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Why Didn't You Tell Me You Were Bipolar

I start to wake up to a bright light in my eyes. I try to move my arms but they wouldn't move. Something was holding them back. I open my eyes and see I was in Dallas's room. I look up at my arms, they where hand cuffed to the headboard.

"Celeana, baby, calm down." Dallas said as he put his hand on my calf. I look down at him. He sat on the end of the bed by my legs.

"Shut up. Why am I tied up?" I yell.

"Abbey and you got into a fight yesterday. She had to drug you to make you stop fighting her. She said you where off your meds. Baby, why didn't you tell me you were bipolar?" Dal rubbed my leg.

"It doesn't matter." I growl.

"Celeana it does matter. Baby I want to help you. I want you healthy. I want you to be happy. I just want to know why you stopped taking them." Dally get up and moved closer to my face. He sat back down on the bed and looked down at me. He put his hand on my cheek. "Baby please tell me."

"Untie me." I growl.

"If I untie you, will you tell me why?" Dal asked.

"Yes." I growl.

Dallas sighed and uncuffed me from the bed. I sit up and rub my wrists. "I don't like them."  I start to cry.

"Oh baby don't cry." Dallas whispered in my ear and pulled me onto his lap.

I hold onto his shirt as I cry. My body is so tired.

"Baby, I think that you should take a pregnancy test." Dallas rubbed my back as he rocked us back and forth.

"Why?" I cry out and I pull on his shirt.

"Abbey said that you've been acting weird. She said that you become aggressive when you are off your meds. She said you don't become emotional. We think it's the best." Dallas looked me in the eye.

"I'm not pregnant." I growl.

"We just want to make sure. Please baby. Just check." Dallas stood up and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the sink counter top. He pulled the test out of the cover and put it on the counter. "Please. Just make sure. I'm not mad at you." Dallas kissed my head and walked out of the bathroom.

I looked over at the test and grabbed it. I get down off the counter and take the test. I sit in the bathroom for about an half hour later until the test was ready. I look at it then get up and leave the bathroom with it. I hand it to Dallas who was waiting on the bed. He looked at it and saw it was negative. He put the test down and pulled me back onto his lap. "I want you to start taking your meds baby." Dallas pushed my hair out of my face.

"Why. I don't like them." I mumble and look away.

"Lucy. The pills help you have control of your emotions." Dallas put his hand on my cheek and made me look at him. "Please. Take them for me."

"Fine." I growl and look down.

"Thank you." Dallas kissed my head and rocked us back and forth.