August 22, 2006
2 days after I was raped, the media had already covered the story. "Us Weekly" said Nick wasn't a good boyfriend and that I deserved better, and ya no, the same old shit. I kept telling Nick that he was my best boyfriend because no boyfriend of mine had ever made my dreams come true. Today is Howie's birthday, and AJ decided it to be a "Guys-Night-Out" type of thing. Which, of course, included Nick. He told me he didn't want to go because he didn't want to leave me alone. I told him that if he wants to go, he should. After all, it is his friend's birthday. I stayed with Sarah, Leigh, and Kris most of the day. They left early because they knew their husbands would come back with a major hang-over. Izzy stayed at Daniel's house. I'm very happy for her. Even though, Daniel is not my boyfriend, he still makes me smile because he is keeping Izzy happy. So, the girls left at around 8pm and Leigh asked me if I could watch Baylee for the night because she was planning "something for Brian." I said sure and most of the night was of Baylee and me. I read him bed-time stories and all. He's such a sweet, cute kid, just like his father. He slept in my room. After I put Baylee to sleep, I waited for Nick in his bedroom. I watched Pearl Harbor to keep me awake; after all it is a long-ass movie! LoL
At about 3:30am, I heard the door open. "I should be careful," I thought, "I don't know what Nick's capable of when he's drunk." I turned off the TV and light to make pretend I was sleeping. I heard the door open. I grew nervous. I heard him taking off his shirt and pants leaving only his boxers on. He laid down next to me.
"Babygirl, I know you're awake," I heard him say in a rather deep voice, "I missed you at the club. I miss everything of you. You, your eyes, your dancing. Everything. Babygirl, can I have you tonight? I need you. I need to be inside of you. Please, baby."
I felt his hand go down on me. I was scared of what to do. I moved to a different position, so he couldn't finger me.
"I'll take that as a 'no'," he said, beginning to kiss my neck. While doing this, I felt his 2 large hands on my breasts.
I couldn't help it, so I moaned. "Nicky, . . .," I breathed as my breathing became heavier.
"That's my girl," he said, continuing to kiss my neck.
"Nicky, w-we can't do this," I tried to explain to him, "Baylee's here."
"Just be low as possible, babygirl," he told me. He turned me, so I was facing him.
"Nick, I don't think . . .," I began, but was interrupted by Nick's lips on mine. I felt him laying me down as he began to go on top of me. "Nick, we can't. Your drunk and I was raped about a week ago."
He ignored me as I felt him enter me.
"Oh, . . . Oh, God, Nicky," I moaned. My breathing began to increase. He went deeper inside of me with every thrust. I put my legs around his waist, wanting him to go deeper.
"Yeah, . . . yeah, that's it, babygirl . . .," he told me. "Baby, I want you to cum. Cum for me, babygirl."
"Only if you cum for me and with me," I told him.
He smiled mischievously as he began to rub me.
"Oh, Nicky, . . . Nicky, please, stop . . . Stop it. You're making me go crazy," I said,with my hand on my head desperately trying to find something to hold and trying to catch my breath with every word I said.
With 3 final thrusts, I arched my back and Nick and I came with one another. "I love you, baby," he said, between kisses.
"I hope so," I thought as he fell asleep.
