Chapter twelve :
Restless Heart Syndrome
*riiing* *riiing*
"Hey, Gloria?"
"Yeah?"
"Look, I got a job at the pharmacy, and still, we're low on money."
"Right."
"Well, I've had to cut back on a few things, namely my medication for my mental illness. I suffer from anger issues and panic attacks, and I'm gonna be staying at a cheap hotel in the meantime so I don't hurt you."
"But Christian!"
"I've got a really bad disease!"
Gloria was down on her hands and knees. "I'm begging you! Stay with me!"
"I don't wanna hurt you."
"Take me to the pharmacy, if I can't live with you, I'll work with you."
"Fine."
*click*
Christian arrived back at the apartment. "My mother told me, "Know your enemy". I'm starting to think she means me. I'm my own worst enemy, my inner demons."
"Let's go, I'm gonna apply for a job."
"Fine."
On the way to the pharmacy, Gloria pointed out a man. "He's the one who attacked me!"
Christian glared at Gloria. "Stay here."
He charged at the man, tackling him to the ground. "HEY, MOTHERFUCKER- YOU TOOK MY GIRLFRIEND'S WALLET! Christian pulled out Jason's Revolver, dubbed the "Peacemaker". "Gimme the fucking wallet or I swear I will blow your fucking brains out!" The man surrendered the wallet. Christian pistol-whipped the man and grabbed Gloria by the arm they headed inside.
After about a month or so, Christian and Gloria had money again. Christian was back at the apartment and on his meds, and Gloria was healed. They decided it was time for a night of partying.