Page 12 of Capturing Their Omega

“Here,” he says, handing the bottle to me.

I accept it and realize that there’s just one pill inside. He doesn't let me ask before explaining.

“I'm gonna need you to please try and hold on to this for now while I take the other as a sample to get you some replacements.”

I stare at the bottle in my hand, wondering how I'm going to survive with just one pill. I'm scared, but I know this is the only way.

“We don't have much time.” He takes out some cash and presses it into my hand. “Take a cab home.” He rises to his feet. “Can you do that while I go meet up with Jeremiah? Or would you rather I take you home first?”

How sweet of him.

“Thanks, Eric. You've done enough,” I reply, hiding my agony.

“Cassie, if you need me to stay and take you home, you know that I'll do just that,” he says to me, clearly intending to be sure that this is what I want.

“I know, Eric. But you're right. We're running out of time.” I get to my feet, putting up the act that I'm strong.

“All right.” He hesitates for a moment before taking off and hopping on his bike.

I watch him clasp his helmet and zoom off while I decide that I'm not taking a cab home. With what happened today, I need all the money that I can get.

It's going to be a hard walk home, but I'm a tough one…I can tough it out.

Chapter Four

Eric

I can feel the intensity of the wind blowing ferociously against my face as I speed up on my motorcycle. The engine is roaring loudly, a testament to my expert grinding of the throttle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

This is bad.

While I stood by the fountain waiting for Cassie, I spotted her in the midst of the crowd. I was smiling when she waved at me, but the moment she stopped at the top of the steps, I knew that something was wrong.

I had noticed her unfocused eyes and pale skin… an indication that she was in pain and needed her pills. Standing there at the top of those steps was a terrible idea because of the students rushing out of class.

I hadn't even finished thinking that something was wrong, when someone bumped into her from behind, forcing the bottle in her hand to fall to the ground. It felt like slow motion to me as the open bottle hit the stairs and her pills scattered across the ground. I felt my heart skip a beat.

I could feel her pain. I know how much she needs those pills. They’ve been a part of her existence for as long as I’ve known her. One of the core memories of our friendship is the day she explained to me that she would die without them.

They also cost a fortune, according to her. We met fourteen years ago when I was ten and she was eight. We were both loners at school and always sat at the same lunch table with all the rejects. I saw how little she always had to eat and shared my meals with her. She admitted that things were hard because her mom had to buy her pills, and her need for refills had only been getting more frequent. I helped out however I could. Well… my brother helped out. He gave her mom grocery baskets every week so that she could at least eat well.

If she knew we did this, she would have tried to make us stop… just like she tried to reject my help.

There are only two pills left. I've given one to her and I have the other. I really hope right now that the one she has with her will suffice until I'm able to get a refill for her. She gets so sickly and is usually unable to walk long distances when she doesn't take her dosage, hence the reason I gave her some cash to take a cab.

A part of me is angry for leaving her like that, knowing how difficult it can be for her. I'm cursing myself for choosing this over being with her, but it was necessary. I can't stand the fact that her life is on the line. Although I don't know the name of the pill, I am willing to search high and low until I find more like it. And I won't do it alone.

I'm in a hurry to get to my brother's shop so we can both figure this out. Two heads, as they say, are better than one.

My mind is fixed on Cassie and helping her get those pills. I will not stop, and I will not slow down until my mission is accomplished.

As I speed through the streets, I hear people yelling at me to slow down. Some people even curse at me for the high speed I’mtraveling at, but I don't give a fuck. They don't know what's going on. Their thoughts don't really matter to me right now.

I squint at the harshness of the wind against my eyes as I accelerate onward, weaving through a string of vehicles. I know it won't do her any good if I crash and something bad happens to me, but I really do not care. Her life is more important than mine. She's an Omega and I am a Beta. Of course her life is more important.

She has always told me to stop thinking so little about myself, saying that the fact that I am a Beta isn't my fault.

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