The Way Things Work

Chapter Twenty Five

"You will be sure to tell me if you are having any of those side effects, right?"

"-Yeah." You hesitated, but she didn't pick up on it. 

"So, let's get ready to do something today babe!" 

"Why don't you and Liam go out, you know on like a date? You are going out with each other." You released a superficial laugh. You would love to spend the day with them but the truth was you felt like a burden. Sarah was totally in love with Liam yet she never got to spend time with him because she was always worried about you. You would never tell her this though because she would always tell you that you weren't a bother or that she loved taking care of you. It was an even bigger lie than when she would tell you that she thought you were pretty. You sighed to yourself, catching her attention.

"What's the matter my dear?"

"Oh nothing, you and Liam need to leave me here and go on a date."

"Why he's already hit it home." She smirked at you as you dropped everything and gaped. Sarah wasn't one to give in easily, especially to guys. 

"Say that again." Your gape grew into a sly smile.

"We did 'it' last night!" 

"Shut up! No you didn't!" You joked.

"Yeah and it was great! He is so gentle and kind! I love him so much!" 

"I'm so happy for you!" You leaned in and hugged her, she was your world right now and you weren't going to lie: you were jealous.

"So, when he gets back you are going out for lunch and a movie. Hell stay out for dinner, just enjoy yourselves!"

"Alright, but are you going to b-"

"I'll be fine. Live your life!" You joked as Liam walked through the door. 

"Hey babe!" He said as he pulled Sarah in for a kiss. "And for you my dear." He handed you a white paper bag with the two medication jars, as well as a set of instructions on the order form. 

"Why thank you sir. Now get out." You pointed at the door.

"W-What?"

"She wants us to go out on a date together." Sarah clarified.

"Oh, does she know-"

"Yep! Now goodbye!" You said as you handed Sarah her bag and pushed them out the door. After they were out you whipped out the order form. You glazed over the numerous side effect of each which were strangely similar. But the effects from over dose were far different. An over dose on 'Valium' would lead you to suffocate on your own vomit, where as and over dose on Zolpidem' would basically lead you into an intense sleep and stop your breathing. 'Peaceful' was the only word that could come o your mind. You knew it was wrong, but things were becoming increasingly hard and stressful. Maybe n eternal sleep would do you well. At that moment, thoughts flashed through your mind at a painful speed. You thought of Harry's words, your lack of support and how you were unloved. You wandered around but made up your mind to revert to your old ways. You took a knife from the kitchen and moved into the bathroom. You sucked in the air and aligned the knife. As you began to press down, someone barged through he main door. You ran through the kitchen tossing the knife in the sink and walked into the living room. 

"H-Harry?"

"Yeah?" He stumbled over the coffee table landing flat on his back.. His placement was awkward and sloppy. You didn't understand he delayed reaction to the obvious table until you were within a three meter radius. He was hammered. 

"Are you okay?" You asked, keeping a safe distance. 

"N-No. Everyone blames me for all of this messed up crap. How was this my fault that you're pregnant-"

"Harry I'm n-"

"Shut your mouth and listen you little slut." He had managed to pull himself off of the ground and cower over you. "This isn't my fault and this demon is going to ruin me!" He pointed at your stomach. The whiskey and lingering perfume(presumably Angel's)collided in the space in front of you making for a putrid cocktail of aromas. You looked back up into his eyes as the rage engulfed them. He knocked you backward as you stumbled over the coffee table and fell between the table and the wall. Harry gripped your neck with the same hands he used to caress your vulnerable body just a day ago; he raised you to his height before spitting to the side. "This 'creature' will never be the reason for my reputation." He slid his hand upward and wrapped it across your face, just underneath your left eye. "Go to Hell, you ugly, worthless whore." He glared before running out as you fell to the floor gripping your hands to your chest. Exactly like the dream.