Safety in Ink (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

(Picture of Stephan)

 Chapter Two

I stormed out of the tattoo shop, running a hand through my hair in frustration. As I near my car, I kicked the tire as hard as I could, and it happened to be with my leg that I had just got tattooed. An electrifying shock shot through my leg and I collapsed down against my car. I cursed lowly, as I tried to get through the pain that coursed through my legs. A pair of feet came to a stop beside me, and then a hand that pressed gently against my back.

"Are you okay?" He gave me that concerned look, showing that he truly cares, but I really was not in the mood. I swatted his hand away. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head slightly.

"Don't do that." I groaned, "You remind me of my mom."

He frowned and his shoulders relaxed. We stayed quiet for a moment before speaking up again. "Why should it matter - that Anthony is coming back?"

The question only irritated and I clenched my hands at my sides, attempting not to blow things out of proportion and hurt someone or more so, Stephan, since he happened to be the closest person to me. He gripped my shoulder firmly, shaking my slightly, knowing just how to calm me down.

"He just suspects that everything can go back to the way it was before he left, " I sighed again and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose, as my leg began to feel slightly better. Stephan went quiet again and did not say anything else. He was straight. He didn't - couldn't understand how it felt to have this happen to you. Sure, if he was in the same situation with a girl, everyone would assume that it was the same, but it wasn't. Not when you put up with people making fun of you, and hurting you.

I chuckled cruelly, knowing that was exactly it. Stephan didn't understand. I dug my keys out from my pocket and unlocked my car. Stephan threw me a wary glance, setting his jaw, looking deep in thought, but I just ignored it and got into my car and pulled out of the parking lot, and back down the road.

Stomping down on my gas pedal, I drove down the road as a flame began to burn inside me. I just wanted to punch everything in sight at the moment, but I had to control myself, so I gripped tightly onto my steering wheel, my knuckles turning white under the pressure. A few miles out of town, I pulled into an abandoned parking lot of an old mill. I turned off my car and screamed. I threw punches at my steering wheel, making my car horn sound. I banged my head back against the headrest, my whole body shaking. 

Beside me sat a pill bottle. Hastily, I grabbed it and opened the lid and threw a white capsule into my mouth, and swallowed it. I capped the bottle and threw it into my console as I leaned back against the headrest, closing my eyes. I sat there taking in deep breathes and let them out slowly. allowing the medication to calm me. Once I felt like I had calmed down a little I turned my car back on and drove back into town. Ever since the day Anthony left me I had developed problems. While I shouldn't blame him for my problems. I've found that without someone there to support me, the way he did, these problems have found their way easily inside me.

I had driven straight back to my house, and once I got there I made a B-line towards my room, ignoring my mom who greeted me at the door. I stomped up the stairs and locked the door behind me before flopping down onto my bed, pulling my shoes off, and not even bothering to take my clothes off.

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When I woke up, I had somehow ripped off my shirt in the middle of the night to reveal my heavily tattooed chest. I pushed myself out of bed, and a burning pain shot up my leg, from my tattoo. I had forgotten to put on the lotion on it last night before I had gone to sleep.