~*~Brian~*~
We walked straight toward them. I wanted them to talk this out. She needed to understand that Nick was always going to have temptation, but he’d been nothing but good. He needed to understand what it was like to be a Backstreet Girlfriend. Sara and I had talked about this a million times. It was hard. It took a strong strong woman. Pam was not a strong strong woman, but she could be if Nick was willing to take the time and help her. Lee was a good friend, hopefully she’d understand. I started, "I thought you two should talk."
Nick had this cold look on his face, "How’d you get out of jail?"
AJ stifled a laugh. I glared at him, "I bailed her out. She doesn’t belong in jail."
"The hell she doesn’t. That or an insane asylum for fucking fruitcakes." So maybe Lee wasn’t going to cooperate.
Pam winced, "This isn’t about you. Nick, we need to talk."
"No, we don’t fucking need to talk." Nick yelled, "I don’t need to talk to you ever again unless it’s through my lawyer."
Lee shook her head, "We found your diary." She spoke to Pam, but looked at me.
I watched Pam turn pale then closed my eyes, "Who . . who . . found my diary?"
"Tracie and I did."
Oh damn. I could tell my the look on all of their faces what she had written in there, "Frack, bro, let me explain." I reached out and grabbed his arm.
He jerked away from me, leaned his face down to me, "Don’t fucking talk to me like that." He let go of Lee’s hand and walked toward the kitchen.
Thankfully Lee didn’t follow. I needed to explain, to tell him what had happened. "Nick, please . . . let me explain." I caught up with him and stopped behind him.
He turned on me. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him so angry. I can understand. "What the fuck could you possible have to say to me?"
"I want to explain. It only happened a few times, it didn’t mean anything. She felt lonely and scared and it just happened."
Before I knew what hit me I was slammed into the refrigerator, "You were fucking my girlfriend and you stand there telling me it didn’t mean anything? I’d rather hear that you fell in love with her, and it wasn’t just a fuck. You fucked my girlfriend, Brian. Jesus fucking Christ, I never expected that from you. At least if you loved her I could say it was a fate thing, and you can’t stop love. I can’t do that with a fuck."
He sat me down, "Nick, it wasn’t all . . " I was cut off by Nick’s fist in my stomach.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole! I don’t want to hear it!"
"Calm down."
"I said shut the fuck up!" Nick punched me in the mouth and I tasted blood as I hit the refrigerator again. This time a bunch of Tupperware fell on me. "You goddamned self righteous bible thumping jackass!" He leaned down and grabbed me by the shirt. I winced knowing I was going to get hit again. He hit me a couple of times before it suddenly stopped.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Kevin grabbed Nick and I was loose.
~*~Kevin~*~
One second I’m making out with my girl and the next I hear all this cussing and screaming. "What the fuck is that?"
"Oh shit, Nick and Brian." Tracie took off and I followed. She stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and I saw those two going at it. No, I saw Nick going after Brian. Nick had gone through a swinging period growing up, but this was different, he was pissed beyond that.
I grabbed Nick and pulled him off Brian, "What the fuck is going on in here?"
Nick struggled and I let him go, "Goddamn asshole, let him fucking tell you. You’re his cousin. Fuck."
I helped Brian off the floor and found a washcloth for his lip. He was going to have at least a black eye, "What the hell, Brian? Are you ok?"
"No, I’m not ok. My best friend just beat the shit out of me and I deserved it."
He headed out the kitchen and out the front door, "What did you do?"
"One night when Nick and Pam had a fight . . ."
I closed my eyes and cut
him off, "Oh god Brian, please tell me you didn’t fuck her." He
stared at the ground, "No wonder he beat the shit out of you. Hell, I want
to beat the shit out of you. How could you? He’s your best friend."
"I know. I’ve felt like shit since then, and when it happened again . .
."
"Again? You fucked her more than once." I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, "Once is a mistake, more than that is . . . I don’t know. What were you thinking?" He told me this whole thing about her being insecure blah blah blah, nothing I didn’t know, "But how did you fucking her make that better?"
"I don’t know. I don’t know. The first time it just happened, she was so upset and felt so lost I was holding her while she cried and then we were in bed. Then after that I don’t know. She told me that she felt wanted with me, that I wanted her and that felt good. I guess I liked that, and since it had happened already."
"What about Sara?"
"She doesn’t know."
I wanted to slam him on the ground and kick his ass, "Brian, Nick . . . I can maybe understand cheating on Sara, but Nick. Man, he’s your best friend. Was your best friend. Didn’t you fucking think what that would do to him? Hell, what that will mean for all of us. You’re not this stupid."
"I wanted them to stay together. It made sense at the time. If she felt better about herself she’d stop nagging him so much, and they could go on. No one needed to find out. That’s why I brought her here tonight. Nick having her arrested was too far. They need to talk this out"
Nightmare. I yelled this time, "You bailed her out and brought her here. Don’t you think he’s been through enough with her for one day. Trashing the house, all the shit she wrote on the walls, and nearly fucking killing his dogs. They can’t talk that out!"
He looked at me like it’s lost my mind, "What are you talking about? She told me he came over and had changed his mind about letting her have till the end of the month and when she couldn’t get out fast enough he called the police."
I laughed, "She lied to you. Go home, Brian. Let him cool down."
I went back inside to find out what else I didn’t know.
