𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚑 (on hold)

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rodrick wayne

i rushed out of my house and to my car. i wasted no time throwing my bag in the backseat and starting the engine. i had never seen india that upset before. you could tell she didn't want me to see her like that, but it looked like she didn't know what else to do. she looked so helpless, it hurt me to see. i backed out of my driveway and sped off in the direction of her house. my palms started to sweat as i gripped the steering wheel. my anxiety was through the roof, i just wanted to know that she was okay. i didn't like knowing that she was upset.

i made it to her house in the half the time. i parked next to her car and got out. i grabbed my bag from the backseat and walked to the front door. i knocked on the door. "it's open." i heard her yell from inside. i opened the door and walked inside. i immediately started to step with caution when i noticed broken glass on the ground.

"india? what happened in here?" i looked up to see her sitting at the dining room table. her hair was all over the place and she sat with her head down in her hand. her other hand sat in a bowl of ice. there was frustration painted all over her face. it broke my heart. i put my bag down on the couch and walked to the table. i sat down next to her. i grabbed her free hand and held it in mines. "what happened?"

she took a few deep breaths. "i caught my sister in bed with my ex," she said slowly as tears ran down her cheek, "in my own damn house. in my guest bedroom." she tried to clench her fist inside the bowl and flinched. i reached for her hand and examined it. i looked up at her and raised my eyebrow. "i didn't hit them. i just threw shit at their head, hence the broken glass."

"that doesn't explain why your hand is swollen."

she sighed. "i punched the wall. my guest room is pretty fucking trashed right now." she put her head down. i didn't say anything else, i just scooted my chair closer and pulled her in for a hug. she silently embraced me while i rubbed circles on her back. i didn't realize she was crying again until i felt my shirt getting wet. i didn't mind it though, i just wanted her to be okay. "can you stay with me tonight?" she said when she pulled away.

"of course. don't you have to work tomorrow?" i asked her.

she shook her head. "i'm not going in. i'm gonna call winnie and tell her," she stood up, "i should probably start to clean up this mess i made."

"don't you think you should get your hand checked out? in case it's sprained? we can handle this later."

she stopped and looked at me. "i guess that would be a good idea. let me go get my shoes and change real quick." she turned and walked upstairs. i waited until she walked into her room and closed the door before i walked upstairs and into the guest room. she wasn't joking when she said it was trashed. the dresser was knocked sideways, but luckily the tv had landed on the bed. there were broken pictures everywhere, and a broken lamp by the door. i turned and looked at the wall. she refused to factor in that she punched through the wall. that was a clean shot too, no wonder her hand was swollen. i sighed and walked back downstairs. i sat down on the couch until she came down. india ran back downstairs about two minutes later. she had on this grey sweatsuit that was similar to mine, she looked adorable. she sat down next to me and slipped on her crocs. "you ready?" she asked me and grabbed her keys.

i stood up. "are you good to drive?" i asked. she looked down at her hand. it was her right hand, she clearly wasn't okay to drive. she shook her head and tossed me her keys. we both walked out of the door and i locked up her house. she walked to her car and got in the passenger seat. i walked to the driver's side and got in. i adjusted her seat back and started the car, driving off in the direction of urgent care.

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this." she said after a spell of silence. she sounded more disappointed in herself than anything. i couldn't imagine what was going through her head right now, the world of hurt that she could be feeling.