I have never been happier, I can finally make music in peace. I bet you’re all thinking “What the hell? What’s with the change of attitude?” well, Jesse is gone! Hasta la vista idiot! Now I bet you are all wondering why he’s gone.
To tell you the truth, I don’t know for a fact, Pete said that he “wasn’t doing his job,” but I guess that makes sense; because all he did was harass me. But I’m still happy. Kris is letting me stay alone in the studio once again, because she feels that I’m safe or some other crap that I didn’t listen to because I tend to zone out after a minute or so of talking.
No matter what I’ve told people, they never believe me! I don’t mean to zone out on them, but I always have thoughts flying through my head, as I’ve told Kris a million times, my mind is a hectic place to be, trust me. I always have some song lyrics running around my mind, that I tend to zone out while people are talking to me. And I always zone out at the worst times possible.
Like one time, I was at the hospital and they were giving me medication after I tried to kill myself, I wouldn’t of known how much of it to take if Kris hadn’t been listening. I have so much to thank her for, but that’s for another time.
As I was saying, Jesse got fired, and boy was I happy about that!
I walked into the studio to find Patrick at the soundboard with Pete at his side.
“Where’s Jesse?” I asked, although he could have fallen off of a cliff, and I wouldn’t have cared.
“I fired him,” Pete stated simply.
“What? Why?” I asked. It wasn’t that I was upset that he had been fired; it was more of a surprise then anything.
Pete looked up at me briefly before going turning his gaze back to the soundboard. “He wasn’t doing his job.”
“Oh,” was all I said before pulling out my lyric book and showing it to Patrick.
I looked up from my lyric book, expecting to see Pete, he had gone to get us some coffee because we were staying late at the studio, but instead I saw someone that I didn’t ever want to see again.
“J-J-Jesse?” I asked, my voice quivering as I stood up from the couch on shaky legs.
“Long time no see Nikki,” he said with a wry smile that made me flinch.
“What are you doing here? Pete fired you!” I said, my voice stronger then I felt.
“That’s right,” he snarled, walking closer to me, glaring the whole time. I backed away from him, holding my hand up to stop him from getting any closer, but he ended up backing me into a wall.
“W-What are y-you d-doing,” I stuttered out, watching him closely.
“I want to make you pay, you cost me my job,” he snapped.
“What are you talking about? They said that you were fired because you weren’t doing your job,” I asked.
“Well, they lied.”
“No! They wouldn’t lie to me!” I yelled, staring at him in horror.
“Well princess, they did,” He smirked, pushing me against the wall, holding his hand to my throat. I started at him, wide eyed; I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, again.
“Stop it,” I wheezed out, having trouble breathing.
“No, I’m going to kill you, just to see them hurt for once.”
“You’re crazy,” I snapped.
“Probably,” he smirked.
I took in a shaky breath, my eyes watering. After all that I’ve been through, I wasn’t ready to die, not like this, not before I made my dreams come true. Not when I had so much to live for.
“No!” I got out, my world starting to spin.
“Hey Nikki, they didn’t have- HEY!” Pete said as he walked into the room, Jesse released his grip on my neck, and I fell to the ground, gasping for air. As I sat up slowly, I felt a hard kick to my head, and my world faded into the night.
When I woke up, I heard voices all around me, I tried to open my eyes, but it was so bright. I groaned in pain. My head hurt, and my throat felt like it had been run over by a bus. Once my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I noticed I was in a white room, a hospital room.
“You’re up!” a voice said to my left. My head whipped around to find Pete holding tightly to my left hand, and looking tired.
“What happened?” I asked, my voice raspy from nonuse.
“Well…what do you remember?” he asked cautiously.
“I was at the studio, waiting for you, when Jesse came in, telling me that you guys lied to me about why he was fired, then he started to choke me,” I unconsciously put a hand to my neck and felt pain as my fingers grazed the tender skin. “Then you came in and I fell…there was a sharp pain shooting through my head when my world went black.”
“Well, Jesse came after you because he was more then a little drunk…and really pissed that I fired him. So he attacked you so that he could get to me. I was fighting with him and knocked him out after a few hits to his head. I called 911 and an ambulance came while the cops arrested him.” Pete explained with a soft voice.
“You saved me,” I rasped.
“Well not really-,”
“You did, thank you so much!” I said, pulling him into a hung that seemed to startle him.
“No problem.”
I looked up and him and smiled, “How long was I out?”
“About a day, the guys and Kris are getting lunch, you really scared Kris…she was hysterical, rambling about being here before and thinking that she got you away from all the trouble…what’d she mean by that?” he asked.
“My mom died when I was seven…my dad blamed me and started to drink. He then started to hit me, and Kris would find me on her doorstep at two in the morning, bloody and beaten. My life went past rock bottom and I tried to kill myself. I had cut my wrist, and Kris found me in a pool of my own blood. I flat-lined, and the doctors were amazed that I actually lived through that,” I started, not looking him in the eye.
“I went and got some depression medication and I OD’ed on it, Kris saved me again. I came to Chicago after I graduated, Kris finally getting me out of there. I think this just brought back memories for her.”
He didn’t say anything; all he did was hold me tighter, letting comfort wash over me. After a few minutes, my tears stopped and I just hugged him closer, feeling safe and loved, something I hadn’t felt since my mother was alive.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, but you made it through, and now you’re going to make it through this. I promise,” he whispered in my ear.
“Thanks,” I whispered back.
