Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

NICK

I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face with a punch, who the hell did he think he was? to blackmail me like that. Using my son! I looked him dead in the eyes ready to punch him. "Go ahead, punch me. it will be more evidence against you." He smirked, "See these cameras around?" the bastard looked serious.

Was he that insecure that he would do something like that to me. Force me to see therapists when he knew if I disclosed everything to them, I would be sent to jail if not the mental institution. Was his plan to get rid of me completely?

"If I talk to the therapist, you know what the results will be, I will be sent to jail!" He shrugged as if he had no care in the world. "Be creative, you are good at that." Then he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Though going to jail wouldn't be such a bad idea for you. You did send Olivia there, why can't you go?"

I clenched my fist, Marcus was pushing it, he was pushing me, and I was about to break. "Nick, he wants you to react, don't give him that. Let's just do what he says for Samuel's sake. He is my son too and if I am not allowed here then that means I won't get to see him as well."

Ethan, ever so sensible. I hated that fucking trait of his sometimes!

"This isn't over!" I turned to leave but Marcus laughed. "I think it is." I stopped in my tracks trying to calm myself down. I turned to look at him and he had this smug look on his face like he had won. He then shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled walking away.

I punched the bonnet of my car in anger. “That is another evidence of your violence. Stop doing shit like that and just go." Ethan got into the car. I hated that he was not bothered by the situation.

How could a grown man tell other grown men what to do and they would just listen and obey as if he were their god! "Get in the fucking car Nick!" I turned and glared at him. What the fuck was he angry at me for?noveldrama

He was calm when Marcus was ordering us around and now, he was angry at me? what the fuck did I do? I got into the car, and he started the car and drove off. "Are you really taking us to therapy?"

Ethan said nothing. "I will not, and we cannot let Marcus dictate to us. We are grown men, and we can make our own decisions. We don't have to do what he said."

He Ethan brought the car to an abrupt stop then turned and punched me straight on the jaw. I was so shocked that I just looked at him. He then punched me again and again and the only thing I could do was block the punches.

"You are so fucking selfish, do you think this is about you alone? Did you think about Samuel, how he would feel not seeing us for three fucking months! The boy

is only starting to get to know you and now you are not allowed to see him. what do you fucking thing that will do to him?"

I said nothing, didn't think of it that way, I was just angered by Marcus and how he threatened me using my whe son. "Marcus is not wrong; he wants your son to have a better father not the blood thirsty animal you have become!"

I looked at my friend shocked, was that what he really thought of me? I thought of his fear towards me was just a joke, just something to punish me and stay away from me for a while.

He usually did things like that, even when I was with Olivia, if I had done something he was not happy with, he would keep his distance then come back again. I didn't think it was that serious this time as well.

But I was dead wrong, my friend really feared me and thought of me as blood thirsty. Had I become the monster I thought Luke was, the very monster I thought my mother and grandfather were for what they did to Olivia.

The monster thought Xander was, had I turn into that and didn't even

realise it? "Drive us to therapy." I

didn't know what I was going to say

when@got there, I didn't know if

telling half truths about whathad

happened would help but was willing to do it.

If my friend thought, I was a monster then what did my son think of me? I was afraid to even imagine it. I had gone so much astray that I didn't even see it. now I was in so deep that I thought my actions were justified.

I had killed a man, skinned him alive and bashed his head in until he was unrecognisable and yet, I slept peacefully at night as if nothing happened. Oh Lord, I was the monster Ethan said I was.

Normal people wouldn't have done what I had done, and they wouldn't have been able to sleep at night after. But I had been sleeping well with no problems at all. What the fuck had I become?

When we got to the hospital, I was the first to get out of the car. Determined to do whatever it took to be a better person. Or at least go back to the Nick Jones who was respected by the people not feared because he was a monster.

All the way to the doctor's office no one spoke when I got there, the doctor looked shocked. It might have been my appearance; I was sure I looked horrible after the punches I got from my friend.

But she was sensible enough not to comment on it. "We can start whenever you are ready, this is a safe space."

I glanced at the door. "Can my friend come in after me? I know you might have another appointment after me, but I think he needs to talk more than I do right now."

She hesitated. "Alright, I will see him."

"Thank you, could you please make our appointments one after the other next time, we will be coming together from now on." The doctor agreed and I was grateful. It was time to change, for my son.