Fatal

"What do you mean, Nicole? He never lay his hand on her" I said to her, she took a deep breath in before explaining once again.

"Well, he was secretly giving her sleeping pills, not her own pills, street drug ones. She kept telling me that she was always exhausted and could barely get out of bed, but then....she told me about their arguments and how after every single one, Scar would get her a drink of water. Laced with high dosage pills."

What the fuck?!

"She found the pill bottle, gave them to me and we googled it. They're meant to knock people out, they're only used in hospitals, especially psych wards..." Nicole took a shaky breath in, I could see this was hard for her.

"She told me not to tell anyone Rocco, but with that high dosage, she could have overdosed."

Rafael went home around two hours ago, I've been trapped in my thoughts ever since. I was no longer sad or regretful for leaving Scar, seeing him made me realize, I done the right thing.

Let's get this straight, I didn't want to break up with Scar. Even after all the arguments, the pills and the tears. Now I know, it was the best thing I did. I'm not meant to be with him, he was my first love and sometimes, it fades. Slowly but surely.

I do still have a tiny bit of love for him but it's gradually forming into hate. There's a thin line between love and hate, and he's crossing it. When I was with him, I felt horrible. I still felt like the broken little girl from Illinois. And that's how he still sees me.

Rafael on the other hand, he sees me as a strong woman. He sees the capability I have, the love, the hurt. I always felt exhausted after spending my time with Scar, but with Raf, I feel energized. Ecstatic!

I don't want to be the one for Scar anymore. I want to be my own person.

~ two years ago ~

I sat in Scar's bedroom, we had just fought over how mean he was being to me. He pointed out all of my flaws,including my trauma. That's a huge trigger for me, I don't want people seeing my trauma, I want them to see me.

I started noticing a pattern in our arguments, he'd start a riot, go away for ten minutes then come back with water. He had always handed me the water, he never had a glass for himself....

What's going on?

I took the water and thanked him, he waited and watched me take a drink. When he left, I spat the drink back in the cup and pretended to sleep. Around twenty minutes later, he came in and got into bed.

I wanted for 30 minutes until I went and investigated. I checked all of the cupboards in his kitchen, I then checked in the living room. Nothing. I couldn't find a thing.

I then went to his office, finding what I needed to see.

Xanax. Fucking Xanax!

Author's note:

I know this is a short one and I'm sorry y'all, I just wanted to explain a few things as you can see.

Spoiler alert: BRIE IS NOT GETTING BACK TOGETHER WITH SCAR