Chapter 4
(Third person POV)
Months passed. Ty had grown, more aggressive. He abused Jocelyn, not even knowing it. The two would argue. Then the male would throw punches. He gave her five black eyes and three bloody noses. Yet she didn't walk out on him. Jocelyn would never do that. She knew something was up, there was something Ty wasn't telling her.
So she began to snoop around a bit, over turning a few things, but only to find nothing.
One night, Jocelyn was alone, her boyfriend 'going to get food'.
As soon he left the room, she shot up and began to poke around. Jocelyn searched through his medicine cabinet, finding just the normal. Bandages, cleaner, cold medicine, OxyContin.
Wait, since when did Ty use Oxy?
Jocelyn frowned and grabbed the bottle. It had no prescription on it. Jocelyn slipped the bottle into her pocket. She closed the cabinet. Walking back towards the bed, she saw Ty standing in the door way.
"Why were you in the bathroom? You've been in there five times tonight," Ty asked.
"Just, looking for some stomach medicine. Bad nausea," Jocelyn replied.
"Oh, I can get you some," Ty offered.
"No, no, I found it, where's the food?" Jocelyn asked.
"I ate it," Ty replied. Jocelyn raised an eyebrow.
"What did you eat?" She asked.
"Does it matter?" Ty asked.
"Yes it does," Jocelyn replied.
"Fine, I ate some chips," Ty replied.
"Can I ask you something?" Jocelyn asked as Ty slowly walked towards the bathroom.
"Hmm?" Ty asked. He opened the medicine cabinet, and Jocelyn heard a small gasp escape his lips.
"Looking for something?" Jocelyn asked. She took out the bottle. Ty turned towards her, shocked.
"Why do you have not unprescribed Oxy Ty?" Jocelyn asked. Ty swallowed.
"C-can't you just get it at stores? I've been having really bad back pain," Ty replied. Jocelyn shook her head. It was like a nightmare.
"Ty, are you addicted to Oxy?" Jocelyn asked.
"No! I'm not! I-I'm fine, it's, it's, I'm okay!" Ty stuttered. But he was caught red handed.
"Ty, stop lying, just tell me the truth," Jocelyn begged. Ty looked to the ground.
"Fine, fucking fine. I am, but you know what? I don't care, I don't care about what you think. And you can't force me to go to a rehab center. I won't do it. I won't let them know, I'll keep hiding it, I'll keeping lying, I'll do whatever it takes," Ty growled.
"Ty, show me where you hid the other bottles," Jocelyn said.
"No." Ty growled.
"Ty, I will call the cops. Now tell me where you hid the other bottles," Jocelyn threatened. Her boyfriend sighed and walked out of the room, beckoning for Jocelyn to follow.
Later, Jocelyn found his whole stash. They were, everywhere. In night stands, in cabinets, in drawers. Hell they were even in the fridge.
"Is that it?" Jocelyn asked, a bag of Oxy in her right hand. She held her cell phone out, showing that she would call the cops.
Ty nodded and went back to the room. Jocelyn looked down at the bag, it weighing a little more over a pound.
"He's lying," she whispered.
The two didn't speak to each other after that. Jocelyn was in another room, in no mood to see her enraged boyfriend. She tossed n' turned, still shocked about the fact that her boyfriend was addicted to Oxy.
She finally got up in the middle of the night and went down to his room. Jocelyn saw her boyfriend passed out across the floor, didn't making it to the bed.
She went over and dragged him onto the bed and tucked him in. She kissed his forehead.
"I'm sorry I threatened you Ty, I didn't mean it, I just couldn't bear to see you like that, I love you TyBoy," Jocelyn whispered. She stroked his locks of hair before turning and walking out the door.
But as she went, she heard a soft voice.
"S-stay..."
Jocelyn turned back to see two brown eyes staring at her in the dark, beady with love, misery, and sleep.
Jocelyn smiled and walked back towards him, crawling next to him she curled up beside him. Ty wrapped his arm around her.
"Apology accepted," Jocelyn whispered.