He’s not my husband

"I'm busy,” Rey said, patting the lady's head on his shoulder. x x x

Amelia was out of lies and tears started brewing at the corner of her eyes.

She ran up into her room before letting it all out.

She needed someone to talk to and her best friend was the only one she could think of.

Amelia dialed Chelsea's number but got no response.

Amelia didn't stop calling until she had given Chelsea up to fifteen missed calls.

She sent texts too but still didn't get any response.

Amelia was frustrated.

Rey completely ignored her, Chelsea wasn't picking up her calls!

Amelia threw herself on the bed, sobbing herself into sleep.

She looked very peaceful at the moment, her hair was all over her face as she slept.

Hours ticked by and Amelia finally woke up. But with a splitting headache, she lazily got out of bed.

She went over to the cupboard that always had drugs in it, especially painkillers. The one she needed right now.

She searched through the cupboard but she couldn't find it. She was probably