Saving Stella - A Stellaride story

In sickness and in health (1)

Stella's pov*

silence. 

Silence is what hit me when I walked into my apartment. silence was a good sign, this meant he was either not in or knocked out after another overdose.

I slowly walked through the apartment trying not to make a noise in case he is here. He hates it if I wake him up. I continue walking through the apartment taking a look inside every room.

as I enter the last room there is no sign of him as a big breath of relief that I didn't know I was holding in escapes my mouth. 

I made my way over to the sofa that was full of empty beer cans and used needles and carefully discarded them before I sat down. 

"what a day" I say to myself as I rest my eyes. 

Today I had my final firefighter test which I've been working on for months, I am now 1 week away from knowing if all my hard work has paid off. Being a firefighter is all I've wanted to be my whole life so I knew couldn't turn the offer down when I came across the course for new recruits that were taking place for the CFD. 

This opportunity might finally be my way out of this hell hole I've been living in for years.

It was never always this way. The creeping around and just hoping my so-called husband wasn't home when I came home. There was a time many years ago I loved to come home to him, but that suddenly changed once we were married, and he fell into the wrong crowd and got hooked onto all kinds of drugs. He turned into a different man, but I took a vow to him, in sickness and in health, and right now hes just sick, he will one day get better and we can go back to the way we were. I just need to help him.

BANG! THUD

I was awoken from my thoughts when I heard the apartment door fly open and bang onto the wall and a drunken Grant on the floor as he tripped over his own feet coming in.

I run over and go to help him up but he swings his arm as i see theres a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand "D...dont touch me!" he slurred as I obeyed his order and took a step back. He arose to his feet and stumbled over to the sofa, he began looking around for something, the sofa cushions flying all over the living room once they were all off his head lifted towards me as he looked at me dead in the eyes as anger filled his eyes 

"YOU!" he pointed at me as he came round the sofa and headed towards me as I began to back up until my back hit the wall "where have you hid my gear" thats when I realised what he was looking for, the needles I discarded. 

"they were empty, you had used them all, I threw them away" I quickly said hoping he would remember he already got his kick this morning 

"You're lying! you used them didn't you" he said as he got closer and I could smell the alcohol on his breath, knowing the days when he mixes his drugs and alcohol were the worst.

"Grant, No! I would never touch that stuff,  dont you remember, You hit up this morning before I left" I said as I tried my best to make him remember!  

"You're lying, don't make me out to be an idiot!" he screamed at me as he placed his arm against my neck, pinning me against the wall as he used his free arm to search my pockets "I know you have them" He continued to search my pockets to which he found nothing, he groaned in frustration as he stepped back from me "I told y...." before I could finish my sentence a fist is collided with my cheek with such force that I fall to the floor, followed by a kick to my abdomen, I curl myself into the fetal position and protect my head as i await another blow. to my surprise none came. 

suddenly I feel my head being pulled back by my hair as grant is now knelt beside me with a handful of my hair in his grasp "You better go get me some more" he said pushing my head down to the floor as he walked away.