A/N: Well, here's chapter two. I'm trying to make each chapter more and more brutal, and I thought this chapter was pretty dark enough, so read, review, and enjoy.

Rated M for strong language, and scenes including drugs.

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Chapter 2:

My eyes shot open slamming into the airbag holder in the front of the car. Rubbing my forehead I looked around seeing I was still in the now moving car heading along the back roads. I sighed before looking over at my aunt looking surprisingly calm focusing on the road ahead of her too bad she was never much of a good driver.

"Glad to see you're finally awake..."she bitched. Rolling my eyes I turned my body in the opposite direction, so I didn't have to look at her when I noticed in the rear view mirror dried blood covered half my face sending and intense amount of nausea quickly through my body again.

"Stop," I cried.

She immediately looked over at me. "What?"

"Pull over," I cried again holding one hand to my gut, and the other over my mouth.

"Why?" She asked looking annoyed.

"God dammit, don't ask me why just fuckin' pull over!" I spat. She did as she was told, and pulled over to the side of the road. I jumped out of the car noticing I wasn't even buckled, and threw up again, but this time was much worse than the first, I literally puked my guts out I still remember feeling so empty so weak afterwards. My hands were trembling and even though I had nothing left to throw up I continued to dry heave until I had found myself kneeling one hand on my stomach, the other on the ground, my face a foot away from my own vomit. I sat like that for a while continuing to cough up and dry heave what looked like blood. Fuck man, either I was still really stoned, I was dying…or both.

When I was finally able to stand back up, which took numerous trys I wiped the new blood and vomit from my mouth feeling like I was about to pass out, the world spinning around me, my feet unable to move in a straight line. I slowly shuffled over to the car gripping on to it tightly so I wouldn't pass out and bust my head open against the door, and slowly got into the front sat, again not bothering to buckle, resting my head in my hands that were now propped on my knees. My aunt stared wide-eyed at me like she'd never seen a kid sick before, or sick from taking an extremely high amount of speed, which for some reason really pissed me off.

"A-are you okay?" She asked seeming worried.

"Just drive," I moaned.

"Duncan-"

"Just. Drive." I shouted over her not sure where we were going, resting my head back in my hand. She stared at me worried for another minute then put the keys back in ignition continuing to drive down the back roads.

The rest of the drive was silent. No one even bothered to turn on the stereo to drown out the awkwardness between us, me wanting nothing more than to get out of the car and attempt to get some type of sleep. With my head pounding I groaned when I noticed that we eventually pulled into a semi-large parking lot that even in a stupor I easily recognized as the town community center, which was where I went to my therapy sessions twice a week.

"Fuck." I groaned under my breath.

My aunt unbuckled her seat belt and spoke out loud as she got out of the car. "In case you're unaware, I didn't forget, and don't just think because you had a little mental breakdown earlier you were getting out of this. A matter of fact...this gives you even more of a reason to go." She mocked.

"Really?" I spat sarcastically continuing to cuss under my breath. I slowly got out of my seat not wanting to re-live my experience on the side of the road again, and slowly drug my feet behind my aunt into the building. Neither one of us talked to each other the whole ride up the elevator.

When we entered the waiting room I moved to the side of the room farthest away from all the other losers that inhabited it, and slowly sat down in a cheep lounge chair hissing in pain from the pressure I was putting on my wrists. Once I had finally managed to sit down I examined the room looking back and forth at the freaks the swarmed around me. Most of them looked mental, but hey, I really can't say much on that topic considering I was pretty fucked up too. My eyes finally allowed me to glance up at my aunt who was currently at the receptionists desk signing me in. When she was finished she quickly brushed by me and took a seat on the opposite side of the room.

"Bitch," I hissed under my breath.

"I hope you don't mean me," I jumped from my seat now facing a skinny, pale, chick with short black hair that had teal highlights, her eyes were a darker shade of black then her black lipstick, to no surprise she was dressed in full black, and had a 'friendly' smile plastered on her face that was somewhat sexy and annoying at the same time. Personally, she struck me as a typical goth chick, a pessimist, you know 'the glass is half empty' instead of 'half full' shit. No doubt I would love to get in her pants, and you know having a girlfriend and having a thing for my best friend wouldn't stop me from doing so. Damn, I really was fucked up. I flashed a small smile at her.

"Not at the moment," I teased trying to cover up the sick feeling that was overpowering me.

"Cute." She rolled her eyes.

"Well, actually I prefer hot, sexy, stud-like," I continued to flirt.

Mhmm, so you gotta name Champ? Champ? What was I, a five year old?

"Duncan." I furrowed my brows at her.

"Gwen," she said extending a hand I grasped it and shook it firmly. "Damn dude, you look like hell." She told me, and that was when the feeling of nausea shot back at me.

"Gee, thanks that's all I need to hear," I told her holding my stomach.

"Sorry man, it's just you don't look at that 'hot,'" she giggled.

"Yah, tell me about it," I replied looking straight forward. "So you new or something? Never seen ya around before."

She sighed. "Sadly, yah, I'm new. Got any tips?"

"Don't give 'em anything they wanna know.

