MEDICINE

CHAPTER TWELVE

VIXEN SCOTT
It had been three weeks since Cyrus left and things just didn't feel right. He didn't call or text or reply to any of my messages.

He actually ghosted me.

I just lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. So this is what being heartbroken feels like.

"When I find that slimy son-"Oh shut up, Saviour. " I interrupted, "You won't find him. He's gone. For good. "

"You just want your bed back. " I sat up, "Here." I finished as I got up, about to leave his room. "Vee." He called out, making me stop in my tracks, "Don't worry about it, a'ight. He'll get what's coming to him. "

I know Saviour was only trying to encourage me. I just stayed silent and continued on my way out of my room...

I stared at my ceiling. Thinking about what I'm going to do.

Terry.

I sat up and gave him a call. "Bro."
"Terry." I caught my voice almost cracking. I cleared my throat. "Terry. Do you. Think. You can come over? " I asked, pausing in between words, trying to steady my breathing.

The line stayed silent for a while. "I'm in Queretaro, Vixen. I'm sorry. " I knew I shouldn't have kept my hopes up. My heart hurt a little more than it already did. I could tell that thatt he felt sorry for me. It's almost like he knew exactly what happened and what was going on.

"Do you wanna talk about it? " He asked, obviously tryingg to comfort me.

"Have fun in Mexico for me, ok Terry?" I said before immediately hanging up. I didn't want to talk about it. Not even with him. It hurt too much.

Why did he have to be I'm Mexico.

I sighed, got up, took a shower, wore some sweat pants and a T-Shirt and went down stairs to have breakfast...

"Are you ready? " Cian asked me as he got up. "Yeah." I answered, getting up with him. He just sighed as we got out of he house and got into the car.

"Is everything okay, Vee?" Cian asked as he started the car.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking. "
I looked out the car window as he drove.
"I'm just worried. That's all. "

For the first time in a long time, Cian was actually sounding really concerned. It wasn't his usual 'your problem, you fix it' attitude. For once, he actually sounded like he would fuck somebody up just because they messed up. And actually help you clean it up. The rest of he ride was spent in a tense silence until we finally arrived...

"Why am I here again?" "I asked the question I usually ask when I'm in her office. I've never like being in her office.

" Because you have a problem, dear. "
We both got comfortable. I layed back on her couch and she crossed her legs, "when did you last visit your doctors?"
I paused to think, "I honestly don't remember." I sighed. Then so did she.

She wrote something down,
"How's Cyrus?"

That name.

"I don't know. " "How so?" "He left. No calls. No texts. He just, " I took a deep breathe trying not to break, "Left."
She straightened her posture,uncrossing her legs in the process and her eyes widened. To say she was shocked would be an understatement.

She crossed her legs once again and moved a little closer. "Left?"

"Yes. Left."

She wrote some more things down and looked up at me once again. "How do you feel about that?"

How do you think I FEEL?! I felt like screaming at her.

I sat up and sighed, "Bad. I Feel bad." I kept my composure. Even though all I wanted to do was scream. Then she wrote some more things down.