Tangled Love

I stop off at the local chemist after college and look around the shelves for something to ease the pain in my stomach. I desperately need something to numb the agony. I'm still dressed in Jake's clothes, my own still damp inside my bag.

"Can I help you?" A voice asks, directing the question at me. I snap out of my little daze and turn to face a worker in her early forties, smiling at me.

"Yes please. My brother is a boxer and he's in pain with his stomach. I wondered if you had anything to help him?" I lie, knowing I'm babbling way too much. I can't help it, I'm a crappy liar. 

"Has he been treated professionally?" She asks me, frowning a little. My eyes widen at her question and I feel my heart pick up pace.

"Y-yes but he's also been recommended to take painkillers, strong ones," I mumble quietly, staring at the floor.

"Follow me," she responds politely, disappearing down an aisle. I breathe a sigh of relief, following her in the same direction she disappeared.

"Tell him to take these three times a day after food. They are strong painkillers so no more than three," she informed me strictly. I nodded and thanked her, paid for the tablets and left the chemist. Once I was outside and around the corner, I immediately swallowed two without water. 

"Please help me," I whisper, shuffling myself in the direction of home.

*****

when Trevor stops me, slurring his

you wearing?" He yells up the stairs. I turn slowly, feeling exhausted from

it's the afternoon. Slob. I can feel him glaring straight at me, eyes burning holes through mine. He was

so I changed into some dry clothes," I explain myself quietly, signalling at Jake's clothes. I turn back around, wanting to

"You filthy slut. You

Filthy slut?

ask, turning back around

a go on you in school?" He snaps back, his eyes flashing with hatred for me. I don't miss the smirk that grew on his lips as he tore me down with his words.

I immediately feel my chest tighten with anger.

clench by my sides and I narrow my eyes into thin slits, staring directly at him.

hatred in my eyes for

becoming dangerous. Without thinking about my actions, I spit down, aiming directly for his face. I was taught

Trevor deserved