VALERIE

Ninety Five

Marco had quietly been staring at Valerie for the past 3 minutes.

His hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans while she lay motionless and silently on the king sized bed. Her naked body covered underneath a thick comforter.

Valerie knew he was standing there she just didn't acknowledge his presence because she didn't care.

Marco swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat then cleared it, "How are you feeling?" He nervously asked while he took a seat on the bed next to her.

Valerie who was facing the other way clutched onto the thin sheet underneath her. She felt useless and completely worthless.

Marco fidgeted with his hands while he stared down at the orange clay tile floor.

"It's been a week since we've been here and you haven't left this room." He awkwardly told her noticing the pile of food that she hadn't touched at all for that morning.

Valerie barely eat in the past week, Nick would force her to eat small amounts even though she didn't want her to.

Her grip on reality was slowly slipping back into a dark insanity.

She could hear and see things again things that she shouldn't see or hear.

Marco looked down at her and frowned. It was like Déjà-vu all over again.

Then he completely realized it was similar. What caught his attention was the 4 empty orange prescription bottles on the nightstand beside the bed. He reached over to grab them.

Marco dropped them all, they made a noise when they hit the tiled floor and rolled away, "Valerie where are the pills?" He calmly questioned staring at one of the bottles that had finally stopped rolling.

Valerie didn't reply to his question, she just wanted him to go away and leave her alone. She didn't even want Nick around.

"Valerie," Marco said firmly, "Where are the pills?"

She shuffled around a bit, just clutching onto the covers underneath her a little tighter.

"Valerie!" Marco suddenly shouted gripping onto her bare shoulders tightly and forcefully flipping her onto her back.

Valerie started to cry once she felt someones foreign touch roughly grip her shoulders. She felt like Johnny made her feel. Pathetic and weak.

The memory of what he did surged back within her mind and she felt terrified.

Marco realized what he had done and let her go, he rubbed his face with his hand before letting it fall back into his lap, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to Valerie it's just I need to know what you did with the pills I got for you."

Valerie sat up and adjusted the cover on herself again, tears still streaming from her eyes, down her cheeks and to her chin. She pulled her legs into her chest and buried her face into her thighs to sob.

The door to the bedroom slowly creaked open with Nick poking half his body in, he furrowed both of his brows together when he saw Marco seated right beside his crying girlfriend.

He came in quickly, body a sweaty mess from working out with Elena, Marco's older sister.

"Did you make her cry?" Nick asked with an aggressive and deep tone.

Marco rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I didn't mean too-"

Nick scoffed incredulously, "But you did."

Marco stood up and kicked one of the empty prescription bottles, "That, I made her cry because I asked what she fucking did with all the pills our family doctor prescribed."