IMPORTANT! I replaced the previous author's note with a new chapter, so make sure you read it before this one, thanks!
The door opened. "Hello? Tina?" Tommy casually walked through the door, stopped, realised he had a bad headache and looked for his pills, putting them before Tina.
He walked through the bedroom and looked behind the cabinet, but before he could notice they weren't there, a bright light illuminated the dark room. Tommy jumped out of his skin.
"Lookin' for these?" Tina shook around the bottle of medicine. She was hiding between her bedside cabinet and the closet in a corner. She was tear-stricken.
"TINA!" He shouted. "Flamin' 'ell... you scared the shite outta me!" He walked over to Tina and went to grab them. Tina held them away from him.
"Get... away!" She managed to crawl under his legs. "What the HELL do you think you're playing at!" Tina shook them once more.
"Give them to me. They're my headache pills." Tommy was starting to sweat. "I'm tired. It's ten at night. Just give them the fuck here and we'll forget about this whole thing."
"NO! You've been taken four more than you should a day! Do you have any idea how strong these are?!" Tina shouted. It was turning into more than an argument now: a heated showdown.
"Tina, you're gonna see a side of me that you've never seen before... if you keep on shouting I think I'm going to explode! I need these pills! Don't you see?!"
"NO." Tina repeated. "I'm doing the talk- shouting. If I need to. You listen to me. I didn't even know you'd been to the hospital, let alone had a medication-"
"You're overreacting." Tommy helplessly tried to snatch the pills. Without looking at the door behind her, Tina found the handle and moved in to the kitchen by maneuvering backwards, eyes twitching, not blinking.
"OVERREACTING? I've just found out you've been taken an overdose on these bastards. How do you expect me to react?" They both started to circle round the kitchen table now, shaking.
She has know right. Tommy was thinking, not listening to a word Tina was saying. What a bitch. No right. I should just take them right off of her.
Without thinking, Tommy cornered Tina and grabbed her arm.
"Tommy, ow, get off! You're hurting me!" Tina whimpered. Regardless, Tommy took the bottle. He took out two and swallowed them dry. Tina collapsed, hands on her face, shaking. She looked at Tommy, disgusted. "Look at you. Addicted, that's what you are. I can see it in your eyes." She was quieter. "You haven't even thought about where Joey is right now have you?" Tommy just looked at her. "He's at Rita's. Not like you care."
"Don't guilt trip me, T. Believe me, you got what was coming." Tommy bowed his head, hands rested on the chair in front of him. "No. You're right. Look, I'm sorry-" Tommy began to walk towards Tina, to comfort her, to reassure her. What she did next frightened Tommy.
She gasped, scared, frightened of Tommy's outstretched hand. "Get away from me." She hissed.
"W.. what?"
"I said, get away from me. I don't want you in my sight." She insisted. Tommy straightened up, nodding. Tears stung his eyes. He walked out.
Tina's crying paced up a notch. She tipped sideways, sprawled out on the kitchen floor, crying louder than ever.
Tommy walked through the door again. Moonlight shined through the slit in the curtains, barely making out Tina cradling her and Tommy's son. Joey, that was his name, alright. Tommy loved him, oh so damn much. He was just as important as Tina. Nearly a month old, you know. Cute as a fluffy rabbit. Tommy's best moment was when he cradled him for the first time. Boy, how he loved Joey.
"Tina." He stated. "Hit me. Call me a twat. Do whatever you want. Don't call of the wedding. Don't split up with me. Don't do anything rash." Tina just sat there, in her dressing gown. "Please. I beg you."
"Listen to you. Desperate, that's what you goddamn are. Who are you?"
"Don't say that Tina, don't-"
Tina stood up now, demanding. "I'm not saying. I'm asking. Who are you? I don't even know who you are anymore."She switched on the lamp. "See these marks here? You. You did this to me." Tina was unphased, still bobbing up and down with Joey.
"I'm sorry. You're right. I'm addicted. I'll get help. I'll-"
"YOU won't do anything. I am going to send you to rehab. We're going to get married after tomorrow. Well, tomorrow. I just remembered, it's 3 o'clock in the frickin' morning. I've been up all this time, wondering whether to call the police, an ambulance, in case you fell off a flaming bridge." She was calm and collected. "I even considered calling the fire brigade in case you set a house on fire!"
"Shut up. Now you're just being silly."
Tina scoffed. "I'm going to bed."
She locked the windows and the door.
"What are you doing?" Tommy questioned.
"Locking everything, what does it damn look like? I don't want you off in the night." Finally, she went in the bedroom and locked it behind her. "Have a shower," She shouted before him. "You stink of booze."
Tommy did just that. He walked through the door, and undressed. Again, he looked in the mirror, holding one hand to his forehead. He jumped in the shower and set it on cold, making all hairs on his body stick up. Rehab, my arse. I'm not going there. He lathered some shower gel. The day I go to rehab is the day pigs can fly. Ha.
Thanks for reading. This chapter took ages to type, because I know this topic of drugs/overdoes is sensitive to a lot of people. I hope I've tackled it the right way, and keep up the nice reviews!