Malignant

CHAPTER 3

**Lana's POV**

As my weak head leaned against the cold window I could feel the hard rhythm of raindrops smacking the other side of the glass. As rain fell, so did tears fall on my pale bruised cheeks. I wanted to take the largest eraser and delete all the thoughts of what had just happened.
I look to Tommy seeing his focused eyes on the road like a hawk scouting out his next prey. My eyebrows creased.
He was acting unusual, but I didn't dare to ask why. He probably was trying to juggle everything that I had just laid on his plate.
Suddenly My mind shot back to Eric. His almost lifeless body laying on the ground in that empty classroom, and it was all because of me. I couldn't help but feel bad but at the same time, I felt thankful that I got myself away from that monster and safe with my best friend.
My eyes squeezed hard as a bump on the road made my bruised head hit the window slightly hard.
I picked my head up, setting it to lay on Tommy's skinny shoulder.
He made me feel so safe and Secure. I thank God that he was here and not my mom. The Lord knows that my mom would be no help without a bottle of poison in her hand.
I cursed under my breath..., being Angry with my mind bringing so many worries and anxious topics to the surface of my brain. I closed my eyes lightly praying that they would disappear.
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The car suddenly came to a stop in front of a beat down gas station. Cars came in and out probably leaving from traveling since it was just the New Year. The thought of the New Year hit me, making me realize I haven't made a New Year's resolution yet. I never made them before but I probably need to make one do to the deadly routine my life was repeating every day. I roll my eyes in annoyance as my mind continues to bring up unwanted thoughts.

Tommy came back into the car handing me a below freezing ice pack. I held it to my head and exhaled sharply. Blowing him a whispered thanks. The cold temperature against my blazing hot skin felt as if a million zero degree knives were impaling my flesh.
He then handed me a Styrofoam cup with the gas stations name printed on it with big bold letters.
I take it confusingly. Looking up at him I see no expression as he closes the car door after he got in.

"Drink up you're probably going to need to get your electrolytes back up." He glanced at me with a look I was unfamiliar with.

I didn't feel that thirsty so put the drink down, making his eyes shoot to the cup being set down.
He looked at me seriously.
What was wrong with him?

"Tommy, are you alright your acting strange?" My expression grew worried.

"Drink that." He demanded sternly.
I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion.
He cleared his throat twitching his head to the side. He looked as if he had a frog in his throat or he had a millisecond migraine. My eyes froze upon him feeling myself become uneasy.
"Um..... I mean please Lana.., drink this you are going to need your electrolytes back up and running since you got a pretty bad beating only minutes ago.," he mumbled through his clenched teeth. He looked at me and gave a slight grin but my insides told me that maybe it wasn't real.
He huffed harshly starting up the car.
"Listen, you need to do as I say... You have already caused enough trouble as it is,.... so I would appreciate it if you stop what you doing and consider listening to the help I'm trying to give you."
I just gave a slight nod, sipping down what tasted like a Powerade. I turned to the window and stayed quiet the rest of the drive. I immediately felt bad for Tommy for having to fix my mistakes. Guilt covers my emotions as tears started to form up in my eyes.

Tommy's driving felt smooth setting a mood of an unusual lullaby, pushing my eyelids to feel heavy. I couldn't wait to get home and just sleep for the day. To just be at home with Tommy and forget any of this ever happened.
Soon my eyelids finally gave in and closed me into a calm rest. My body felt so relaxed as I heard Tommy's radio get lower and lower.