I was leaning against the counter watching the chicken in the oven when I noticed Brock leaning in the doorway watching me.

"A picture would last longer?" I glared at him briefly.

"What the hell is going on with you?" He asked as he walked a bit into the kitchen.

"Why did you have him bring my things here Brock?" I turned to him.

"You're mad about that?" He raised his eyebrow and held a confused expression.

"Among other things..." I slowly folded my arms.

"I figured you'd need your shit" he shrugged.

"Who said I was even staying the night?"

"I don't see a fucking car in the driveway and I sure as hell am not letting you 'hike' to the hotel"

"I'm sure that cute driver wouldn't have minded giving me a lift"

He had made me upset and I knew saying that would get to him.

"I'm sure he wouldn't have minded having his face fucking smashed either" I could hear the venom in his voice.

"And why would that happen Brock? Because you're jealous that another man finds me attractive when I have Dean already ? you see you don't get to be jealous over what isn't yours!"

He chuckled and kicked the counter before getting ready to storm out.

I didn't care that I upset him , I'm not sure why but at that point I didn't...

"You don't get to just leave Brock, this is your house not a fucking hotel where you can just leave because you don't want to hear what I have to fucking say..."

"Its not my fault you go from wanting me to fuck you to a fucking bitch in a split fucking second!" He turned back.

I was silenced briefly as his tone hurt me a little but I shook it off.

"Nobody tells me how to dress, its my body, nobody owns it so excuse me if I get a little upset when you basically tell me to cover up like I'm some 20 year old whose dressing like a slut"

"So you're just fine having some guy ogle you when you have a fucking boyfriend while you're standing in front of him like that"

"So its okay for that some guy to be you but not anyone else?"

He didn't comment. I knew he couldn't say anything to it.

"I'm not even mad about that, I am mad because you are making me feel like some charity case "

"You're mad because I'm letting you stay with me instead of a hotel? A normal person would say thank you"

"Well this person has still got some pride and she's not going to stay in some guy's house for it to be thrown in her face later on" I shouted back as I saw his anger subside a bit .

I didn't want him feeling sorry for me. I turn to switch off the oven and then leaned to open it.

"Nicole..." I heard his low voice.

"Just fucking shut up!" I glared at him and gripped the pan and I immediately dropped it.

"Fuck!" I screamed out as I had forgotten about using the cloth.

I ran to the tap and blasted water on it.

" I was trying to warn you" he said with his voice low gain as I felt his hand over mine.

" Thanks for the I told you so.." I glared and took a cloth and left the kitchen.

"I wasn't..." He sighed but didn't continue.

I heard a knock on the door and as I glanced back I saw Brock head to the door and I immediately looked away. He had remained in the kitchen for the past fifteen minutes, I guess he was cleaning up the mess I created .

My hand was hurting but I ignored it as the tears fell.

I know I shouldn't have snapped at him but it had happened to me before and I had sworn I would never depend on a man again...

"I just think our time has come John" I shrugged as I slowly packed my stuff into a suitcase.

"I knew this change was bad" he shook his head.

"I'm not changing John.. I just need something different in my life right now." I glanced at him briefly and continued to pack.

"Three years Nicole and now you want something different?"

I sighed and turned to face him.

"Yes. You are no longer what I want John, you have proved that by the way you you are acting now ,accusing me of changing when I am not. I am simply trying to be who I really am who I have forgotten while being in this relationship with you.."

It hurt looking at him and seeing his hurt as well but I knew what I needed to do for myself.

"So its my fault?"

"No its mine because I fell for you John, pretty fast and once you caught me I convinced myself I had to be someone I was not, to be able to fit into your world ...well I'm done with that now"

"After everything I have given you! I gave you a place to stay, paid all the fucking bills. Half the clothes you have was bought by me. Hell, even your car has my name on it and now you are done?" He laughed a bit and shook his head.

"You think that's the reason I stayed? For all of this? "

I gestured with my hand to everything.

"After all this time you really think I'm that shallow?" I shook my head as I thought he knew me better than that but clearly he didn't.

