Chapter 33
Over the course of the week Charlotte had been meeting regularly with her therapist for her one on one sessions. However these meetings typical lasted only for a short time as their conversations never went well, and as the time passed Charlotte became more and more annoyed by this man. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want to explain to these people why she wasn't an addict. She just wasn't. All she wanted to do was get back to her own house, to her own school and see Roman and smoke a fucking blunt. Okay well, maybe that last part seems bad, but it's not. She's not an addict, she can stop doing drugs whenever she wants. She just really needs a hit right now after dealing with all these annoying people all week.
The first meeting with her therapist lasted only ten minutes before the two sat in silence. The room was small and decorated in a lot of knick knacks and there was a couch across from a single chair where the man sat. He was dressed in a black suit with a black and yellow polka dot tie and his white hair came down to his shoulders. There was a bookshelf along the wall filled with books and pictures and his degrees lined the wall by the door. There was a white fuzzy rug under the couch and a glass coffee table that separated the chairs.
Monday
"Hello Charlotte. My name is Dr. Rhodes, but you can call me Dusty"
"I'd rather not"
"Alright then...Dr. Rhodes is fine as well" Dusty pulled on a pair of glasses and a file causing Charlotte to shift in her seat as he flipped through the pages, "So Charlotte how are you feeling?"
"You know this therapy thing…. its a load of bull right?" Charlotte said, "We both know it"
"I actually don't know it but please...continue"
"It's bull"
"Yes you said that" Dusty said back with a smile causing Charlotte to roll her eyes before refusing to talk anymore. The two sat quietly watching each other before Dr. Rhodes called it a day and excused Charlotte telling her to come back tomorrow.
Tuesday
The next session was even shorter. Charlotte had woken up with a headache and was sent to counseling in the morning while she was cranky.
"Charlotte do you know why are you here?"
"Because my mother signed me up and now I'm stuck here" Charlotte groaned as she ran her hands over her face, still tired
"According to your mother you've been using drugs and she's worried you've become addicted. Or at least you're going down the path to become an addict" Dusty said with a frown
"I'm not...I don't have a problem" Charlotte said seriously
"Why do you believe that?"
"I don't believe it I know it. I don't go out of my way to try and get drugs and I don't obsess over it and sell my body for it like addicts do. I can stop whenever I want."
"How many types of drugs have you used?" Dusty asked changing the subject
"None of your fucking business"
Wednesday
The next day was probably the longest the two talked. Dusty had found out the answer from the previous day for himself and prided himself over such accomplishment. He walked in with the file on Charlotte and sat down with a big grin before he started the session.
Dusty gave a small laugh at this before flipping through the file, "Xanax, marijuana, Oxy. On multiple occasions, it even says that you were arrested for the night because of marijuana and your siblings have found you nearly unresponsive because of your drug use."
"You proud of yourself? You happy that you found out that shit...it doesn't mean anything anyone could of found that stuff out...that doesn't make you a therapist."
"I'm just stating the facts Charlotte and on multiple occasions you've been found with these types of drugs in your system"
"So..that doesn't mean shit. I'm not an addict"
"Charlotte why don't you tell me why you use drugs"
"No"
"Okay then...why don't you tell me about your family"
"Why?"
"Just to fill time...you still have half an hour left before you can leave, it can either be filled with silence or you can tell me about your family"
Charlotte sighed and sat up straight, "I'm adopted….I have three siblings, Sasha, Becky and Bayley...all younger"
"That must be a lot of pressure being the oldest" Dusty said closing the file and placing it on the coffee table, "I have two sons myself and my oldest told me before how much pressure he felt taking care of his younger brother, trying to protect him, trying to be a good role model. I can only imagine how you feel"
"I don't feel anything"
Thursday
"I was in therapy before you know and it did nothing" Charlotte said, leaning back on the couch she sat on, starting off the conversation, taking Dusty by surprise
"Oh...tell me about it"
"It was the same bullshit that you're doing now, a lot of talking, analyzing and a lot of bullshitting." Charlotte said with a smirk, "But you already know this you have my file"
Dusty nodded and flipped through the file, "Yes I see that..but it says here that you didn't continue and follow through with those sessions. Why is that?"
Charlotte's jaw tensed before she slowly said, "I was in an accident and I never went back"
Dusty didn't look up as his read the file, "Ah yes I see...you and your father were in a car accident when you were young. A truck hit you both and you injured your leg...why did this stop you from going back to your therapist?"
