The Worst Drug

•There's No Point•

{•Half Edited•}
~Idris's POV~

Driving on the freeway all I can think about is the fact that I actually left that house without Vina. My fingers grip the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. I have no idea where I'm going, I've already missed the exit to go home. At least taking the kids would have been a good idea, give me something to distract myself and cool myself down. Somehow with the kids around I'm able to control my anger and put myself in check even if I feel it boiling over, I thank god for that.
The aching in my biceps has gotten worse since leaving the house, my muscles burning. Bloody scrapes cover my body, red skin covering my arms where it should be tan. Dirt is all over my clothes from rolling around fighting Zav off of me, the smell of grass heavy in the car instead of the air freshener hanging above the dash. My hair is a complete mess, parts sticking up and hanging down where it shouldn't.
Zav coming at me the way he did took me by surprise. The most I would have expected was a yelling match, not the immediate throwing of hands. Everything he said I know is right, every bit of pain he gave me I deserve. He gave me his hand to marry Vina and I've dishonored him. If it were me in his shoes I would have killed me.
Hearing him tell me Vina and I are having a little girl shook me more than else has in my life. Her going alone never crossed my mind since we discussed finding out together but after hearing her reasoning it makes sense. It pains me knowing she felt she couldn't talk to me even if I wasn't communicative back. I was more detached than I realized and I'll have to make up for it.
Nothing however will be enough to make up for always hurting her physically. That blind moment in her old room could have had a completely different outcome. Had my palm made contact with her cheek she would never stand by my side again; I wouldn't let her.
Anger management the first time around didn't work but I'll find another therapist. First things first, I'm getting myself off this fucking medication and figuring something else out to help my ADHD. It's caused more problems than it has fixed them and I'm not allowing pills to come between my marriage.
My phone ringing in the cup holder next to me grabs my attention for a second. Alaric's picture and screen name pops up. Letting out a shaky breath, I put my attention back on the road and merge into the right lane to get off on the next exit. Looking at the green street sign on the side of the road my eyes widen in shock.
Old Town McKamey 14 Miles
I had been so focused on my anger and thoughts I lost track of time. Being only about ten minutes away from my old hometown it's a good thing I caught myself before driving in. Every time that town crosses my mind I wonder if Ozais's old house is still being used for the same purposes; more than I'd like its been crossing my mind lately.
My phone rings again, this time I reach over and press the volume button for it to silence. Seconds after I do so the screen turns black again, Alaric giving up on the other line. It lights up again, Alaric's name popping up with a next message notification. Sighing, I reach over without taking my eyes off the road and pick it up. Glancing at the screen, the text is quick and very easy to read.
I HOPE YOU'RE A GOOD DRIVER!
My brows pinch together in confusion. A loud popping noise goes off outside behind me, the car swerving to the right against my control. Oh son of a bitch, Alaric!
       I frantically twist the wheel to the left, whipping onto the side of the rode. Cars around me honk as I miss them by only inches. Unbuckling myself, I waste no time throwing myself out of the car. Alaric pulls up behind me and jumps out, the wind blowing his jacket behind him. Someone drives up and rolls their window down, a middle aged women with short hair topped off with outgrown brown roots.
    "I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" The woman yells, a younger boy holding a cellphone behind him in the backseat. Knowing he's recording us, I put my hand up and flip off his camera; might as well give 'em some entertainment to watch back. Rolling his eyes, Alaric spins around on his heels with his arm extended out in front of him. Rocks and dirt scuff under his black leather boots.
    "KEEP FUCKING DRIVING BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR ASS TOO!" Alaric says, stabbing the gun their direction. The woman's mouth falls open in horror, a horrified shriek leaving her as she pulls the car into reverse and then speeds off, not paying attention as she merged into the busy freeway. My eyes widen at him when he turns his attention back to me. "What? I can be gangster when I need to be."
   "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" I yell at him, the wind from the passing cars blowing my hair in front of my face. He puts the gun back towards me, his finger shaking on the trigger. Only a handful of times have I seen him serious, each time I hate it more. From the beginning like Zav he seen promise in me that Atticus and many others didn't, and now his face is emotionless like I'm a stranger.
    "GET IN THE CAR!" He yells at me, starting to jog backwards. My brows pull together, my feet rooted in place. He puts his foot inside the car, his hand gripping the top of the door. "GET IN THE FUCKING CAR BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR LEG AND CARRY YOUR ASS OVER HERE! WE NEED TO GET TO THE GODDAMN HOSPITAL!"
Hospital? His body disappears inside the car. Cursing under my breath, I run back to the car and lean in to grab the jets before pushing the door shut, locking it with the button on the key. Alaric pushes the door open from the inside for me, my foot only leaving the gravel a split second before he starts driving. Reaching up, I hold onto the clothing hook.
    My heart beats fast in my chest taking deep breaths to correct my panting. Catching a glimpse of myself in the reflection in the window my cheeks are beat red from the cold and running, my hair messier than before. It's been a rough ass day.
     "Why the hell-"
    "Vina's in the hospital; I have no details!" he says, yelling over my voice to make me stop. His wide eyes stare at the road, looking behind him in the review before before making a sharp turn for the exit.
    Vina's in the hospital...WHY THE FUCK IS VINA IN THE HOSPITAL?! Just two hours ago I was with her arguing, now she's in the damn hospital. Of course she is, I don't know why in acting so fucking surprised. With the way her health is, this was a matter of time and I caused her to lose it. I've known keeping her relaxed and healthy is my main priority, that's why I was distancing myself in the first place.
"WHEN DID SHE GO TO THE HOSPITAL?!" I yell.
"I don't know, Zav called me about fifteen minutes ago when I started calling you," he explains. Realization hits me.
"Why were you following me this entire time?" I ask. He turns his head towards me briefly, brows brought up.
"I don't know, maybe to make sure your ass doesn't end up getting yourself arrested somewhere," he says with an eye roll. I see where they would get that impression, I'm not the type to start shit with random people when I'm upset; I like to go straight to the source. "It happened after I already left."
"Is she okay?" I ask, my hands shaking violently on my lap.
"I said I don't have any details, it wasn't a lie," he snaps at me. I sit back in the seat, looking out the window deep in thought. What if something is seriously wrong? The last time she was in the hospital and I had no idea she came back telling me she miscarried. My hand covers my mouth, the side of my index finger rubbing against my lips. "She'll be okay," he says, his voice softening a bit. Thank god.
"I hope so."
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~Sin's POV~