They Saved Me {COMPLETED}

Chapter 2

Shopping.

The time to pretend that I'm actually happy and I'm normal and I don't have thoughts to kill myself all the time. I don't have enough money to clear this place but I made up my mind. I'm not dying on an empty stomach.

I picked up a string of sausage and added it to my cart. Walking to the checkout line, I glanced at the middle aged man who was checking out my groceries. He told me the price and I made payment. I was about to move from the line but something was holding me back.

I don't know why but as long as I remembered I always noticed little things. The things that not everybody notices. A flinch, a weighed down stare, the slightest turn of the lip. I always knew my dad wasn't happy, I knew that people at school talked about me, I knew my teachers pitied me, I knew my mom felt guilty and I knew my stepfather had the most evil of intentions ever since he married mom. I don't know if this is a gift or anything but I always notice the subtle things and I knew that this man checking out my groceries was weighed down by something and it was tearing him apart.

It takes one to know one anyway.

The people behind me started complaining and yelling at me for me to get out of the line. I couldn't just leave though. I had the overwhelming urge to say something– anything– to the man.

He looked up at her with a bored troubled look and sighed, "Miss,  could you please move along. You're holding up the line."

I looked behind me to see the angry faces glaring at me. I looked up at the man and pushed the words out.

"Don't give up."

To anyone, those words may sound irrelevant but from the look on his face. He got it. He looked at me with him mouth open and eyes wide. His eyes started to water but he quickly looked away, excusing himself and scurrying along.

Practice what you preach, hypocrite.

Walking through the parking lot with my groceries in my hands. I spot movement from the corner of my eye and turned to look at the man at the check out line. He was in his car and his body was moving up and down over the steering wheel. He was crying.

I rushed away, not wanting to look anymore. People had a lot of demons and they have their way of dealing with them. I don't know what's the cashiers way is but mine was running. Escaping the voices in my head.

I set my groceries on the island and started unloading it. When I was almost done with the last bag, my phone chimed from the small coffee table in my living room. 

I walked over to it, not thinking anything of it. I just assumed it was my boss from work calling me in to take an emergency shift. I was wrong.

Her medicine is finished. Get your ass over here and give me some money.

My heart dropped as I furrowed my brows. How can that be? How can her medicine be gone by now? It was too soon. Except...

He wasn't buying the medicine. He was using it to buy alcohol, buy drugs and gamble. I just got the drugs for her two days ago. It didn't make sense that they just finish besides I don't even have the money to get her medicine right now, I just spent all I had on groceries and wasn't getting paid till the month ends.

Without unloading the rest of my groceries, I slipped my jacket on and began my walk to my mother's house. I was going to demand that deadbeat of a step-father tell me what he was using my mother's medication money to do.

Yes, I may return home with a limp, a black eye and possibly sore body parts but my mother was still my mother and even though I did not agree with half of the decisions she has made since dad died, I still love her.

She's the only one I have left.

I am not going to lose her too.

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