Flashes of that night, of that accident flooded Charlotte's mind before she responded, "I couldn't get into cars without freaking out...so I never went back to therapy"
"How did you overcome that?"
"I'm sorry but I'm not here to talk about some car accident that happened like seven years ago" Charlotte said feeling irritated by the man's questioning, "I think I'm done talking for today"
Friday
"What do you expect coming in here?"
"I have to be here"
"I know you have to be here but what do you want?"
"That's a stupid question"
"It's really simple actually..what do you want to get out of these sessions?"
"You want to know what i want?" Charlotte paused and watched as Dusty nodded, "I don't know...maybe a way out of here….maybe some valium...maybe a gun so I can blow my fucking brains out"
After that comment Charlotte was put under watch, and didn't have to go to the group therapy on Saturday. She would be monitored by a supervisor if she travelled anywhere and she wasn't allowed to interact with the other kids for too long. It's not like she got to see the other kids anyway, she tried to avoid as many people as possible so the only person she interacted with was Dana her roommate who seemed to have an obsession with her. The short blond did whatever Charlotte asked and followed her wherever she went when she travelled around the rehab center. At first Charlotte thought Ivory had put Dana up to this to make sure the girl didn't try to run away or do anything stupid, but then when she brought it up once Ivory didn't know what she was talking about.
"Hey can you lay off?" Charlotte asked Ivory as she saw the woman standing in the kitchen with a clipboard, she was writing and checking all of the cabinets
"Excuse me?" Ivory asked turning to look at Charlotte with a confused look
"Your little lackey...Dana...tell her to stop following me around...i'm not doing anything wrong and I get it...my comment at my last session was uncalled for but I don't need her travelling behind me like a lost puppy"
Ivory raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry I don't know what you mean, I mean yes you're correct your...joke about suicide was not funny, but I have not asked Dana to follow you around. Maybe she just wants to be your friend?"
"No thanks" Charlotte said crossing her arms while Ivory set down the clipboard on the counter and turned to fully face Charlotte with her hands on her hips
"Have you ever had friends before Charlotte? I mean if this is a new experience for you I could understand how you feel uncomfortable, but I think that you should give this a chance. Take the time to make a new friend and open your horizons while you're here. It could be good for you" with that Ivory grabbed the clipboard and walked off leaving Charlotte standing in the kitchen by herself.
Now Charlotte was sitting on her bed looking up at the ceiling as Dana talked about some random stuff that the taller blonde was not paying attention to, "Do you ever stop talking?"
"Do you want me to?" Dana questioned back causing Charlotte to roll her eyes
"Yes...actually" Charlotte sat up to look at the shorter blonde, "I want you to go get me some water"
"Okay" Dana said quickly standing up and walking to the door, "I'll be right back"
Once Dana left Charlotte got up and left the room, walking the opposite way of Dana. She wandered throughout the hall, looking at the other names on the doors before she stopped and looked at one of the doors with wide eyes, "No way"
With Sasha
"mom...I...I have something to tell you. I mean I know you're going to be upset...but I really just need your help. I didn't mean for this to happen..and I've been really scared to talk to you about this. I mean with everything between Charlotte and all of us getting in trouble...it was just never the right time. Now...now I feel like i have to tell you. I just need to say it and get it off my chest. I-I….I'm pregnant"
"...what are you doing?"
Sasha quickly turned around to see Becky standing at the door of the room interrupting her speech. Sasha had been practicing exactly what to say in the mirror for almost an hour now and she still didn't have it right, "i'm practicing...what do you want?"
"Practicing? Practicing your pregnancy speech? Just go out there and tell her straight up" Becky said rolling her eyes as she entered the room and walked over to her side. She was wearing a grey muscle tee and a pair of jeans with her red hair down her back.
"I can't do that...I can't just go out and say it" Sasha said sitting down on her bed
"I'll tell her"
"NO. No way. That would be even worse than if I told her"
"Well if I let you do it then you'll never work up the courage to do so"
Sasha sighed and ran her hands through her hair, "I'm going to"
"When?"
"Tonight...at dinner" Sasha said giving herself a short nod
"Yeah right" Becky said with a smirk as she changed into a pair of legging and pulled her hair into ponytail, "What about Seth? You know dad will kill him"
"Can you keep him calm?" Becky gave a sarcastic snort, "please you and dad have a good relationship...he'll listen to you"
"No thanks" Becky responded as she moved to head back downstairs
"Wait…..please Bex...do this for me"
"Why?"