She stared at me confused before asking "What?"" right before the receptionist called her name. "Well, it looks like I'm up."

"Good luck sweetheart," I warned.

"Thanks," she said rummaging through her bag taking out a pen and began writing on my hand. "Give me a call sometime Duncan." She winked walking towards the receptionist. Leaving me alone in the waiting room with a warm expression on my face and a slight boner.

It wasn't much longer after that my name was called and I strolled into my usual room in the back. I walked in and found it completely empty, so I plopped down on the huge leather couch, upsetting my stomach again, took out my pocketknife and began cleaning the blood and left over Meth off of it. Moments later the door shot open and my therapist walked in, a short, fat woman with the highest damn voice that you could possibly imagine. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be Alvin and the Chipmunk's baby mama. I immediately put my knife back in my pocket, and wiped off any remaining blood from my face before she began rambling on.

"Mr. Lacroix, nice to finally see you've shown up this time," she teased because I haven't showed up to a meeting for the past month instead, I've been out getting stoned, or drunk.

"Yeah, well, you know I just couldn't stay away from you Janet." She glared at me hating to be called by her first name especially by me.

"Good thing Mr. Lacroix, we have quite a bit of catching up to do. Great, this was going to be a looongday. So, how have you been since we talked last, anything new?"

"Oh, I've been just great thanks. You know the past month instead of coming here I've been walkin' lil' old ladies cross the street, helpin' girl scouts sell there delicious cookies, helping out at the near by pet shelter to help those sweet abused puppies get the loving homes they deserve." I spat sarcastically not even bothering to sound legit, which made her look like she was about to damn me to hell. She wrote something down on her clipboard probably something like 'smart ass' or 'hates puppies,' but I mentally laughed at thought of it 'cause they were both true.

"Are you feeling well? You don't look too good." She asked.

"Yah man, I feel like shit."

"I see that. You honestly look like you're about to give out. Is everything okay at home? How are you coping with the insomnia?"

"Saying everything was fine would be an understatement..." I muttered.

"Mhmm, and what do you mean by that?"

"Everything at home is just peachy me and my whore aunt spend every waking minute together. We go to the movies, shop, even play Monopoly...what the fuck do you think I mean? It sucks dick."

"Uhh huhhh..." She said writing something else down on her clipboard. "And how do you feel about that?"

I glared at her for a breif second before answering. "...pissed. You know Janet, that could be part of the reason I'm here!" I yelled throwing my arms in the air.

"Honey, there's no need to get upset. Use your words."

"Use my-what the fuck do you think this is? Super Nanny? Do I look like a mother fucking five year old to you? I spat standing up from the couch ignoring the sick feeling in my stomach now enraged.

"Duncan," She said her toned completely changed. "you need to calm down." She instructed towards me getting out of her seat and walking over to me.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" I exclaimed backing up from her with my hands still in the air.

"Just take a seat and we'll talk this out. What's bothering you? Is it your aunt, your-your school, friends, how about that girlfriend of yours what was her name, Heather?"

"No, no! Shut the fuck up!" I screamed my rage now taking over causing my to slam my fist into the wall nearest to me leaving a large hole, and my hand feeling broken. I screamed in pain before I did the same thing again.

"I-is this caused by something more repressed? Does this have to do with your mother? Your father?" Hearing those words snapped my heart in half, and my sanity along with it. Tears now streaming down my face I screamed before I turned to a nearby shelf, and tipped it over destroying it along with everything on it.

"Don't you ever mention him to me ever!" I exclaimed walking over to her, and pulling out my pocketknife holding it up to her as a threat. I was now breathing heavy, sweating drenching my body, and nausea rushing through my veins once more.

"Sweetie" she cooed. "Please, put that down." She instructed calmly trying to reach for the knife in my hand, but before she had the chance to grab it I pulled back.

"You want it?" I sneered. "Than take it." I spat throwing it across the room into one of her large mirrors watching it shatter into pieces before me. She stood there in awestruck as I brushed passed her and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked concerned snapping from her daze. "We still have fourty-five minutes left!"

"I'm fuckin' done here man." I told her flinging open the door and stomping out.

"But Duncan-"

"No! Just…just shut the fuck up!." I spat turning around to face her causing a scene in the lobby.

"Duncan, you can't run from your fears forever!" She shouted after me as I started to make my getaway again. Her voice making me cringe now had me running through the lobby wiping the tears from my eyes. God, I felt like such a pussy crying in public. When you cried it showed you were weak something I knew I wasn't.

As soon as I passed my aunt she jumped from her seat jogging after me calling my name over repeatedly. I didn't want to deal with waiting for the elevator to come thinking it would give her enough time to catch up with me demanding an explanation, so I decided to take the stairs. As soon I made it down all five flights of stairs I spotted my aunt waiting for me in the lobby. I cussed under my breath thinking that I should have known the elevator was faster than my feet.

Hopping to sneak past her I bolted for the lobby door, but she blocked the exit door so I couldn't escape. I threatened to knock her on her ass if she didn't move out of my way, but unlike this morning she was determined to win this battle. She grabbed me by the shoulders, so I was forced to look at her.

