The Trouble With Love (SHOEY Fanfic) DISCONTINUED

A Visit to the Hospital (Chapter 7)

I get in the car and Izzy is staring at me nervously. I wince as I sit down. The pain of the glass in my skin is excruciating. I decided to ignore it until we get home.

Before I shut the door I hear a squeal of tires and I turn around. A car was pulling up beside mine. Wait...

I hear his voice before I see him.

"Joey! What the hell! Im driving down the street and I see my roommate walking around drenched in blood! What happened??" Sawyer's face appeared in the car doorframe.

I sighed and exchanged glances with Izzy.

"I'll tell you at the house Sawyer. We'll meet you there..." Sawyer shot me a look before getting back in Victoria.

I drove back to the house, blocking out all emotions and feelings. I need to get Izzy home.

My head was spinning, and my skin stung from the glass still stuck there. Not to mention all the pent up emotions from beating up Shane.

I didn't want to do that. I love him. I still do. But my fury got the better of me that time. I still can't believe I trusted him... He's not a monster, even though I just saw myself.

I pull up into the driveway behind Sawyer and get out. Even though I'm dripping in blood I still help him out away his stuff. Izzy said she was going to the bathroom since she had a stomachache.

After we get his bags into the house, Sawyer turns to me.

"Joey. Explain. Now." I sigh.

"Long story short, I had sex with Shane a few days ago, found out the next day Shane abuses Izzy, so I went to Shane's house to deal with him. Happy?" He nods slowly.

"I think I get it... But Joey... You said that you wouldn't turn-..."

At this point, Izzy walked in.
I decided Izzy didn't need to hear and cut him off.

"Um, Sawyer? Can you help me with this glass?" At this point, the pain was almost too much to bear anyways. He looks at Izzy and nods. He understood.

Izzy say on the couch watching us.

"Be careful, Sawyer. He has a lot of tiny pieces of glass stuck."

He takes me into the bathroom and awkwardly tells me to take off my shirt.

I slowly and gently pull off my shirt, avoiding the shards on glass on my arms, back, and chest. Sawyer digs through drawers looking for a pair of tweezers.

Sawyer moves behind me and starts on my back.

"Holy crap, boy! This is a lot of fucking glass!" He starts pulling out one shard and I whimper.

As soon as the first piece of glass is out, I let my feelings pour into my mind. I held them all in while I drove, but i needed a distraction from the pain of the glass.

The look in Shane's eyes as I confronted him.

The quiet grunts as I punched him.

The sound of glass shattering on the hardwood floor.

The curses that came from my mouth.

The taste of my own blood on my lips from the glass.

Everything.

It happened all over again in my mind as each shard was pulled from my skin.

I hadn't realized I was almost screaming from the pain. Izzy was at my side, murmuring quiet words of encouragement.