Two minds - Romantic Thriller

Chapter 9

Lizzy

After hearing nothing from Kattie for a significant amount of days, I came to the conclusion that she either didn't care, or didn't know what to say. Either way, there was no chance I could bring myself to forgive her for the pain that was now my existence. Every day I tried to not think of her, to not think of what I had witnessed but the pain just continued day in and day out. My trips to see Sam to get my weed fix had become more consistent, despite my initial resistance to ever seeing him again. Weed didn't seem to completely fill the void, however, so I added alcohol as well. That helped to just tip me over the edge enough to feel like a normal human being and attend work. I could feel the pain creeping back in whenever I started to seep out of my weed and alcohol coma, so I started to think that maybe I needed something more. Aaron and the work gang tried to get me out of my house and to enjoy life once again, this time without Katie, but it just wasn't working. I let them persuade me to go out in the hopes that it would take the tip off the Iceberg of pain, but each time I left disappointed in my inability to have fun.

My first instinct when I was out of the house that day was to get my tattoo covered, or changed somehow to un-attach the sentiment of the girl who broke my heart into a million pieces. On that day, when I left the house, I hadn't showered in days and my hair was a big, oily mess. I was wearing the same clothes from two days ago, the day I had gotten back, managed to shower and change into something comfortable. I made it to the tattoo parlor, where I saw Thomas standing at reception. "Hey, Lizzy," He smiled his stupid crooked smile. He recognized me - Interesting, since he probably fucked my girlfriend. The realization made me feel extremely sick. I reached for the nearest chair and sat down to gather myself. Thomas searched my face, "Are you okay, dude?" He put his hand on my shoulder in an effort to comfort me, although his efforts were in vain, because I was way past being comforted at this point in time. "Just a head spin," I said, shaking my head as I tried to stand up. "Hey, I would advise against that, mate. Sit down. Don't try to get up." He tried to find my eyes. "What are you doing here anyway? You know I can't tattoo you in this condition, right? You on the plant? Are you drunk? What is it?" He stared at me accusingly.

I looked at him, blurry-eyed. "If you must know," I slurred my words. Okay, so I was a bit drunker than I had first thought. For work, I just consumed enough to seem human. Now, I was on another level. "Katie cheated on me. I went to surprise her in Brazil and she was fucking someone else. You fucked her too, didn't you?" My words came out louder and more accusing than I had meant them to. "Keep it down!" he hissed at me. "No, I didn't sleep with her. I'm sorry this happened to you, but it has nothing to do with me."

I looked at my arm, pushing the tattoo toward him. "I need this covered up. I can't look at it anymore. It's making me feel insane. It screams her name every time I see it." He looked at me, and then at my arm. He sighed. He looked over at his boss, "Hey, I'm going to need to take my lunch break now." He said, taking my arm and putting it around his shoulders. "I'm going to take you home, Lizzy." As we walked, I fell into a daze. My head melted into his shoulder as he pulled me along to my house. When I came to, I was on my bed and Thomas was sitting next to me, staring at the wall. I quickly sat up, alarmed. "How did we get here?How do you know where I live?" Suddenly the memories of what had happened came to me and embarrassment washed over me. I put my hands on my face. His voice filled the silence. "Katie brought me here. And no, it's not what you think... We were hanging out, as friends and she needed to pick something up." He sighed, "Look, I know you are having a bad time, so I have something that can help. Why don't you come around to my place at about seven tonight? I'll show you what I have." I moved my hands from my face to look at him. "This better not be some weird sex thing." He laughed and shook his head, "I'm no stranger to drugs. I have something that will make you seem human to others, but on the inside you will feel like a different person. Trust me, you need help." I agreed, passing over my phone for him to write an address. Perhaps this was my chance to rid Sam altogether.