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Nick started putting leftovers away and doing the dishes. He was angry and hurt at the same time. He looked down at Sharon's full plate. She really hadn't eaten anything at all. He was worried about her but every time he tried to approach her about it, he ended up attacking her. He began to wonder what drove her to drink so much. Maybe it was because of him.
Meanwhile, Sharon was upstairs in the bay room. She was sitting on the window seat, watching the storm just beginning to brew outside. A walk on the beach would have been unheard of, despite the fight they had. He wasn't even trying to understand her situation. She wondered how they would survive an entire tour together. They'd never make it.
Nick knew he couldn't hide out in the kitchen forever, and he was feeling like shit because of their fight. He went upstairs to go find her, but just as he reached the top of the stairs he heard a door close and lock.
"Sharon?" Nick received no answer. He saw that their bedroom door was slightly ajar, so she obviously wasn't in there. He checked the bay room but she wasn't in there either. Then he tried the guestroom. The door was locked, so he knocked on it.
"What do you want? I'm tired, I'm trying to sleep," Sharon replied.
"In there?"
"Yes...I don't feel like arguing anymore tonight."
"Neither do I, so lets talk it out."
"You mean fight. Just let me sleep, ok?"
"Give me 5 minutes, please?"
Nick heard the lock click and the door slowly opened. Sharon was in her nightgown. She really was trying to sleep.
"I can't believe you would really sleep in the guest room."
"I still plan on it, and you've got 5 minutes."
The guestroom in their house was plain, but comfortable. It was furnished with a twin bed, a dresser, and a table with chairs. Nick walked in and they both took a seat at the table.
"I think we should talk about your drinking," Nick said.
"Talk then. I'm listening."
"Why do you feel the need to drink so much?"
"I don't feel a need! Its what I like to do, people drink all the time. You drink, don't you?"
"Yes but not so much! You're basically drunk all day long."
"That is NOT true."
"Are you drunk now?"
"Yes but-"
"Where you drunk when you picked me up from the airport?"
"Yes, I was. So what! Why can't you just accept it? Why do you have to make a problem out of it? No one else cares."
"No one else cares because no one else likes you, and no one else likes you because of your bad attitude because you're always drunk!"
"Ok, are we done now? I thought we weren't going to fight."
"We're not, I'm just trying to make you listen to reason. I think you should see a psychiatrist."
"A WHAT?! You're fuckin crazy. I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing! I thought you knew me better than that!"
"I thought I did too but I don't even know who you are anymore. You won't talk to me about what's bothering you. You have problems."
"Oh, I have problems? Look at you. You let your family force you into this life of stardom and you sit and watch while they do the same to all their other kids. You never even went to school, you have your fucking GED! You do everything everybody else ever tells you to do, THAT is a problem."
"Fine, but at least I face my problems instead of trying to drink them away. At least my problems are known instead of kept inside of me, torturing me."
"I guess you've got me all figured out."
"Well why else would you drink so much? Unless...it's me."
Sharon began to laugh until her sides ached.
"What's so funny?" Nick asked, obviously offended. Sharon began to calm down a bit, enough to reply.
"Nick, sorry to burst your bubble but the world does not revolve around YOU. You'll drive yourself crazy if you try to analyze my drinking. You'll never know everything about me, you'll never be able to get into my mind no matter how much you want to. Just let it be if you want us to get along."
"I'd do anything for us to get along, but I can't let this go. I can't stand by while I watch you do this to yourself. Promise me you'll see a psychiatrist, I won't mention a word about your drinking again if you do."
"Nick it's NOT GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN! Not ever!"
"Do you want us to break up? Do you really want that?!"
"NO! Are you giving me an ultimatum?"
"No...maybe, I don't know. I can't see myself with you for the rest of my life if you keep drinking like this."
"Nick...I'll go to one appointment, ok? ONE."
"Great...I'm so happy about this, you have no idea."
"Shut up and get out. I'm going to bed."
"Can't you come to bed with me?"
"No, get out. I'll see you in the morning."
Nick walked out of the room wondering if he would ever get any ass again.
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