❤Nikki #2- Help Me

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Fluff, tiny amount of Angst

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To say me and Nikki are unhappy is an understatement. I'm pretty sure he loathes my existence at this point. We've been married three years, and before that were best friends for another 20 years. Nikki refuses to accept his heroin addiction is causing a rift in our marriage. He thinks me constantly working and never being home is the problem. But I've always told him that working makes me happy. I won't just sit at home while he's at work in the studio making all of the money to support us. I have my own income and that's just how it works.

I was getting ready for work when Nikki woke up from his sleep.

"Morning babe." He says in his deep, groggy, sleepy voice.

"Morning Niks," I say leaning over to peck his cheek.

"Where are you going all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning?" He smiled. He seems happy this morning.

"Work."

"But I thought you had today off?"

"Boss called me this morning," I said grabbing my scrubs from the closet. 

"Of course, he did." He said rolling his eyes and laying back down.

"Nikki please don't." I sighed, not wanting to argue with him anymore.

"Don't what June?" This made him get out of bed and stand up in front of me.

"Nikki, I have to go to work. And you know that."

"But you don't have to June. And you know that."

"Nikki, I've told you that you cannot be the only one working and our only source of income. I'm a grown adult and I can make my own decisions thank you."

"It isn't just that June. You act like I don't see the way you look at me. Like I'm broken or damaged goods."

"Nikki you are broken. You're using heroin to fill this hole in your heart when you have a wife right here. And you just refuse to let me help."

"Because maybe you just aren't enough." He bellowed looking right into my eyes.

I gasped, tears welling in my eyes, my insecurities shining through. Ever since me and Nikki started dating, I'd always feared I wasn't enough. Even now that we're married. And he said it, out loud. And that was painful.

"No, no, June wait, I-I di-"

"No, Frankie, you're right. Maybe I'm just not enough." I spat emphasizing his legal name since I know he absolutely hates it.

I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room. I grabbed my phone and called the hospital.

"Renne, hey, it's June. Can you put the boss on the line?"

"Sure, he's right here actually."

I listened for my boss's gruff voice on the other end of the line.

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