His Broken Obsession

Kian?

ALORA

I pick myself off the floor minutes later. I still feel disoriented so I decide to take the regular anxiety pills I have. I walk back to my bedroom on shaky legs. I eye the locked compartment and my hands itch to take that instead.

I keep my body pressed against the wall to fight the urge before I enter my walk-in closet instead to pick the drugs. I haven’t had the need to take the ever since I tossed them there when I was arranging my things a few days back.

I can still remember the first day Mom had gotten me the drugs after I had been cross examined by way too many people than I cared to remember who instructed me that I would only take the drugs until I got better enough to take the regular ones.

When I was little, I hated the pills I was given because I felt they were too big and would never be able to go down my throat but here I was barely ten years later, hanging onto a thread as if I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t take one.

I want to try and resist but my urge consumes me and takes over my reasoning and before I can stop myself, I pull out the bag I placed the bottles but the bottle in my hands don’t make any noise.

I shake it again even though I already know the answer. Dread wraps its ugly arms around me when I am greeted with silence again and not the familiar shackles the pills makes when moved around.

“No, no, no, no” I whisper and keep shaking the empty bottle as if the action will magically make pills appear.

“Not today” I cry out in despair when I am convinced that I had indeed run out of pills. “How could I have been so ignorant.” My skin keeps tingling and it isn't the pretty kind.

“f**k” I cussed when I remember that Ronan had asked me to come with them to get refills but I ended up not going because I was tired after cleaning up.

I quickly change my outfit and grab the prescription that is also in the same bag before tossing them inside another bag and running out of the house like it was a matter of life and death.

I got into my car and drove down to the pharmacy that Tristain had talked about and he had been right. It wasn’t too far from where I lived and they were still open. I didn’t realize that it had gotten so late.

“Good evening, I need to get a refill on my medication” I tell the lady behind the counter when I enter the store.

“What drugs?” she asks and I placed the bottles on the counter in front of me.

“Do you have a prescription? You know we can’t issue this without any?” She asks with raised brows and suspicions on her face as she studies me.

“Sure, I have it.” I dip my hands into my purse and provide the neatly folded prescription and hand it over to her “here”

She collects the prescription from me and examines it for a little while before handing it back to me.

“Give me a minute” she says before disappearing towards the back and arriving later with the familiar bottles.

I almost cry in relief. Some stores would refuse to give me unless I call a guardian and if mom finds out that I was getting refills in the middle of the night, she will drive down and make me go home for at least a month and get medical checkups.

I try to control my urge to stop myself from ripping the bottle from her hands and swallowing two pills in front of her when places them on the counter before moving to the computer to input my purchase.

“How are you paying? It’s not covered by insurance?” She asks after putting the bottle in front of me.

“Cash please” I told the lady because there was no way I am going to pay for it with the same credit card my parents track like they are in search of a criminal on the run.

The lady tells me the total cost and I hand the cash over to her before taking the bottles and leaving the building a hundred percent calmer than I when I entered.

I am about to enter my car when I hear grunts from the corner beside the store. The entrance to the corner is dark and I want to ignore it but the grunts coming from the person sounds so painful and I can’t bring myself to just walk away if there is something I can do to help>

I open my car door and drop the pills along with my purse on the seat before locking it. I begin to steer in the direction of the noise, making sure to keep my steps quiet since I don’t want to attract the wrong attention without knowing what is happening.

I drag my jacket closer to my body as I slowly peep around the corner from the spot I am hiding. A man lay on the floor and he is bloody and in obvious pain. A total of five boys hovered over the man, taking turns to deliver blows on his already battered body.

I gulp and shiver as I watch them beat the man mercilessly. My heart reached out to the poor fellow and I consider running to get help but what if they are gone by the time I arrive?

I look back at the people on the street, chatting away mindlessly and I wonder if they can what’s going on and just choose to ignore it.

“Bastard. You thought you could get away with stealing from us?” one of the boys growls before kicking the injured man on his back and the crack that followed the hit makes me wince as if it had landed on me instead.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to steal. It was the work of the devil” the man pleads, still in his fetus position, the only way he thinks he can block their hits.

“Keep the poor dude out of this conversation, he didn’t tell you to take 4 million dollars, a truck of cocaine and try to escape” the second dude shouts before dropping his foot on the guy’s head making him scream in pain.

These people look like drug dealers or gangsters so I know not to get involved at all. How careless or desperate could the man have been to attempt stealing from those kinds of people? Was he that dumb?

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” He begs and the desperation and fear in his voice almost makes me tear up.

“You are talking a lot of bullshit and I hate people who waste my time” Someone appears from the shadows but I can’t see his face as he is still hidden in the shadows.

He must be the boss judging from how stricken the man’s face turns. There is something familiar about the person and I can’t place my finger on it.

“Boss I’m sorry” the man jumps to his knees and clasps his hands together in a plea “please, give me one last chance” he begs.

“You know I don’t do second chances, Kevin and yet you chose to double-cross my family. You’ve worked for us for such a long time and I assumed you were wise enough not to pull this type of s**t” he tsked. I shivered at the wicked glee in his voice as he speaks.

“Please let me go. I won't do it again” the man weakly begs again.

“You must be stupid if you think you'll go free after this” Another familiar voice comes from the shadow but the person also doesn’t come forward.

“You made your choice and I’ve made mine” The voice speaks coldly and even I can feel the hardness of the cold words and the terrifying meaning behind them.

He finally steps out of the shadows and my entire body freezes at the person whose face is illuminated by the light above him.

The one person I would have never guessed would be found in this sort of situation.

“Kian?”