrong?"I ask him but he doesn't speak.

He takes out that knife and looks between me and him before slicing it on my wrist.

"Agh!"I groan and he runs away.

"Hey are you okay?" that person rushes to me and it's no one else but the asshole from before.

"Yes. I'm used to it by now"I say and weakly smile.

There's a huge cut on my wrist and blood is gushing out of it like crazy.

"Doesn't look fine to me" he says before taking my other hand and guides me to his house.

He leads me to a sofa and makes me sit there.

"I'll get the medical kit," he says and leaves.

I look at my wound and cringe.

But it's nothing compared to the pain I feel inside. Nick yet again found his way into my heart and broke it.

How many more times before I finally stop loving him?

A few moments later, that guy enters with a white box in his hand. He opens it and takes out a disinfectant and applies it to my skin. Next, he wraps my wrist in a bandage and secures it with a clip.

"There. You can go to the hospital tomorrow" he says.

"Yes, thank you, "I say and smile at him.

"I'm Alex by the way"

"But you're Italian"

"Yes I can't tell u my real name so it's Alex for you," he says with a smile.

I look at him for a moment and he gives in and says, "I'm Leo."

"I'm Nat, "I say and extend my hand to shake hands with him.

He chuckles and mirrors my action and we handshake.

"You're being nice now, "I say more to myself than to him but he hears it anyway.

"I was in a bad mood earlier"

"Oh," I say and stand up but quickly sit down because of the head spin.

"You can stay here tonight. There's a guest room here"

"No, it's ok "

"No, it's not. You can barely stand. Sit down and then u in sleep there"

"Uh"

"It's okay. I'm not dangerous" he says with a chuckle.

I just smile at him.