REHAB CHP 1: An Introduction
Hey guys, I'm back at it again. As you know, I recently finished Therapy Cruise and it's kind of a light, fluffy, fun story. I wanted to do a more serious spin. This is an alternate reality story because it suits the mood I'm going for. Well, here it goes, enjoy! *Oh, and I will be responding to reviews as I did with Therapy Cruise, so do review guys, k thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.
Tall guy, dark haired, sullen faced, next to him a woman, blonde haired, slender faced, and across from her two more guys; they were all blank pages in the back of a notebook.
"Dick Grayson." Mumbled the tall one.
In the background, a few snickers broke out. "Nice name," a snaggletoothed guy jeered. "You look it."
The guy didn't respond, just nodded, then stared out the window.
I shouldn't have agreed to this. My thoughts were running at a thousand miles per hour, all of them heading for the nearest exit. Instead, my legs betrayed me, locating and claiming the nearest vacant seat.
"Hi, glad to see you. You're a little late, but that's okay. We're all introducing ourselves. Do you mind telling us about yourself?"
The man speaking to me was short and bald, unlike the tall guy, Dick Grayson.
"I'm not giving you my name without knowing yours first."
"Alright then, that's only fair." he said resting his hands on his knees in a condescending manner.
"I'm sure you're all bored of hearing about me, but I will introduce myself again for our newcomer. My name is John. I'm originally from Pennsylvania, but I recently moved here to begin a career in social work. And my special fact is that I have two daughters about your age," he chuckled, feeling quite amused, although he received a myriad of blank stares. "There, you know about me, now we'd all like to here about you."
I shifted in my seat. The padding was itchy, probably giving me a rash. John beamed as I stood, and snaggletooth was checking out my ass. It didn't really matter though. I was doing this all for my foster dad. Once he was happy I wouldn't have to come back.
I directed my attention toward the window, the same one Dick was staring out of. He averted his gaze, starring at me like an intruder. Maybe he thought that I would turn away, that eye contact would bother me, it didn't. I stared back. We both stared unflinching as I introduced myself to the group.
"My name's Rachel, Rachel Roth." I deadpanned, not batting an eyelash. I stared harder at Dick, waiting for him to pull back, he didn't so I proceeded. "I'm here because my foster Dad thinks it will be good for me, that's it." I sat back down.
My introduction appeared to appease John and he took a swig out of his Styrofoam mug before taking center stage again. I glanced at the wall, wishing he would get on with it, time was ticking too slowly.
"Okay, now that we are all introduced, I think it would be a good time for everyone to state their reason for being here, and what they hope to get out of group. After that I'll handout a new patient packet to everyone, give you all some time to fill them out, and that will conclude our first group meeting. Sorry it's a little short today, the other sessions will be longer, this is just a sort of preliminary meeting."
I felt my eyes wandering back in Dick's direction, yawning as everyone went on about themselves, he looked bored also. I must have fallen asleep with my eyes open, zoned out, ...wherever I go when I'm not paying attention; I knew I did when John tapped me on the shoulder, looking at his watch. Everyone was starring in my direction, especially Dick.
"I'm here because of my foster Dad." I mumbled.
John sighed. I could tell he wasn't satisfied with my repetitive answer by the way his left eye twitched ever so slightly. He glanced at his watch, back at me, then back at his watch again before abandoning me, setting both eyes on Dick. Now I wasn't the only one starring the guy down.
"I have a problem with sex." Dick mumbled, shrugging.
"Figures." Snaggletooth scoffed. John shushed him, prodding Dick to continue.
"What do you hope to get out of group Mr. Grayson."
The room went silent as everyone waited. Dick was still starring out the window. The silence finally broke as he coughed, clearing his throat, a slight smirk playing off the corner of his lips.
"A new bed buddy."
I was last to get paperwork, but I wasn't the last to leave. The door to John's office was cracked, and I could see Dick still in there talking to him. He came out just as my Dad was driving up in his black Caddy.
"Hey," he said, stopping me in mid stride.
"What?" I grumbled, jutting out my chin.
Instead of responding, he starred blankly at me; Only, in the way that a hungry animal vies for a piece of meat. My foster Dad came in just as he was slipping a piece of paper into my pocket. He looked pissed, but Dick walked away calmly, like he hadn't even noticed.
"What the hell did he want Rache?" Was the first greeting I got. Didn't I tell you not to talk to any of the people in there? I gotta speak to your counselor about that little punk."
My dad went on, but I wasn't interested. I watched as Dick's gray Camaro pulled out of the parking lot, speeding off.
"That bastard was doing nearly sixty! Rache, stay the hell away from him, he's dangerous."
I shook my head, breaking out of a stupor as I opened the passenger door to the Caddy. "...Isn't that what you say about me?"
My dad grew silent as he revved the engine and a tiny smirk formed across my lips. I knew that would shut him up.
"Finally!" a lanky guy, about 6' 2, exclaimed. He stood outside the double doors of My Breakthrough Rehab and Counseling Center, fingering through his lime green Mohawk.
"You've gotta be shitting me, it's closed! ...Hours of operation...12pm-6pm, well, I tried." He snorted, spitting.
"You shoulda tried harder. You just missed us." John said, opening the trunk to his Kia and chucking his briefcase in.
"Isn't your name Garfield or something like that, I kept trying to figure out who was missing from my list."
"Yeah, that's me. I go by Gar though, can't stand that Garfield stuff dude."
"Make it to group on time next week Gar."
"Sure thing," he said offering his hand to John before hopping back in his white Lexus, gunning out of the parking lot.
Where to go, he thought, slamming on his breaks a little late at the stop light. "Hmmm..." He frowned, deep wrinkles forming in his forehead. There was always Terra's..., or he could go back to his dorm, or his parents place.
The light turned green, and he squeezed into the far left lane at the last minute, cutting off a few other cars. Angry honks and curses came from behind as he made a left, turning up the volume on his stereo.
"Mommies house it is!"
