The next couple days were tense. Colby and I were hardly talking which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
If we were talking we weren't fighting.
I couldn't help but feel insecure that Colby was still talking to Sam. He told me he wouldn't but he also said that when we ran away from it all.
I was almost fully healed at this point, ditching the crutches completely.
I was almost two weeks seizure free but it was nowhere near where I needed to be. I was still in pain and I was craving pain medication because its been a long month of nothing but pain.
Since I couldn't leave and I was ignoring Colby for the most part, I was getting severe cabin fever which reminded me of my time behind help captive.
I knew I was being ridiculous about Colby and I fighting, but I wasn't going to be made out to be a fool.
That wasn't going to happen.
"I'm gonna pick up the kids. Wanna come with?" Colby asked as I shook my head. "No." I said, focusing on the counter I was cleaning. "Alright...I guess I'll be back then." Colby mumbled and grabbed his key.
"Okay." I said, not looking up at him. "Jules." He said with a sigh. "Yes?" I asked and finally looked up at him. "I love you." He said as I nodded. "I love you, too." I said then turned away from him.
I genuinely did mean that, and I would say it to him even when I was angry but it didn't make any of this okay.
Everything felt so different now, and like we were different people. I expected him to get more angry with me for fighting with him but the angry spark was gone.
It left when everything became normal.
Colby turned and left the room, leaving me alone in the house.
What he didn't know while he was away, was that I was constantly looking for the pain meds that were given to Juniper.
I just wanted to feel high one single time. I wanted the pain to go away for just a day.
That's all I wanted.
As soon as I knew he was gone I went to go look around. There were only a few places I haven't looked yet so I was bound to find it soon.
I went into the office, going over to Colby's desk. I didn't think he would hide the pills in such an obvious place but I had to look.
I needed the high.
"Where are you." I mumbled, going through the drawers. When I didn't find it, I groaned and left the room.
I was so frustrated that I couldn't think of many more places to look. It wasn't until I saw the little door in the ceiling that led to the attic.
"That son of a bitch." I said then reached up and jumped to grab the rope to pull the door, revealing a ladder.
I climbed up the ladder then looked around the dusty attic.
There were a few boxes and a few abandonded pieces of furniture but what I noticed first was a safe along the back wall.
"Gotcha." I said then crouched in front of it, groaning at the pain in my hip.
It wasn't too intense but it was still annoying that my body was hurting so bad.
"Hmmm..." I hummed then put my birthday into the keypad, hoping he was dumb enough for that to be the code.
When I pulled the handle, I couldn't help but laugh as the door opened.
"Whipped mother fucker." I said then went to grab the bag of pills, only to be distracted by everything else in the safe.
