11. Sleeping pills
1511 Words
Earl POV
Leaving my pack in charge of my Beta to get my Luna on a date wasn’t that difficult considering the d**k has a lot of work to do in terms of contacting the Paw Prints Shore pack.
I already called their Alpha who was more than pissed, he was sorry for his daughter's behavior but that didn’t stop her from bitching on the other line.
Morty had to take care of my pack to prepare it for Luna’s arrival, they need to know more about her, and I was more than happy to take Victoria to her new home.
When I arrived at her place I was surprised she lived on the fourth floor considering she survived three strokes, I’m not entirely sure of her health but from the i********: pictures, what happened to her was a real tragedy.
But now I had a whole different problem, as Alpha others of my kind can get affected, dogs are a much lower breed than Omegas, they are by far considered pets as well, like humans have them. How the hell do I explain he is submitting to me without talking to this dog?
Victoria POV
There stood EJ with his hands on his cream pocket shorts, a band t-shirt, in sneakers, damn he looked good for wearing normal clothes, I mean don’t get me wrong I had a purple shirt that belonged to my adopted grandmother with my jeans, and sandals but damn he looked fine, staring at Earl is when I hear Bruno whimper.
This took me off guard, why would my dog whimper? I went to look where Bruno was when I saw him laying down with his tail wrapping him, his ears were down, and I went to pet him, trying to get him to not feel afraid of whatever it was.
I went to Bruno to get up when Ej asked, “Can I come in to help you get up baby?” I looked over to see him concerned, “yea, I don’t mind, actually can you tell me why you are here? You never told me you were coming here?” I asked him as he entered the apartment.
He extended his hand which I took with a smile, but I made the mistake of taking it with my bad hand, as I did my shoulder dislocated, the pain was unbearable, but I’m used to it.
Putting my hand on top of his I felt electrical sparks run through me, why could my left hand that’s busted from all my medical complications not feel at least this pain?
Earl moved to look at my face and went ahead to touch my shoulder making me scream, he walked back then said with his hands up “I didn’t mean to place pressure on your shoulder, it’s just you looked like you were in pain,” I breathed heavily.
It was hard to relocate my shoulder because of how bad it was, I walked back not answering Earl to my bathroom, and when I got the shoulder back in place I had a huge shock that woke every fiber of my body.
Putting my good hand on the sink I try to control my breathing, it felt like my head wanted to explode from the harsh pain that coursed throw me, but I knew that Earl had to go.
He can’t know I’m damaged, he can’t know I’m a f**k up, I need him to leave but how? I just need an hour, a small nap to relax my body, thinking about this I remember I haven’t walked Bruno.
“Bingo,” I groan from saying one word, my head feels the same as when my husband slammed the trunk on my head.
I’m starting to feel dizzy and I can’t break now, composing myself as my mother toughs me, I walk outside again, and the A/C hits me hard making me feel chills in my body, and I feared talking.
After the three strokes, seizure, and that miscarriage I haven’t been able to do a lot of things, and I’m always tired. I keep thinking about my friend who is a massage therapist back home maybe he can help me get up on my feet.
Thinking about this I walk out to find Bruno playing with Earl in the living room, sitting on the long gray couch that has my husband's navy with red pandas on it I built the strength to talk to him.
Remembering this is how I talk to my husband, “Could you walk Buo” I try to say Bruno but all I can say are three words.
I feel like I’m about to collapse from the fatigue my body is under when Earl asks me, “Buo?” I quickly reply to him as I see my next-door neighbor pop his head to my apartment.
Walking to my neighbor I asked, “Hi, May I help you?” He looked at my apartment to then say, “The bold guy that lived here, where he at?” I let out a breath then replied.
“He left for Sweden to be with his wife, permanently thank god,” he nodded and then said something I wasn’t expecting.
“He said you do good work for free, seeing that cute ass, I’d bet you do, so how much?” Before I could reply to him Earl was by my side.
“Who the f**k do you think you are coming to her house and asking for a service like that? Get the f**k out of here, and to a brothel.” Earl took the door and then slammed it.
The slam made me flinch, I walked to my dog and then turned to see Earl examining me like my husband does, I need him out of the house, extending Bruno’s leash I asked stuttering.
“Can, can you walk? Can you walk Bruno, Bruno duck it finally came out, please. I’m feeling tired, and the comment was out of place, or something,” I was drifting off my words, and I realized I was fighting my body to not faint.
Earl didn’t question me, “Okay, I’ll be back in a while, you can rest as long as you can just tell me how I can get back in,” I breathed heavily then said.
“Knock on the door, and ring the bell, I’ll have the sound on my cell on okay? Thank you,” I ended with a quick reply, Earl nodded with a smile.
I closed my eyes because I felt bad, my body felt tired, but I needed to drink water at least, Bruno was safe, walking to the kitchen I grab the gallon of water to see the inside water was a bit blue.
Shaking the gallon I see foam building on the top of it, ‘how strange’, I thought to myself. Water shouldn’t do that.
Opening the gallon I don’t smell anything funny, I wonder why it looks like that but doesn’t smell.
After a while of slow thinking, I realized something, I place the gallon on the counter and then walked to the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet of my bathroom I check to see where my blue gel sleeping pills are but don’t find them anywhere.
Looking all over the bathroom I don’t find them, when I go to my stash of medication that I boy behind my husband's back to help my body a bit better I don’t find a single one, my cellphone is still on my art table.
Taking a bottle of water that is off my husband's stash, then taking my cell phone I went to laying on my side of his bed as I text my husband, I have a gut feeling something is wrong, waiting I’m surprised he replied.
Me| Do you know why my water gallon is fizzy and light blue?
F| You said to have the sleeping pills put to good use one night, so I thought I would help
F| took them all out them on your gallons to help ya stay loose
Me| You drugged me!
I felt like I wanted to kill him, I use them specifically to help me sleep not stay loose, or high, I stopped taking drugs years ago for f**k sake’s why would he do this against my will? I never told him to do this. I didn’t want this.
Me| I’m glad I’m leaving so you don’t ever have to abuse my choices, you are just like my parents manipulating s**t.
Me| like those who would bully me into taking that s**t.
Me| I thought you were different, & here we are
F| I was trying to help you
Me| f**k you.
I blocked his number and had the phone on volume to make sure my puppy would be home with me, nobody loves me as my dog does, now I fear Earl will be another Francisco. And I’m not ready to be trapped again.
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