The Beacon [h.s]

41

Harry Styles

"That'll be $2.06." The young looking man behind the cash register informs me.

I yank my wallet out of my jeans pocket and pull out a twenty dollar bill before slapping it on the counter and grabbing the plastic bag that contains the one item I came for. I turn around, heading for the exit.

"Sir! This is twenty—?"

"Keep the fucking change." I mutter with my back still turned to him and push open the door to the CVS I was just in.

I still have about an hour before I have to be at work. It's bright and early in the morning as the annoying sun burns my eyes, and I curse to myself that Nyla still has my damn sunglasses. I made a mental note to get them back from her—

No, she shouldn't be in my mind. She's the one that's caused this fucking mess in the first place. I shake my head and run a hand through my hair in an attempt to get her out as I make my way over to the end of the shops. I find a ledge and place the bag on top, sticking my hand through and retrieving the bottle of nail polish remover Nyla informed me of. I hated to even ask her, but in a fit of rage last night, I threw my phone against the wall and the weak thing fucking broke.

God, she's in my goddamn mind again.

I blink hard when I feel the frustration boiling inside me. You can say I'm in a very shitty mood, even more so since coke makes me fucking insane. And yes, I took a couple lines after waking up this morning, shoot me.

So wasting my morning trying to find fucking nail polish remover while my body ached from the hits given to me by my father last night, I wanted to jump off a fucking clift.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, I practically ripped open the cap off the bottle and I was immediately hit with a disgustingly strong smell that made my nose scrunch in reaction.

"Fucking hell." I mumble to myself as I stare at the bottle I held far away from my nose.

But as I continue to stare at it, I wondered how the fuck this was supposed to take nail polish off my damn nail. Jesus christ, if I have to pour this shit all over my hands I'm gonna fucking scream.

Yeah, I'm gonna have to fucking pour it.

I place my free hand on the concrete ledge and use my other to slowly pour some of the disgusting smelling liquid on it. I aimed for my pinky first since I couldn't stand looking at the pink color on it anymore. It was ugly and I was so fucking stupid for letting Nyla put this shit on me. Father was right, it looked horrendous. Especially the pink.

The liquid felt cold as it drowned my pinky, I stared down at my nail and waited for the nail polish to...I don't know, fucking dissolve? But, nothing fucking happened. My pinky was drenched in this rancid shit but the damn chipped nail polish was still showing and I didn't know what to do.

"You're fucking kidding me." I mutter once I dump a bit more on top to see if it'll do anything, but still, nothing. My teeth grind in anger and I close my eyes as I feel the need to shoot someone in the head. I swear to god if Nyla was fucking with me and lied about how to get this off my nails, I'll most certainly be keeping my word from before and killing her.

I swiftly turn around with the bottle in my hand as I scan the sidewalk of people minding their business and going about their day. My eyes trained on a girl that looked around my age, if not a bit older, walking past me on her phone. So I walked right up to her.

"Hey, you." I called out. She takes a moment to realize it was me calling her but once I stood in front of her path, she picked up her head and finally looked at me. Her eyes immediately flashed with concern for her safety as her lips then parted to speak.