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The week went by slowly for Nick. Everyday John had him doing everything and anything, just to make Nicks' life miserable. And every night Nick was subjected to a beating. The worst one took place the night before he was set to leave with the other guys.
"YOU FUCKIN LITTLE SHIT! WHY MUST YOU MAKE MY LIFE HELL!" John yelled. He was again drunk. Nick backed away as far as he could. He stopped when he felt the wall behind him.
"I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM LETTING YOU GO WITH THAT....THAT.. GROUP OF YOURS! YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA BE FAMOUS!" He continued to yell and took another swig of his beer. Nick wished his mom was alive to stop John from hitting him. It all started after his mom died when Nick was just 6-years-old. John loved his mother very much and after she died he blamed it on Nick.
"Since you are leaving for a while I better make this one good eh?" John said with a coy smile. This scared Nick tremendously. John closed in on Nick like a tiger going in for the kill after cornering its pray. With one quick motion John grabbed Nick with one hand and hit his stomach with the other. John knew that he couldn't hit Nicks face. Oh no no then the other boys would find out and he would go to jail, so John just hit Nick's body.
John threw Nick to the ground and began to beat him with his belt over and over. Nick cried and screamed. John kicked him in his side.
"SHUT UP YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF NO GOOD SHIT!" He yelled. Nick quieted down but the blows kept coming. Eventually Nick felt numb and he closed his eyes and thought about being with the boys tomorrow, well that was if he could still move. John stopped. He was tired.
"That will teach you. Go to bed." He said agitated and closed the door. Nick again waited for John's door to close before getting up. It was harder this time and he was bleeding from a few places. He checked to make sure that nothing was broken. Nothing was. 'Thank God' Nick thought to himself and he slowly and painfully went to the bathroom and cleaned up.
Nick then laid down in his bed pulling his hole filled blanket over him and wincing in pain. This was the worst beating he had ever gotten. 'I hope I can move tomorrow' he thought worriedly. It hurt him to move, to lay down, and to even think. But he eventually fell in to a restless sleep wanting tomorrow to come fast so he could leave.
~~~~Next Day~~~~~~~
Nick was packed and waiting for Brian and Kevin to come and pick him up. His body was tremendously sore and he couldn't wait to be on the road because it would give his body a chance to heal. John was standing out on the porch with him.
"Just cause you are in a music group big shot, don't think you are gonna get away from me cause you eventually have to come back." John stated. 'Yea but at least I will be away from you for a while' Nick thought bitterly.
Just then Brian and Kevin's car came up the driveway. John slapped Nicks back hard, knowing that Nick was very sore. Nick whimpered and that satisfied John. Nick quickly picked up his bags and ran to the car. He threw his bags in the trunk and got in fast. His body aching but he just wanted to get away from John and fast.
"What's the rush?" Brian asked.
"Oh I just missed you guys. That's all." Nick said forcing a smile. He then looked out the window and saw Johns face turn hard and silently vowed that Nick would pay when he got back. Nick quickly turned his attention back to Brian and Kevin.
"So how long are we away this time?" Nick asked excited.
"Well about 9 months, a year if we go to Europe." Kevin stated
"Cool!" Nick said happily. 9 months with out HIM! 'I will be bigger when I see him next.' Nick thought.
"Aren't you gonna miss home?" Brian asked.
"Humm I guess." Nick said shrugging his shoulders. 'Yea right' he thought to himself 'What home?' Right now Nick only had to worry about getting his body to heal and to make sure the guys don't see the marks. That could be tough. 'I'm gonna need a lot of pants and long sleeve shirts' he thought to himself. Oh well he hid it before, he could do it again.... can't he??
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