Five Against One

Pill Popper

Chapter 6

I lay on the bed still sobbing, pain shooting all over my body. Harry sits on the edge of my bed trying to calm me down, but his presence just makes me more upset.

"Please stop crying! You're just making it worse!" he pleads but I remain in my state of sobs.

Everything hurts and I feel like I could break into a thousand pieces any second now.

Harry leaves the room and quickly comes back with a first aid kit. He wraps my knee and bandages my wrists. Then he ices my jaw causing me to groan from the heavy bag on my face.

"Take these." he says holding out pills and I shake my head no.

"Why not?" he asks and I try to speak but my voice comes out dry and cracked.

"After this incident who knows what you're capable of." I say.

Anger dances in his eyes and I feel pure fear as he raises his hand. I cringe and shut my eyes tightening my muscles.

"W-What are you doing?" Harry asks.

"Um uh nothing." I say quickly.

"You thought I was going to hit you didn't you?" he asks tugging at his hair and I nod quietly.

"Oh my god." He says and I shrug. He shakes his head and puts the pills towards me and I take them slowly.

We sit in silence for a while until I feel uncomfortable and start to shift around. Harry glares at me and I immediately stop.

"What are you still doing here?" I ask confused and he glares at me again.

"Well I had to make sure that you weren't gunna die didn't I?" he says and I shrug.

"I guess, but obviously I'm not gunna die, so why haven't you left?" I say and he rolls his eyes and stands up.

"Fine, be a little bitch." he says and goes to leave my room.

"I was just wondering!" I yell after him and he stops and turns around. "I-I mean usually you guys beat me up make sure I'm alive and then leave. But you stayed." I say and he rolls his eyes and leaves the room.

I sigh and try to stand up, but fail miserably when my legs collapse underneath me. Nowadays I'm so weak all the time, nonstop.

I manage to crawl over to my window and see Harry's car still in the driveway. I look down and see he isn't in the car.

"Where could he possibly be?" I ask myself mentally.

I crawl back to bed and instantly feel all of the pain and start to cry quietly. I stop a couple minutes later remembering my meds.

"Pills." I say and roll my eyes sliding out of bed. I manage to get to my feet and walk down the stairs very slowly and into the kitchen. I walk over to the canisters and pull out two pill cases.

"What are you doing!" Someone screams causing me to jump, sending pain all through my body.

"What are you still doing in my house?" I grunt holding my chest and wiping away the thin layer of tears that collected in my eyes from the pain.

"I needed to make sure you weren't going to do anything stupid that could get me and the boys in trouble!" he says and I roll my eyes turning back to the orange jars.

"Stop!" he screams and takes them away from me.

"Harry!" I scream. "Give it back!"

"No I'm not gunna let you kill yourself Alex!" he screams back at me and I furrow my brows.

"You thought I was gunna kill myself?" I say and then he cocks his head to the side in confusion.

"Um, uh, yeah... you weren't?" he says and I shake my head no.

"Harry, those are what keep me from killing myself, they're anti-depressants." I say and he sets them down on the table.

"Oh."

I walk over and take two out and swallow them dry. It's a little harder but I'm too weak to get a glass of water.

"You can go home now if you want." I say and walk past him slowly and try and climb the stairs. He follows me and stops by the front door. I climb to the fifth step and collapse sliding down two. I sigh and try to pull myself up, but I fall again.

The pain shoots down my spine and I cringe starting to cry lightly.

I hear him sigh and then feel his strong arms pick me up gently. He carries me to my room and lays me down on the bed and stares at me.

"Thanks." I say quietly.

"Just, go to sleep." he says and I nod rolling onto my side facing him.

I close my eyes and lay half asleep when I hear Harry on the phone.

"I'm at Alex's house."

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"Because I fucking beat the shit out of her and I needed to make sure she was alive!" he whisper yells.

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"Because she's asleep you asshole!"

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"I don't care, we just can't wake her up ok, or else she'll flip her shit!" he says and I open my eyes a tiny bit.

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"I don't know man, she's really bad, she's on frikin anti-depressants and after I beat her up she couldn't even walk up the stairs." he says with a sigh at the end.

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"Yeah just come over here."

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"Because I'm afraid that if I leave she'll freaking throw herself off the balcony and kill herself!" he says a little too loudly and I start to stir.

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"Fine whatever, bye." he says and I hear his phone beep.

He sits on my bed and I open my eyes slightly and see him with his head in his hands.

"Why do you act like you care?" I say quietly and his head shoots up.

"Care about what?" he says angry.

"Never mind, it's stupid." I say with a yawn and roll over onto my stomach so I don't have to look at him.

*Harry's POV*

"No tell me." I say and roll to the other side where her head is.

"I-I just thought that it was weird because you were making it seem like you cared that I was y'know, in a bad place and all and that you were afraid that I was y'know so weak and everything." she says and then closes her eyes yawning.

"It was stupid." she says shaking her head. "I know a guy like you would never care about me. You've made that clear." she says.

Did I care though?

I mean yes, I didn't want to feel guilty over her if she did kill herself. But, do I care is the question.

I think I might. I mean Alex isn't an ugly girl, I don't really know why we always call her ugly honestly.

She has beautiful blond wavy hair, freckles that dot her nose and under her eyes, pretty blue eyes, good curves, skinny. She isn't the prettiest but she is good looking. The thing that takes away from all her beauty are those damn scars and bruises that we give her.

And I think that I might because when I read that journal entry about her wanting to end it all, apart of me, felt, cracked. Reading that tear stained piece of paper was heartbreaking truthfully.

It really makes you think about the things you've done in your life so far.

Honestly, I'm not to proud of what I've done lately.

But, will I continue...

Most likely, yes.

It's the only way to take my mind off of her and what I'd rather be doing with her instead of beating her up.