"What. Happened?" She asked. I didn't respond. "Duncan," She shouted. "What's the matter? What happened in there? I could hear you two from the lobby!" She told me, but now I was shaking and sweating even worse that before feeling the nausea all over again. "Duncan, God dammit!" She said again, but this time with more force and began to shake my shoulders. I tore out of her grip nearly knocking her to the ground

"I'm never coming back her again." I barely choked not sure if I would be able to keep the vomit down, shoving her out of my way, and dashing out of the building.

I ran out of the parking lot and didn't stop. Not for anything whether I felt the need to throw up or pass out I kept going wanting to get as far away from this hell hole as possible. When I finally came to a stop on the side of the road after about a mile or two of running I took a cigarette out of my pocket lighting it up as I pulled out my phone when I felt it vibrate. Surprisingly, it was a text from Court. It read:

Ur aunt just called. WTF happend! R u ok?

~Coutrney

"Great, just fuckin' great, I huffed, blowing smoke into the air, placing the cig back in my mouth. I didn't bother writing her back knowing I would only make things worse, like always.

I decided that I needed another hit and knew my aunt had probably given up on searching for me by now so I decided I would hitch hike into town. I stuck my thumb out walking along the side of the deserted highway with my cigarette still in my mouth hoping someone would drive by, happy to take me downtown.

I looked back when I heard the sound of a horn behind me. I turned around hoping to see some dude offering me a ride, but instead my aunt in her beat up ford was approaching me.

"Mother fucker," I whispered. She drove up right next to me and rolled down the window although I continued to keep walking, my thumb still sticking out over the road, cigarette still in my mouth, facing forward like she wasn't even there.

"Duncan, get in," she said.

"Fuck off," I told her.

"I'm not kidding."

"I know you're not."

"I swear to God if you don't get in this car-"

"Then what? Huh, what are you gonna do me?" I asked challenging her taking a long drag at my cigarette, still extending my thumb out.

"I'll be done with you that's what!" She shouted. "You hear me you'll be outta my house, and living on the streets with those bums you think it's cool to be around" She spat. "Cause we know your little girlfriend's parents won't let you live with them, and Courtney sure as hell wont, we don't have any nearby relative, so who does that leave? Your father? Because I think we both know he'll take real good care of you."

I stopped and turned to face her my brows furrowed, and my cigarette now in my hand against my thigh. There were so many things I wanted to do at the moment, but instead of unleashing my anger on the only person that was still dumb enough to care for me I opened the car door and took a seat next to her, slamming the door as hard as I could behind me causing the car to shake.

The car ride home was long and awkward 'cause I was still pissed at what she had the balls to say to me back on the highway and she was probably just pissed at me period.

"Duncan," she finally said. "Look, about what happend back at the office. Do you wanna…y-you know...talk about it?" Great, now she was playing the good cop?.

"No." I said staring out the window trying to avoid her eyes taking another drag of my cigarette. She breathed in a deep sigh.

"You know I'm not stupid right? I know you want to talk about this you're...just scared." All right, that was it!

I spat taking the cigarette outta my mouth. I'm not scared of anything! I don't need your shit trying to sound like you know how I'm feeling! You think that just because you've been living with me for a few months now you know everything about me. Well, news flash bitch, you don't, so why get a mother fuckin' life, so you can stay the hell outta mine!" I was so infuriated I just wanted to make her feel as shitty as I did, which trust me, took a lot.

She turned back to the road letting the smallest amount of tears run down her cheek, and tried as hard as she could to pretend I wasn't sitting next to her. 'How do you know?' You're probably wondering well, lets just say that's how she always seems to think around me, and when it happens so much you kinda starts recognizing the signs. I mentally sighed. Sometimes I just really wished I were born mute.

"Stop the car," I finally said. She turned back over to me wiping the remaining tears from her face.

"W-what?"

"Stop the car. I'm getting out." I said gripping the door.

"No you're not." She seemed pissed, but who could blame her.

"Quit the bullshit you know just as well as I that you want nothing to do with me, so do yourself a favor and open the fuckin' door!"

"You know what Duncan?" She spat my name like it was some kind of disease. "In case you haven't noticed, but I am in charge of you now that your mother's gone! And I don't know where you get off thinking you're some kind of God in my house and how you can treat me like shit! Because-" I stopped listening to her the second I remembered I figured out how to undo the 'child lock' she set on my car door last month. I started fiddling with it, unable to hear anything that she had to say. When I hear a click in the door a satisfied grin rose across my face and I looked over my shoulder speaking aloud.

"Yah, well, too bad I'm finished listening to you bitch." With that crude comment, I pushed open the door and did a tuck-and-roll move, tumbling onto the small highway. I quickly glanced all around me, trying to find the easiest way to avoid the fast pacing cars swerving past me (of course, why couldn't all these cars be around a half hour ago). I finally found a gap in the traffic and leaped to safety in the median along the highway. I looked down the road and saw her car speeding off wondering if she even noticed I had made my escape, or if she was just happy to be rid of me.

A/N: Well, there you go. Review!