Before The Angels Fell

Rileys POV

Two weeks Andy had been gone and I didn't know what was wrong with me. There was this part of me that wanted to rip everyone's throat out, but another part of me wanted to curl up and cry.
Kimber made me stay home today because I was being rude to customers and I had to agree with her.
I lay on my bed watching Scott Pilgrim vs The World, when my phone rang. I looked at the ID and it was Andy. I smiled and quickly answered it.
"Hey Andy" I said, all of a sudden feeling very happy.
"Hey babe, how are you?" He asked.
"Umm, I've been better. Kimber sent me home."
"What? But you're the boss... Wait, why did she send you home?" He asked with concern lacing his tone.
"Cause I'm irritable..." I said simply.
"Babe... Is everything okay?"
"Umm, not really. I had to start taking my anti-anxiety medication again. I have no idea why. It just hit me from nowhere" I sighed.
"Again? You've had to take it before?" He asked with the worry growing in his voice.
I was really starting to wish I didn't bring up this conversation. "Umm, yeah. I took it a long time ago, but hey, enough about me, how is it over there? How was Download festival?" I asked trying to change the topic.
"It was fine, weather was shit, but Riley, why didn't you tell me about this?"
"Andy, can we not talk about this. Look, I'm fine, really. It's probably just a phase, it'll pass and I'll be normal again and they'll be nothing to worry about, okay?"
"We're talking about this when I get back. Till then, be careful. Don't take too many of those" he said, being controlling.
"I'll be fine Andy. See you when you get back."
"See you soon. I miss you."
"I miss you too" I said then hung up.
I huffed another sigh and collapsed back onto the bed. I had been so tired. Nothing I did seemed to give me energy.
I looked over at my nightstand and went to grabbed the little container of my pills. I then grabbed my phone to check the time. 2:41 pm.
I popped the pill with ease and closed my eyes to let myself fall asleep.

"Riley? Sweetie? Hey, you awake?" I heard Kimber say.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw her leaning over me.
"Hi... " I said slowly sitting up.
"You okay? You look really exhausted. Have you eaten anything today?"
"No. Just breakfast" I mumbled.
"Do you want me to make you anything?"
"Hang on. I need to get up and stretch" I said stumbling off the bed and hitting the floor.
"Whoa. Take it slow sweetie" she said helping me to my feet.
"I'm fine" I shot and shook her off me.
"Calm down. How many pills have you taken?"
"I don't know. 3 maybe..."
"3! I don't think you should be taking that many!" She said as she followed me to the fridge.
"Well I'm very anxious!" I said angrily.
"No. The pills have dulled your anxiety and now you're acting out. I think you need to stop taking them."
"You can think what you want. I'm going to keep taking them till I'm better!" I said slamming the fridge shut.
"These are going down the toilet" she said making her way to the bathroom.
"No!" I said jumping and tackling her to the ground.
"Riley! Let go! You're acting crazy!" She screamed. But I didn't let go.

"Riley? Riley? Hey, you passed out" Kimber whispered.
I could feel the cold hard tiles on my back and the bright light was hurting my eyes.
"What time is it?"
"About 5:30 am. Sweetie, I think you need help."
"I don't need help. I'm completely fine. Why am I in the bathroom?" I asked sitting up.
Kimber frowned "Do you not remember?"
I just shook my head.
Kimber rolled up her jeans to show a palm sized bruise beginning to form on her calf.
"Whoa! How'd you do that?"
"You did it..."
I was confused by her answer.
"Okay, you are definitely staying a few more days and I'm staying with you. No more pills, nothing stressful. Just peace and relaxation."
I sat on the bathroom floor quietly, trying to piece together what happened, but I couldn't. I watched as Kimber started to get ready to go to bed when my phone rang. I was about to get up and answer it, but Kimber held a finger up, motioning me to stay.
She grabbed my phone, glanced at the ID and answered it.
"Hi Andy, it's Kimber."
"Andy's on the phone! Let me talk to him!" I said starting to get up, but Kimber pointed at me again.
"No, Riley isn't feeling better... No you can't talk to her right now... Look, I'm gonna try and get everything out of her system and by the time you get home she'll be better, so don't worry... Okay... Okay... Okay, bye" she said hanging up.
"Why would you do that!" I said getting off the floor.
"Cause I don't want you to subject that to Andy. Riley, you tackled me! You are not yourself and I don't like it. No one will like it."
I could feel tears starting to well when I realised what was happening.
"I promised myself I wouldn't get to that again" I whispered to myself as I sat on the bed.
"Get to what?" Kimber questioned.
"I have to go" I said in a haze. I frantically changed from my pjs to jeans and a tank top. I yanked on my shoes and grabbed my keys.
"Where are you going?" Kimber said both worried and frustrated.
"I'm sorry" I said flinging the front door open and racing out of the building.

Notes

Okay... I suppose you're going to want an explanation for the chapter...
To tell you the truth, I have no idea.
Honestly, it fits with the original storyline. Well it can...
Riley's past is blurry and I've already said she suffered from anxiety and that it was bad. So it fits.
If I do have facts wrong about anxiety disorder, I am sorry. I did research and the side affects are about right, but whether it takes a certain amount of pills... I don't know. The point is Riley has been through a lot of shit and these are just gaps I've left.
Don't you love it when everything comes together?
Let me know what you think. Did I go to far?
For those who have only read this story and not the others, this will actually make perfect sense for you later on. Please give me feedback!
So yeah... Comment!
-Tina xx