The Heartache He Gives

Chapter 23

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"Sarah f-for the l-last time, no, I w-will not buy y-you duct t-tape." I repeat for the seventh time in the last 20 minutes

"H-How could you e-even torture a c-couple of 6 year olds w-with duct t-tape?" I question, not a single thought on how that's even possible coming into mind but knowing how creative, and graphic Sarah's brain is, I can't underestimate her

"I know my ways" of course she does.

I can already imagine her smirk while saying this and all the thoughts playing out in that wicked,wicked brain of hers

Poor kids.

"So are you going to tell me about your date or are you going to keep stalling" I roll my eyes at the fact she accuses me of stalling when she's the one who keeps going off track

I've spent 5 minutes looking for a parking space and somehow there are all taken the only ones left are the ones that are too far from the entrance of Walmart and that's too much of a walk given I've been walking all day and my feet aches

"I wasn't stalling but ok, I'll c-call you in l-like 30 minutes I'm a-at the store r-right now" I say before sighing in relief once I find a good enough parking space

"So?" She says, completely missing my point

"T-Too many p-people around" I reply, though they might not care about some random teenage girl's date I personally do not feel comfortable talking about it in crowded public especially with my struggles to say a simple word,people find it rather annoying , they look at me as if I'm crazy and once again knowing how Sarah is she's going to want to know detail for detail meaning more talking

"Fine but you better call me back or-"

"Ok! I w-will" I quickly say, not wanting to know the effect of my cause

"All right, be careful" she hangs up and I start making my way towards the entry way

Zipping my jacket up to the brim of my neck I look both ways before I cross, As I enter the store I look around the entrance for a basket knowing I was only here for a few things

Unfortunately, Walmart don't supply shopping baskets so I contemplate on just using a cart or to just carrying the things in my hands

But as a family starts coming in from behind me I quickly enter the store, not giving myself enough time to think about this particular situation thoroughly but also not wanting to look dumb just standing there in my own thoughts

The choice is made then, hands it is

As I enter the store a chilling breeze grazes my face given that it's the fall season it would be cold in here,no doubt, but I would think they'd have the heater on at a time like this, I'm not here to complain about their temperature so just get what you need and go Lilian

Now where would they supply their ice bags, maybe the first aid aisle or probably the medication aisle, I decide to just go with the nearest aisle, simply because it is cramped with carts and people here but that aisle would be the first aid aisle

How many times did I say aisle?don't know..I'm just nervous and when I'm nervous I tend to talk my own head off or repeat a word too many times like just a few second ago see and I'm talking my head off right now..amazing right?

Too many people

Too many people

Entering the empty aisle, I scan through the rows for the ice bag, which I soon come to find, luckily, or I would have had to look for it like a chicken with its head chopped off