"I didn't..." He began but I cut him off.

"You just threw every fucking thing in my face. I never asked you for any of it John. I just wanted you and this was your lifestyle I stepped into.."

"You didn't reject any of it either Nicole. I gave you.." I slapped him immediately as I was sick of him making me out to be some gold digger.

"Stop saying you gave me shit John! You might have given me all this? But you took away ME.. You took away Nicole Garcia, the one who stands on her own two feet and made me into this pathetic woman who is so desperately in love with you that I gave up the two most important things to me."

" I never asked you to Nicole, I was straight from the very beginning.."

"I know John but I'm not as naïve as I was in the beginning. I know what I want is someone who doesn't think any less of me when I reveal myself and I know what I need which is to be completely fulfilled in my life having what I have always wanted and I will not be getting that from you. You know it and I know it so instead of tearing me down because I no longer want you ,Can you please move out of my way so I can pack the shit I paid for while you can send yours that you're so concerned about to charity!"

"Even a bitch needs to eat" I heard Brock's low voice and saw the pizza being set down on the coffee table in front of me.

I didn't respond.

"Fine give me the fucking silent treatment I could do with the fucking quietness.."

Silence.

"Nicole.." I heard him again and he finally appeared in front of me.

I glanced up at him and his face changed as I remembered I was crying.

"Fuck! I didn't mean.." his eyes widened briefly.

"It's my hand its hurting real bad.." I half lied as it was hurting but it wasn't the reason I was crying.

He frowned and then disappeared .

He returned a few minutes later as I wiped my tears and sat down next to me.

"Give me your hand.." I extended it to him still looking down and he put some stuff on it as I felt the coolness flood over it and then a bandage being wrapped around it.

I finally looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"Thank you.." he simply nodded.

"Well it was my oven that attacked you when you were only trying to make us some dinner" he smirked a bit .

The Beast was trying to cheer me up.

"Who says I was making you dinner?" I teased.

" Well I would hope so.. I mean I thought it was a sweet gesture until I saw it flying to the floor " he looked slightly amused and I burst out laughing which caused him to chuckle.

And I sighed and he frowned.

"Thank you for letting me stay here Brock but I'll head back tomorrow.."

"Why? We can just fly out together on Tuesday"

Of course he remembered Brie telling him I was only scheduled for then and so was he as I remembered Paul telling the driver that on Monday.

"I..."

"Look if you want to leave tomorrow I'll call you a car but I'm not saying you have to leave Nicole"

I sighed as I didn't have the energy to fight when my head was fuzzy and he wasn't the actual reason I was upset.

And he leaned over me picking up the pizza box and I scooted to the end of the couch so he could set it between us.

He opened the box and dug in.

After his first slice he stared at me, "Please don't tell me you're fucking Vegetarian?"

I shook my head, "that would be Brie.. Uhm I'm kind of on a strict diet so..."

"Are you serious?" He smirked.

"Yeah I don't have a naturally good body Brock. Some of us aren't genetic freaks"

"Its one night , come on. I can finish this on my own baby but I mostly bought it for you"

Baby...

I sighed and began eating , mostly because he had made me feel butterflies by calling me that.

"Is it still hurting? " I shook my head as he walked back into the room holding a pillow and a blanket as he had gone to throw the box away.

" Okay you can head into my room upstairs I'll take the couch."

"Don't you have a guest room?"

He shook his head.

"So where does Paul stay if he stays here?"

"Couch.." I was pretty sure he was lying but then again why would he choose to sleep on the couch.

" I am not taking your bed Brock..."

"I don't feel like another fucking fight Nicole" he said as he slipped off his track pants and threw some pillows on his couch.

I swallowed hard as this was about the closest to naked I had seen him.

" A picture would last longer baby.." He winked and I rolled my eyes and made my way upstairs.

A/N:

Did you like the flashback of the breakup that was included???

Like that Brock played doctor???

Like that he called her Baby???

Hope you liked this update xx