My love~ (a Jamilton story)

(Chapter 22) A bottle of pills

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Alex POV:

(Flashback)

In a matter of minutes I was standing outside the police station.

Coincidentally, it had begun to rain heavily while I was passing the coffee shop, and I was suddenly reminded of that terrible night when Thomas found me balling my eyes out during the storm. All the same, a fierce determination seemed to be steadily thawing the cold away, and I sprinted blindly into the reception- hoping I would find some news of John's whereabouts.

God, I hope he's ok.

Standing in what I presumed to be the waiting-room, I couldn't help but glance around at the myriad of hopeless cases tacked lazily to the surrounding walls. A flicker of self-doubt chanced across my conscience; but I quickly swept it aside and stepped hesitantly towards the receptionist.

"H-hello, do you happen to have c-checked in anyone under t-the name of  Thomas J-Jefferson some time t-today?" I stuttered nervously, wishing nothing more to be asleep in my comfortable dorm bed, forgetting any of this happened.
"Yes," she responded blandly "Just over an hour ago actually, he was a rather attractive young  fella."

I felt my cheeks burn red. "Well actually, that attractive young fella, belongs to me. So back the hell off," I responded Icily, before storming out of the reception. As I turned, I couldn't help but chuckle as I spied the look of horror plastered on her face.

Now, your probably wondering why the hell I was even at the police station in the first place, and maybe I should of  mentioned that first. Hell, I definitely should have. Anyway, I woke up a little after Thomas Left the dorm, and read the note on the counter stating  he'd gone to visit a friend.

Now here's a thing about me. I can always tell when someone is being untruthful. Maybe it comes from my addiction to politics- I don't know- but I've always found it extremely easy to read other people's expressions and shit.

With all my experiences of having to deal with Thomas's ass, (as boyfriends and as enemies) I know for a fact that he's always very specific with his words- which In turn shows heavily when he is presenting a debate. What I'm trying to say is, if Thomas was telling me the truth, he would of said who he was visiting, where they were meeting and whatever other useless info he could sneak into the mix.

Hence why I'm standing in a police station and bitching at innocent receptionists.

Don't you just love life?

Anyway, I hurried blindly down the maze of corridors and stopped at each door in turn, pressing my ear against the the hard wood in order to catch the voices of those inside. I wasn't really having any luck. But, Presumably ten minutes later a very loud southern accent drifted through the keyhole of the door I was listening at, and I instantly recognised who must be inside.

"Thomas!" I muttered, yanking eagerly on the door handle in my excitement to reunite with my lover. It wouldn't budge. Sighing, I sank to my knees and settled at listening through the keyhole again; desperate to find out what was so important that he had to lie to me about it.

"So Mister Jefferson, how exactly do you feel?" Asked a gruff voice, and I could almost hear the tiredness in Thomas's voice when he responded.

"What do you think? And didn't you ask that exact same question about an hour ago? Look man, just let me go. I wanna make sure my boyfriend's alright."

My heart fluttered when I heard this. I truly did love Thomas more than words could
Say-and it was extremely reassuring to hear he felt the same way. But before I could finish that thought the other man was already responding with yet another pointless question.