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1 stop off at the local chemist after college and look around the shelves for something to ease the pain in my stomach i desperately need something to numb the agony. I’m still dressed in Jake’s clothes, my own still damp inside my bag.
“Can I help you? A voice asks, directing the question at me. I snap out of my little daze and turn to face a worker in her early forties, smiling at me.
“Yes please. My brother is a boxer and he’s in pain with his stomach. I wondered if you had anything to help him?” I lie, knowing I’m babbling way too much. I can’t help it, I’m a crappy liar.
“Has he been treated professionally?” She asks me, frowning a little. My eyes widen at her question and I feel my heart pick up pace.
“Y–yes but he’s also been recommended to take painkillers, strong ones,” I mumble quietly, staring at the floor.
“Follow me,” she responds politely, disappearing down an aisle. I breathe a sigh of relief, following her in the same direction she disappeared.
“Tell him to take these three times a day after food. They are strong painkillers so no more than three,” she informed me strictly. I nodded and thanked her, paid for the tablets and left the chemist. Once I was outside and around the corner, I immediately swallowed two without water.
“Please help me,” I whisper, shuffling myself in the direction of home.
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I’m halfway up the stairs when Trevor stops me, slurring his words once again.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” He yells up the stairs. I turn slowly, feeling exhausted from the day. Much to my dismay, my heart begins to pick up speed in fear.
Trevor is stood at the bottom of the stairs in his pyjamas even though it’s the afternoon. Slob. I can feel him glaring straight at me, eyes burning holes through mine. He was clearly growing impatient, his foot tapping against the floor.
“It was raining this morning so I changed into some dry clothes,” I explain myself quietly, signalling at Jake’s clothes. I turn back around, wanting to escape to my room as soon as I could.
“You filthy slut. You disgust me.”
Filthy slut?
“What did you just call me?” I ask, turning back around and narrowing my eyes at him.
“You’re a filthy slut. Do you let every boy have a go on you in school?” He snaps back, his eyes flashing with hatred for me. I don’t miss the smirk that grew on his lips as he tore me down with his words.
I immediately feel my chest tighten with anger.
My fists clench by my sides and I narrow my eyes into thin slits, staring directly at him.
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Chapter 7
See the hatred in my eyes for you
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I can feel my chest rising up and down as anger and adrenaline swirled together, becoming dangerous. Without thinking about my actions, I spit down, aiming directly for his face. I was taught growing up that it was the most disrespectful dirty thing to do.
That’s exactly why Trevor deserved it.
My spit lands directly above his lips and slides down onto his upper lip.
“Bullseye!‘ I grin, feeling proud of my work. Trevor’s whole body tenses up and he flares his nostrils at me, getting ready to charge like a raging bull.
I immediately turn and bolt up the remaining stairs, heading for my bedroom door. I quickly lock it, pushing the chest of drawers in front of the door.
My heart continues to pound and it isn’t long before Trevor hammers on it with his fists, hard. The door threatens to come off it’s hinges and I stare wide eyed at them. It’s the only thing separating me from the beast. Please go away.
He’s raging behind the door, screaming at me so much, I can’t make out the words. I imagine him frothing at the mouth, fists slamming into the wood. He suddenly stops, silence filling the house. I can hear my heart beating inside of my ears and I frown, leaning
closer to the door.
“What has she done this time honey?” Mum asks him, her voice small and timid. The fact that she doesn’t stop him sickens me to the core. Imagine the person who is supposed to protect you the fiercest in this world, standing back and allowing such pain to come to you.
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