314 Pill 93 Novels & Stories

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ SIERRA ~ Just as Colton promised, first thing in the morning, Pierre was sent to get Sierra some Plan B. When she woke up, a breakfast tray was already served on the table by the window, and the morning after pill was right next to it. Though her body was sore from last night’s exercise, Sierra got up and wore her nightgown before approaching the table. She looked around the room and it was empty. It seemed that Colton had woken up and gone outside. Sierra then picked up the Plan B box and read the description. It said that if you take the pill within 24 hours of unprotected sex, it is 95% effective. Without waiting anot

“Sorry. Dumb question. Okay if that is what you want, no one will know. I promise. Now what are you going to do? How can I help?” “I don’t think I used protection… so…..” “ You need contraceptives? I can help you get some.” “Today?” “In less than an hour.” “Thanks. I will be waiting.” “Be right back.” She left and I waited anxiously. She wasn’t lying. Twenty minutes later she was back. “Here,” she handed me some pills in a small bottle. There was no label. “What is this?” I asked looking at it. “You won’t know the name. I tore it off incase Karen found it. Take one in the morning and evening for three days and you are good.”

and a moment later Eric was in the room, grinning at me in the mirror. "Good morning, my friend," he said, "I've got a little something for you." He placed a little orangish, egg-shaped pill on the counter. "That is Cialis, buddy. It'll last you all day. Trust me." He grinned again, gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror, and was gone. I stared at the pill for a while, uncertain. Then I picked it up, popped it in my mouth, and rinsed it down with some water before heading out into the main room.

I don’t have time to ruin myself again. I slide off the mattress quiet, bare feet smacking soft against the wood. Seth doesn’t move. Good. My bag’s under the desk. I crouch low and yank it open, digging past notebooks and wrappers till my fingers close around the bottle. White label, torn edges, the fucker’s old but the pills still work. Risperdal, 2mg tabs, tiny as shit but punch like a brick to the skull. I pop the cap and dump one into my palm, thumb rolling it over once before shoving it back on my tongue and swallowing dry.