His Lover's Killer

Time to Tell Them.

(Nick's POV)

I don't know if it was from the shock of Jake making that stupid mistake or the confusion of why he did it in the first place, but my heart and mind were making a strange connection, trying to piece everything together. I felt my face heat up as I stood frozen, still trying to process his actions. I shook my head to get back into reality and scuffed off those ridiculous thoughts away.

That was the worst mistake you could've made you idiot. I hissed to myself, but more towards Jake, as if he were still here before I shut him out. He's been a fool ever since we started this case and now he was making it worse by making that decision. I sighed, closing the door where my best friend left my presents and slowly walked back into the kitchen. Twice. Twice I've been kissed by the people that I've least expected, but I suppose it had to come out sooner or later.

I sat my tired body back on the seat that I sat last night. Running my hands through my hair for the millionth time, I glanced over at the beer that I had yet to finish. Time to forget whatever the heck just happened. And with that, I grabbed the bottle and brought it to my lips, taking a bigger swig of the stale taste.

I didn't get it, yet I don't think I really cared anymore. Everything was just so fucked up that I wouldn't doubt if the house started to catch on fire by my boiling body. What would I give to just let it all melt away? My body and mind were tired as it was, I shouldn't let my energy go to waste. But I doubt that I had any left.

As I thought of what else to do with my worthless life, I took another sip to finish my drink. I wondered how everyone else was taking Jessica's death, did they even know what happened? I suppose I had to be the messenger boy to tell them the truth. But how would they take the news? I didn't know, but I couldn't let that stop me, since they had the right to know. So with that being said, I sighed as I got up and walked over to the wall where the phone was hanging. My body was shaking from fear, from nervousness, from not knowing how they would take the news. Regardless, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, picked up the phone and started dialing but before I placed my fingers on the numbers, I froze. How do I even start telling them? "Hello, I just wanted to inform you that my wife has been killed. Have a nice day." Clearly that wasn't the way I wanted to address the news. But before I could think of the right words, I was punching numbers in and the phone started to ring. My heart beat faster to the echoes of the ringing.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't-

"Hello?" My heart jumped, as I heard the familiar voice that I was so used to growing up.

I cleared my throat. "Uhm, hello mother."

"Nicholas, it's so good to hear from you again! How are you and Jessica doing? I heard that you two went up to Montana for her brother's wedding, no?" She tends to ramble on with questions, since I never check up with her. I took a deep breath as I was prepared to tell her the truth.

"Mom, Jessica is dead." My uneven, unconfident voice finally spat out.

There was a pause.
I didn't know how she took the news. Surprised? Shocked? glad? It was hard to tell since I couldn't read her face.

"Mom?" I wanted to make sure she was still there or if I was just going crazy.

"Sorry sweetie. It's just, I didn't know what to say." She managed to say.

Well you could give me some sympathy! I wanted to scream at her but I kept cool.

"It's okay. Just wanted to give you an update. How's Sammie doing?"
Sammie was my younger sister by two years. Five months ago, we got the devastating news that she had cancer. She's been in the hospital in and out ever since.

"Oh you know her, fighting through it till the end of course. She been a great little trooper." I could her my mother pleasing voice, even though I knew she was faking it.

"And dad? How's he doing?" I chocked at the question. I didn't want to mention him, since he casted me out long ago, but I'd thought that it would be nice to my mother to just be concerned.

"Would you like to talk to him?" That pierced me like an arrow into my stomach. No I didn't want to talk to that asshole. But I had no choice when I heard my mom call out for him.

"Trevor, Nick wants to talk to you!" No I didn't, I definitely did not.

My heart jumped when I heard the sound of his hard, cold voice.

"Nick? What's up? What did you want to tell me?"

I could tell that he didn't want to talk to me, I was clearly wasting his time. But I just wanted to get it over with.

I cleared my throat again.
"Uhm, i-it's just that uh..."

I couldn't find my words, I was too afraid to hear what his response would be. But despite of that, I've managed to spill it out.

"It's just that, uhm. Jessica is dead." My voice was cracking so much, I wondered if he could even tell what I was trying to tell him.

There was nothing but silence and that scared me. Then the sigh of his disappointed voice made me jump.

"That's a shame." That's a shame. That's all he could say out of his lying teeth. I knew that this was a terrible idea talking to him. Now I got my consequence.

The sound of the click and the long beep on the phone was a sign that we were done. No pity, no apologies, nothing from him and that's how it was, nothing more.

I haven't realized how many tears have flowed down my face until I saw them fall onto the ground. I shakily tried to put the phone back as I collapsed on the floor but it fell with me. I was shaking uncontrollably, my heart rate was too fast to feel it. They didn't care, they never did. That's what hurt me the most. I've been through too much shit lately, and just knowing that they didn't care made the painful memories come back that I've tried to erase. I closed my eyes as the tears continued to pour out.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Jessica. I've tried so hard to keep strong. But clearly I was too weak for you." I whispered, hopefully she was able to hear. But I doubt it, she was dead and I was dead with her.