Request Line (Requested One-Shots)

John Doe - a song inspired (A Yogscast One-shot: Xephmadia?!)

(Note: Sad intense themes. Dregs, Getting beaten up, yeh.)

Lewis bowed his head down on his desk, letting the pain seep into his heart more. He heard a soft knock on the door.
"Lewis, can we talk?", he heard his girlfriend's voice chime from outside. He fumbled with the orange bottle, shoving it into his hoodie before letting her in.
"H-Hey luv, is something wrong?", he had an edge on his words as he spoke, as though he wanted her gone as soon as possible.
"No, it's just...", she sighed, "I'm worried about you."
"Why?"
"What's in your pocket, Lewis?"
The question shot through him like a bullet. He gave her a nervous look as he clutched the bottle in his pocked.
"Nothing.", he muttered. Hannah stood up again and walked closer to him. She held out her hand.
"Lewis, give me the pills.", she said in a calm tone. Lewis looked her in the eyes and stood up.
"I don't know what you're talking about, y'know? I have stuff to do. Bye.", he said, and quickly walked out.
"If you're leaving, don't come back. Not until you're over this.", she said loudly, cutting into his mortal being. He looked back upon her. He didn't want to, we all know, but he had to. He couldn't be without them. He shook his head and rushed down the stairs, going out to his car. His head was spinning. He turned the cold keys in his car, the engine whirring to life, but he didn't drive. He bowed his head against the wheel and began sobbing. Long, drawn out whines of despair. He wanted to stop. He wanted somebody to help him. But he wouldn't let them. No, he shuts them out.
A few weeks later he came back, gaining skeptical looks from the others. He went into the commons room to get the key, and Mark (Turps) walked up next to him.
"Hey man... Are you doing better?", he asked. Lewis didn't know she told others.
"I'm fine.", he growled and snatched the keys. He wasn't in the mood for Mark to baby him. As he walked into his office he heard the unthinkable: moaning. From his girlfriend. In the other room. He threw the keys down and stormed to the other door. He whipped open the door to reveal the worst: her and Simon. She was on his lap, and their hair was messed up.
"Lewis, I-", she got cut off by him pulling her off of Simon, pushing her to the floor and grabbing Simon by the collar. Simon tried to fight back, but the smaller man was filled with adrenaline and the drug of fear and lies. He punched him in the face, hard, pulling him out of the chair and holding him up by the collar of his shirt and hitting him again and again. Hannah was crying, she was scared. She didn't want it to end this way. She knew he was going to get arrested. When he finished Simon was lying there, tear-stained and afraid, on the ground behind the door.
"Don't you dare tell anyone I did that. Call the ambulance, Hannah.", he said in a quiet tone.
This is why Simon was sick for five months. They never made up, but they can tolerate each other. They've gone through so much. Lewis quit doing drugs.