My Pure Addiction✨

Chapter 10 (What happened Strawberry?)

Tyler Harrington

I had been waiting for Amelia to come upstairs for what felt like hours, but there was still no sign of her. I paced the room, impatiently scrolling through my phone to pass the time. Where is she? It wasn't like her to just disappear.

Frustrated, I finally decided to go and find her. As I made my way down the stairs, I was caught off guard by someone crashing into me. The impact wasn't hard, but it startled me. Looking up from my phone, I saw Amelia. She looked... terrified.

Her face was pale, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. Her eyes were wide with fear, darting around the room as if expecting something—or someone—to appear any second. Her hands trembled, and she kept glancing over her shoulder as if someone had been chasing her. What the hell had scared her so badly?

"Strawberry," I called gently, my voice full of concern. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

She just shook her head, still wide-eyed, and pointed toward the kitchen. I didn't see anything there, but the fear on her face was real. She tried to walk past me, her steps shaky, but I reached out and gently took her hand.

"No, you're staying with me." I softened my voice, trying to reassure her. "No one's going to hurt you. I'm here." Her hands were cold, trembling uncontrollably. She didn't resist as I led her back down to the kitchen.

Her fear clung to the air like a heavy cloud. I scanned the room, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everything was in its place—no signs of anyone. Still, I couldn't ignore how frightened she was.

"Amelia," I said gently, turning her so we were face to face. Her eyes were filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "Please, talk to me. What happened? I can't help you if you don't tell me."

She stared at me, her breathing uneven, as though she wanted to explain but couldn't. Before I could press her further, her knees buckled, and she collapsed into my arms. My heart dropped in panic.

"Amelia!" I called, shaking her gently. "Strawberry, open your eyes!"

She didn't respond. Her body was limp in my arms, her pulse rapid beneath my fingers. I scooped her up and carried her to our room, laying her down gently on the bed. Panic gnawed at my chest as I called our family doctor, Steve, immediately.

When Steve arrived, he took one look at Amelia and frowned. After a quick examination, he asked me, "Has she had any panic attacks recently?"

"Yeah, a few days ago," I replied, still shaken. "But nothing this severe."

Steve nodded thoughtfully, then asked another question that shocked me to my core. "Has she been using anxiety pills?"

I blinked, completely taken aback. "Not that I know of." Anxiety pills? Amelia had never mentioned anything like that.

Steve sighed, looking down at her. "It seems like her body is relying on those pills to manage her panic attacks. She's fainting because she's become dependent on them, and her body can't handle the stress without them anymore. She's likely been using them for a while."

The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. Amelia had been suffering this whole time, and I hadn't even known. "Are the pills dangerous?"

Steve's expression was grim. "They provide temporary relief, but the side effects of long-term use can harm her health. Right now, she's addicted, and that's why she fainted—her body is craving the medication."

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process everything. "So, what do we do? How do I help her?"

"She'll need to be weaned off them gradually. And more importantly, she needs comfort and support. Emotional stability will go a long way in helping her recover without the pills. Keep an eye on her, and make sure she doesn't have access to more of them. Regular checkups will also be necessary."

I nodded, feeling a heavy sense of responsibility settle over me. "I'll take care of her," I promised.

"But she was scared—terrified. And there was no one here except us," I added, still confused.

Steve considered this for a moment. "Either she really saw someone, or her imagination is playing tricks on her. Check the house cameras just in case."

"I will. Thanks, Steve." I saw him out and immediately called Gareth, telling him to come home. I couldn't handle this on my own.

When Gareth arrived, I gave him the rundown of what had happened. He was just as shocked as I had been. "What the hell, man? Amelia's been using anxiety pills?" His voice was loud enough to echo off the walls.

"Yes, and apparently, she's been using them for a while. I had no idea." I ran a hand over my face, exhaustion creeping in. "She's asleep now, but we need to figure out exactly what she's been taking."

"You check her room for the pills, and I'll go freshen up," Gareth said, already heading upstairs. Lazy as always.

I muttered under my breath and made my way to Amelia's room. Opening her drawer, I found what I was looking for—a small bottle with a simple label that just read "Pills." I picked it up, examining it carefully, when something else caught my eye—a diary.

Curiosity tugged at me. Her personal diary? I knew I shouldn't invade her privacy, but something in me needed to understand what she had been going through. I opened the first few pages but stopped when I heard Gareth's voice from downstairs. I quickly put the diary back and hurried out, taking the pill bottle with me.

Gareth went to get the pills checked out while I headed back to my room where Amelia lay peacefully, as if nothing had happened. The sight of her sleeping so calmly made my heart ache. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable. It killed me to know she had been suffering like this—alone.

I sat beside her, gently brushing her hair away from her face. "Don't worry, Strawberry," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. "I'll help you through this. I promise you, no more suffering."

I leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, letting my lips linger there. She looked so peaceful, and for a moment, I just rested my forehead against hers. Her steady breathing brushed against my skin, grounding me, reminding me of the responsibility I had to protect her.

As I stayed there, her breathing started to change, becoming a bit heavier. I opened my eyes and found her looking at me. Her big, brown eyes met mine, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite read.

"Strawberry," I said softly, pulling back slightly. "Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Do you need anything?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she reached out, surprising me by pulling me back down next to her. I wasn't sure if she was still half-asleep, but I didn't resist. I lay beside her, gently stroking her hair, hoping my presence brought her some comfort. She nestled closer, her body relaxing against mine.

In that quiet moment, I felt the depth of my love for her—pure, unwavering. She had become my world, and I would do anything to see her smile again.

"You'll get through this, Amelia," I whispered as I held her close. "And I'll be right here with you, every step of the way."

I watched her as she drifted back into a peaceful sleep, my heart swelling with the resolve to help her heal.My Strawberry.

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