"I don't know because you're my sister" Sasha said sarcastically, "please...I wouldn't ask you if this wasn't important"
Becky sighed, "Fine"
"Really?"
"Yeah, whatever it's your funeral anyway mom will still blow a fuse with or without dad and nobody can calm her down"
"I know…" Sasha said sadly as she bit the corner of her lip rethinking her decision
"Don't...don't talk yourself out of this. I may say all this stuff about how mom and dad will act but know that you have to tell them today. It's the ends of the week and everything has died down from Charlotte's rehab stuff so this is the perfect time to tell them, and it will be so much worse if you wait." with that Becky walked out, leaving Sasha to think to herself before her phone buzzed in her pocket.
She quickly pulled out the phone and read the texts from Seth.
Hey babe
Hi
Are you mad at me?
No.
Ok.
Seth, I'm going to tell my parents today...about the baby
What why?
I have to. They need to know.
Well what are you going to do with it? Are you going to get rid of it?
I don't know
This baby will ruin your life
My life? I thought we were in together?
We are babe. I'm just saying.
"Sasha come down here and help me clean up this living room!" Stephanie called out causing Sasha to sigh before she put the phone under her pillow and headed downstairs.
With Becky
"You ready?" Hunter asked from the porch steps as Becky walked out the front door, closing it behind her.
The two were about to go for a run like they used to do and Hunter was being embarrassing as always as he wore a pair of short red shorts, a grey shirt a red headband and matching, red sweatbands around his wrists, "Yeah dad...but did you really have to wear that?"
"What? These are my work out clothes" Hunter said with a smirk causing Becky to push him slightly, "come on...let's get going. Around the block by the park yeah?"
"Yeah that's fine" Becky nodded before the two began jogging out of the yard and down the street.
They kept a normal pace and jogged in silence before Hunter asked, "So...anything you want to talk about?"
Becky shrugged, "Are you ever going to let me fight again?"
"Probably not"
"Then no" Becky said causing Hunter to snort
"You know I talked with X-Pac...he says you were pretty good" Hunter said looking at Becky out of the corner of his eyes with a small smile
"Pretty good? I was freakin' amazin'. I was ten and O, nothin' could touch me" Becky responded with a proud smirk but it quickly went away as she thought, "you and mom never even saw me fight. You should of seen me. I was good, so freakin' good and you two just kinda took that away from me. I made $1,000 bucks fighting, I was making records, building a reputation. I was this close from being on the leaderboard. One more match and I would've been tied with Mc-Cool. She was the last name on the board and I was this close"
Hunter watched as his second youngest talked, listening to the passion in her voice, "i'm sure you were amazing, but your mother and I worry about you and gambling on those fights are illegal"
"Well I wasn' the one gamblin'...besides ya never gave me a chance" Becky said slightly pleading, "What if I do another match and ya come watch me...you'll see how good I am...you'll see that I can handle myself"
"Sorry kiddo out of the question. Why don't you try getting into some sports. You know how good exercise can be for you"
"Mom isn't letting us do sports" Becky said with a frown, "besides I can't play any sports...fightin' was the only thing I'm good at. I'm not Charlotte with her volleyball, or Sasha who was actually pretty good at cheerleading and I'm not Bayley with her guitar...I'm just me...and I can' do anythin'.."
