Toxic Love

Fat arse

I woke up late the next morning. I looked at the clock and it said it was 10:30. Jax wasn't in bed but there was a glass of water my pills and a note. Morning baby, I've gone to get my methadone. I won't be long, take your pills and I'll see you soon. Love you x x.

I took a sip of the water, I had no intention of taking the pain meds today. I hid them in the drawer, I'd tell Jax later but anything for a peaceful life.

I decide to get up, I go to the bathroom and use the toilet, even that is difficult in my current situation. I look at my reflection and groan. I look awful, my hair is still filthy at least I'll be able to wash it tomorrow. I use my make up wipes to make sure my face is clean, gently removing yesterday's make up.

I try not to dwell on the fact that I can't really have a wash. If I don't think about it it won't become an issue. Although I know deep down its getting to me. Shuffling back into our bedroom I grab a pair of Jax's boxers out and slip them on. Feeling relieved that I'm naked still from last night after. I smile to myself, I definitely felt better after that, last night anyway.

Walking to our wardrobe I open it, I'm not really sure how I'm going to manage to get dressed. Trying to put on the majority of my clothing is a nightmare. Especially if it's tight, I can't get my arms where I want them and it hurts them if I push too far. I want to try and do it myself though. The more I can do the happier I'll be.

I decide to put on one of Jax's shirts, it will be easier than trying to get anything over my head alone and should cover everything up. Luckily getting the shirt on was a lot easier than I thought. The sleeves were loose so I push them up above my casts. Once I was dressed I walked to the mirror and burst out laughing at myself. I looked like I was trying to pull of the sexy nightshirt look. It would work if I didn't have big plaster casts on my arms and leg. Oh well it's the best I can do for now. I decide to leave my face alone, Jax has seen me looking like an extra from the walking dead enough times and I haven't scared him off yet.

I shove my good foot into a flip flop and grab my phone before heading to the top of the stairs. Instead of a repeat of yesterday I decide to just call down and see if anyone can carry me downstairs. I'll only get told off if I try and bump down again. I call out but no one replies. Thinking about it it's really quiet, I can't hear any sounds coming from downstairs.

I sigh in frustration and open what's app on my phone. We have a group chat and I click on it and start writing. Hey guys is anyone home and willing to lug my fat arse downstairs, pretty please x x. I send the msg and flop down on the top step, waiting for a reply. My phone starts pinging with replies and I laugh to myself reading what people have replied.

Jax: baby that arse isn't fat, it's like a perfect peach 😜🍑 I'll be home in 10. If you can hang on? 😍 ily x x
Mikey: 😂😂😂😂
Jess: sorry chick me and Levs are with Jax, were just headed back tho!! Once you get them casts off were start squatting. Can't have my girl having a fat arse 👍🏻💁🏼😘 x x x
Nate: fat arse 😆😆😆 your killing me
T: Em were out back, Chris is coming to rescue you. He won't be a sec x x
Chris: let's hope she don't break my back 😂😂 x x
Jax: 😂😂😂 Chris it's a peach trust me!!!
Chris: it better be or I'll blame you mate!!!
Jax: stop being a pussy I'll have to get you on my bench mate!!

Tears were streaming down my face, these guys were too much. The banter was brilliant. Before it continued and I sat there all day watching their amusing exchanges I send another txt. Chris sweetie, I'm gonna kick ur arse. With my bad foot, stop texting and come get me please!! X x