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.

*****

halfway up the stairs when Trevor stops me,

the fuck are you wearing?" He yells up the stairs. I turn slowly, feeling exhausted from the day. Much to my dismay,

of the stairs in his pyjamas even though it's the afternoon. Slob. I can feel him glaring straight at me, eyes

I explain myself quietly, signalling at Jake's clothes.

You

slut?

me?" I ask, turning back around and narrowing my eyes at him.

"You're a filthy slut. Do you let every boy have a go on you in school?" He snaps back, his eyes flashing with hatred for

I immediately feel my chest tighten

and I narrow my eyes into thin slits, staring

in my

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

Trevor deserved it.