"That's not true kid..you're good at a lot of stuff"
"Name one thing"
"..you're good with cars-"
"No you're good with cars, I just hand you the wrench" Becky said rolling her eyes
"You're good at cooking"
"I burnt toast the other day..and just because I'm a slightly better cook than you doesn't mean I'm a good cook"
Hunter paused to think, "well you can-"
"Whatever you're about to say I can't do...face it dad I literally suck at everything" Becky said as they jogged pass the park
"You're a good runner" Hunter said simply as she struggled to keep up with his daughter, "Not once have you slowed down and you're barely out of breath...even with your chest complications you can still outrun me. You should think about trying out for the team...track season usually starts in December. I'll talk to your mom about it"
Becky shrugged, "i don't know"
"It'll keep your mind off fighting and it will still giving you that exercise you need to calm your anger. I can tell how bad it's been since you stopped fighting, so we'll keep running and working out and preparing for you to try out"
"Maybe dad...I have to think about it"
"Alright, but it's always an option"
With Bayley
Bayley and Alexa were sitting across from each other on the floor of Bayley's room looking over Alexa's notes. The youngest Helmsley had convinced her mother, well she convinced her father who then convinced her mother, to let Alexa come over and "help Bayley study'. Even though this really meant that Bayley got the opportunity to stare at Alexa while the girl worked. Bayley let a smile fall on her lips as she watched Alexa stick out her tongue in concentration as she wrote. She was wearing a dark pink Minnie mouse shirt and a pair of light blue jeans while Bayley was in a white Marvel t-shirt and shorts, "And then in 1803 President Thomas Jefferson bought Louisiana from France"
"Uh huh" Bayley said back causing Alexa to look up at the brunette with a raised eyebrow
"You're not listening are you?" Bayley shook her head, "Then what have you been writing this whole time?"
Alexa leaned forward and looked at the notebook in Bayley's lap where she had been writing new song lyrics instead of notes, "I have this song stuck in my head...besides I already told you this stuff is boring"
"You're not even giving it a chance" Alexa said with a frown while Bayley just shrugged
"How are you?" Bayley asked suddenly causing Alexa to shift but look confused
"Fine?"
"I mean...with your dad and all...h-has he hit you?" Bayley whispered, leaning forward to Alexa a little causing the small blonde to slightly curl into herself, "i'm sorry...I don't mean to upset you...I just. I haven't asked in a while, and I want you to know that I care about you...I want to know that you're safe"
Alexa gave a small smile, "Thank you...for caring Bayley."
"Anytime...so. Has he?" Alexa frowned and lifted her dark pink shirt a little to show the fresh bruises marking her side, some looking like hand and footprints, other like something was thrown at her. Bayley quickly closed her door before sitting back down, "What happened?"
"My dad...he uh..he came home drunk and just got really aggressive"
Bayley leaned forward and placed her hand on top of Alexa's before pulling the girl's shirt back down into place, "Where were your brothers? Or your mom?"
"My brothers are out of town, playing a gig with their band in Los Angeles, and my mom was passed out on the couch. She was like that when I came home, I tried to wake her but she was knocked out. The only reason I know that she's alive and not dead is because she was in the kitchen this afternoon before I walked over here"
"You walked? You told me you got a ride" Bayley said with a frown
"That's only because I didn't want you to worry, I mean your house is just down the street" Alexa said but Bayley's frown deepened, she didn't want Alexa walking alone, especially not after that man tried to rob them. Bayley didn't want to admit it but she secretly had been having nightmares about that day, but they usually ended with her not being able to protect Alexa. She had told the shorter girl about her dreams and explained that she didn't want her to walk those streets alone and Alexa agreed, but seriously their houses were only a few blocks apart and Alexa didn't have a ride, so she just walked.
"I'll alway worry" Bayley said before looking back down to the girl's stomach, "Did your father hurt you anywhere else?"
"Just a few cuts on my arm and my back..but it's not as bad as it used to be" Alexa explained
"I'm sorry" Bayley responded, placing her hand on top of Alexa's
"It's not your fault..you're not the one who hit me" Alexa whispered back to her friend, blushing slightly as Bayley's hand still lingered on her's. Bayley smiled and leaned closer to Alexa, watching the girl's lips before closing the distance, placing a kiss on Alexa's lips. It was soft and quick but felt like eternity. Bayley gave a soft smile as she pulled away from Alexa, mentally congratulating herself as she saw Alexa smiling back touching her lips lightly, "You kissed me?"
"Yeah...I've really wanted to for a while now" Bayley said slightly laughing at herself, "Was that okay?"
"More than okay" Alexa said with a large smile as her cheeks were now red from blushing so hard
"Can...can I do it again?" Alexa nodded and Bayley slowly moved in kissing Alexa again, this time longer. Bayley placed her hand behind Alexa's head, not really sure what she was doing as she had never kissed anyone before but she had seen people kiss like this in the movies. The two stayed connected as their kiss continued until Stephanie opened the door and said,
"Bayley what did I say about closed doors...oh-"
A/N: Thanks for reading make sure to review any ideas or anything comments or anything you want to see in the future and Sasha will be telling her parents next chapter so make sure to follow and favorite and all that good stuff so you can be updated when the next chapter is up.