CHAMPION

Nick: Erika, what the bloody heck is all that noise?

Erika looked over the message on her phone, her movements slow, she was curled up on her side, back facing where Jake should be sleeping next to her.

Erika was between too exhausted to be up, and too upset to sleep peacfully, so she'd just been laying there, eyes closed before Nick texted her; The rest of Jake and Erika's evening was anything but chill, Jake wouldn't talk to her, and Erika didn't know how to start a conversation after what had happened, from springing the therapist on him, to having their childs remains now things just went from bad to worse.

Erika: I don't know...

Erika sighed, she hadn't focused on the noise till now, too wrapped up in her thoughts, but now she realized she could hear things falling; Crash after crash, loud thuds, broken glass, it all just got louder and louder, that much noise was disturbing to hear that late at night- sleeping or not...

Erika's body jolted hearing something getting hurled, she heard the crash and tumble down a hall, and almost automatically got a text.

Nick: Is that Jake??

Although he hadn't been so destructive in this mansion as he had been in their old house, who else would dare breaking anything or making that noise in Jake's house? It made sense for it to be him, but Erika was deeply hoping it wasn't...

Erika: And if it is? What could I do about it?

She wad tired of the Teams expectations for her to solve everything, it had been like that since her and Jake started getting close, they used her for everything, she was the scapegoat, anything they wanted to say to Jake or anything they wanted to know, they always went through her.

Erika: You guys said your friends now? Go ask him a friendly question of what he's doing

Nick was stunned getting the text, he could read the smugness off it, and could tell Erika was getting irritated with him, but he was angry too, angry Jake could do whatever he wanted and they had to shut up about it...And the only means they had for any type of a normal company- or normal communication for that matter, was through Erika.

Nick: Erika I'm sick of this, its ridiculous

Erika: If your so sick of everything, then just leave, we don't need you here.

This wasn't expected either, Nick always thought of himself and Erika as freinds, with or without Jake, he never approved of "Jerika" of course, but he thought she knew it was because he was looking out for her, but now she said something like this? Leave, after he helped build the company, after he sat up there, could have testified against Jake but stayed loyal...

Nick: Well if thats how you feel, thats how you feel. I've warned you about this love, I tried to at least, but you got so wrapped up in Jake Paul, and trying to be his perfect little wife, you've stopped caring about so many other things- Tessa's gone, she use to be your bestfriend, and you never even tried contacting her, you lost your Victory Secret contract, and still your only worried about Jake, and even now, you'd rather have me gone when I have ANYTHING bad to say about Jake or our living conditions.

Maybe it was a little crazy to go off at Erika like that, but it came from a while of watching Erika make, what was in his opinion, dumb decisions, he honestly didn't want to hurt Erika, and maybe it was the lateness of the hour and being fed up talking, but it had to be said.

Erika was a little shocked with Nicks message, she hadn't wanted to sound so cold, but she was dealing with so much anyways, she couldn't talk to Jake even if she wanted to, and Nick bringing it up stung her, she debated apologizing, but decided against it.

Erika put her phone back up, snuggling down into her blankets, flinching everytime she would hear the noise of something else snapping and breaking, hoping whatever Jake was doing, he would stay with material instead of a person...

Jake sat in the middle of the floor, the room was empty around him, the last bits of wall papper torn and scraped down, the baby blue carpet that was once there, had been torn up, patch by patch leaving the floor bare...Jake was breathing hard his shirt sweaty, one hand on the side of his head, fingers threaded through his blonde hair, the other hand was resting on the floor, his nails digging into the wooden floor, veins flexing everytime he loosened and tightend his grip.

The door was open, revealing all the scattered junk Jake had thrown out of the room, he'd torn the teddy bear dug out its eyes, broke the crib, ripped up all the babys clothes and diapers, destroyed every toy, every bottle, snapped the picture frame...

What was the use of having any of it, Jake understood what he tried to block his brain from, his son was dead, he was holding on for nothing- just like the other things in his life...He should have never even allowed himself to get that weak, to care so much, everytime he did life came back around and showed him why only caring about himself and his money was the way to be.

Jake slowly moved the hand from his head, dragging it down his face and to his pocket, he fished around till he took a pack out, it was new, the wrapper still on, with a blank stare he took a stick out, lit it, and took in a breath, and let the smoke back out with a shudder, it'd been a while, but it felt good, it felt calming...

And without the baby around...

Jake quickly finished one and grabbed another out,

There was no real reason to stop right? Any other of his self medication never worked like this one had...