"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask furrowing my brows at him. He just stares and gives a light chuckle and I started to feel uncomfortable.
"Well after you left me I felt a little bad so I thought Id follow you here and apologize. So....I apologize." He says plainly not showing any real emotion of remorse or regret not even a morsel. That was one of the shittiest apologies I've ever received.
"Not accepted leave me the fuck alone." I tried my hardest to sound firm but on the inside I was trying to keep from breaking down, crying, having every wall I built since the day I left him come crumbling down.
"Well that's not gunna do now is it?" He says smirking. He lets out a huff and grabs my wrist pulling me into him but it takes my all not to let out a shriek of pain as his nails Pierce my skin.
"You know you miss me, you want me. You know deep down you still love me and would leave that dickhead Harry for me. Arnt I right?" He says each word with a grin causing me to squirm. His grip tightens and I let out a small whimper.
"No.. I don't love you. You almost killed me....twice.. now fuck off!" I spat in his face before my running shoe to connect to his balls with all the force I could muster. He fell to the ground as tears started brimming in his eyes.
"You're gunna pay for that you little cunt! and your little shithead boyfriend too." He cowered in pain and rolled over to each side with his hands between his legs.
I ran back to my house and up to my bedroom locking the door behind me. Thinking that by some chance he was behind me. I leaned my head against the door and felt the room start to spin. I heard Harrys cries in pain as images of Dylan torturing him played in my head.
"No no no no no..." I say to myself as I run to my bag gripping the bottle of pills. I fall to the ground as my chest is pressed with pressure that is unimaginable. The images of Dylan beating me until I pass out ring around my brain. I can't take this. All I hear is his devilish chuckles as I open the bottle and toss three pills into my mouth swallowing quickly. I sit for a few minutes as they take their effect. Making me drowsy but calming me enough so my attack is ceased. These pills had become my savior and I was grateful for them.
I clutched the bottle to my chest rocking back and forth. It had come to mind how many times these small tablets had saves me from a panic attack from subduing me.
I needed them.
I climbed into my bed and held the bottle still close to me before I fell asleep mumbling phrases from the lullaby Harry sung to me.
*****
I woke heaving and tears slipping from my eyes as I remember the nightmare clearly.
Dylan had Harry tied slowly cutting his skin with knives and Harry sat there begging me to make it stop and all I could do was watch.
I quickly searched for the bottle of pills and became terrified when it was no where in sight. Searched frantically around my room, cabinets, floors, under beds but they were no where to be seen.
I ran to the living room and saw Harry sitting on the couch holding the small orange tube containing my hope for happiness.
"Harry." I say sternly as he turns to looks at me. He didn't seem to happy with me and I'm sure i was about to find out right now.
"Hailey you know you're only supposed to take 6 pills a day right?" He says eyeing the bottle and glancing at me every few seconds.
"And just a question, how many have you taken today?" He says now keeping his dark eyes pinned to mine as I try to rack the number in my head.
