Chapter 17
He made sure he zipped his coat up and started down the steps, his feet sinking right down. He had to find something to start a fire with.
Nick sighed, to say that he'd wanted to spend time with Nyla would be the truth, but that he wanted to spend time with her now would be a lie. It sounded mean, but he just wasn't ready to deal with everything yet and now that they've sort have been forced to be together, he felt, trapped. Three days he could deal with, but now how long they'd be together was unknown.
Walking around the corner he came across a pile of wood and started over to it. Cursing as he made his way over. Of course he couldn't use it, it was waterlogged and rotten. Just his luck. Nothing ever went right for him, for the both of them for that matter. If this had happened right after the break up, he would've been all for it. It'd been too much time, almost a year had past since they broke up and any resolution should've happened sooner.
Trudging further back towards the back of the mansion, he saw something. Making his way over, it appeared that whatever it was, was covered with plastic. Making sure his gloves were on all the way, he reached out and pulled the cover off and blinked.
A huge pile of wood stood before him dry and perfect for a fireplace. Reaching out, he grabbed a couple of pieces and covered them back up for later and started back. He'd been lucky that time. He sighed, he really just didn't care anymore about what happened with them, hell she didn't obviously if she wouldn't even explain why she'd broken up with him, she broke up with him, not the other way around. He could feel that anger that he thought had died, start back up again. No, he was still hurting and he didn't know if it'd ever go away.
He loved her, he loved her damnit and that didn't seem to matter to her when she broke up with him. And now here they were, stuck in some fucking mansion talking and acting like they'd never loved each other, like they'd never been.
Stomping back up the stairs he swung the door opened and stepped in and was pleased to see her turn, clearly startled. Coming further in, he slammed the door harder than necessary and started towards her.
"Did you find..."
"Yeah, right here." He muttered, walking over to the fireplace and tossing the logs in.
"Nick, is every..."
"Matches." He cut her off. He couldn't stop it, couldn't stop himself.
Nyla blinked and bent down, picking up the matches and handing them to him. She backed up as he grabbed the box from her harshly. "What the hell is wrong?" She demanded.
He said nothing, just continued to tend to the fire.
"Nick...Nick...Nick! Answer me?!"
"Nothing ok?! Nothing is fuckin' wrong alright Nyla?! Jesus!" He snapped.
She was beyond confused. "Nick, did something happen out there?"
Again he said nothing. He knew it bothered her whenever he ignored her.
"Stop being a shit and answer me!"
Apparently it still did and he smiled coldly in satisfaction.
"Nick!" She screamed.
He stood quickly, whirling around to see her staring at him coldly, but didn't back down, she never backed down. She was one of the few girls he'd dated who never backed down and let herself play the victim. "Leave me alone!" He yelled.
She stared at him moment longer before turning and heading up the stairs. He watched as she pounded up the stairs and all the anger that had suddenly come from nowhere, dissolved and he slumped back against the cold brick fireplace.
A few moments later, he made his way up the stairs, stopping by her door hesitating a moment before turning and walking into his room.
