Another Good-bye 2
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership blah, blah, blah. The show was cancelled what are they going to sue me for!
A/N: In this chapter we go a little deeper into Gillian's drug problem. But that was probably pretty obvious anyway. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter, do be shy and give me your honest opinion.
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"This is where you will be sleeping" Buddy open the door to a large room with moderate furniture. The four poster queen size bed stood high off the ground and had a cream colored quilt cover with embroidered patterns on it, the pillows matched and there was a deep blue comforter folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The two bedside tables matched the deep mahogany stain of the bedposts. On each table there was a little crocheted doily with a tiny vase and some dried lavender sitting neatly in them.
Gillian was simply awe struck by the view, she dropped her bags at the door and walked up to the large window set on the opposite side of the room. Her bedroom looked out onto the small lake at the back of the house, it was surround by large trees but the most striking tree was the willow tree that had a swing hanging off one of it's low sinking branches. The sun sparkled over the water as the wind made ripples, making the lake look like a pool of liquid gold.
"Mary and I thought that you would be most comfortable in this room" Gill was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts but she didn't turn around to acknowledge, her gaze was intently fixed of the view before her. Being on the second story meant that she could see right out to the mountain country not far away. It was breath taking.
"Gilly bean!" he called out to try and get her attention. She tore her gaze from the window and turn to look at him. She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"I just wanted to make a few rules clear to you. One; you're not to leave the farm without telling Mary or me, and you're not to go alone either" Gillian's face dropped and she was about to protest when buddy held up his hand to quite her and continue.
"Two; you can go anywhere on the farm provided you are supervised or Mary and I know where you are. Three you are to be inside every night by 10 o'clock no exceptions. Four, since you are living with us now you are to do what every other member of this house hold does, that means that you are to pick up after your self and do chores around the farm and house just like everybody else. Is that clear" Gillian rolled her eyes and nodded. Buddy held his hand to his ear.
"What was that?" He asked
"Yes I understand" she replied drearily. She felt like she was back in junior high again.
Buddy chuckled as he slowly closed the door.
'Sure is good to have her back' he thought.
"We'll yell out when dinners ready"
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After eating more food in one sitting than Gillian had ever eaten in one week, she made her way back up to her room. The conversation around the table consisted mostly of the cattle's progress and what Adam achieved that day. She wasn't particularly listening anyway; in fact Mary took time to notice that Gillian was in another world as every one talked around the table, but when Mary asked what was wrong Gillian just dismissed the question with a wave of her hand and asked to be excused.
As she lay on top of the covers she started to feel it, the feeling that always came when her body craved a fix. It started as a burning in the pit of her stomach, which caused it to do back flips. Gillian tossed around on top of the bed, she tried every position to try and calm the churning in her stomach but nothing seemed to work. She knew deep down that there was only one way to stop it, but that way was just not an option any more. Gillian was determined this time to get clean.
The burning started to crawl under her skin, she felt like she was suffocating from the heat, all she could think about was getting a fix, just a little fix to make the burning and the nausea go away. What harm could a little fix do?
Gillian sat up straight in on top of the bed; she needed to get into more comfortable clothes. She walked over to her suitcase that was still unpacked and pulled out some pajamas; she headed to the bathroom that was connected to her room. Once she closed the door behind her a wave of nausea hit her, two seconds later her head was in the toilet and she was greeted with dinner once again. Gillian slowly raised her head and slumped down next to the toilet. She rested the back of her head on the cool tiles, it didn't help much but it was something.
After a few minutes Gillian made her way slowly over to the sink, she looked at her reflection. Even she had to admit she looked like crap; her eye's were blood shot and she dark circles around them, her face was pale and sunken in and her lips were cracked and dry. She looked like death, and it wasn't long before she couldn't stand the sight of her ghostly self any longer. Her hands kept fumbling with the buttons as she tried to undo them, her hands were shaking and sending cold chills up her arms. She quickly got dressed in to her pajamas and got into bed.
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Twenty minutes later:
It was starting to get worse, the craving, the heat, the nausea and it kept hitting her relentlessly. Her muscles were cramping up and her chest felt like a vice was squeezing all the air out of her lungs. Gillian threw back the covers in an attempt to cool down. She felt like she was drowning in the heat that was crawling under her skin, and it was slowly suffocating her. The cramps hit her stomach and a small whimper escaped her lips, she rolled over in to the fetal position and clutched her stomach.
Gillian was getting edgy, she knew that she had a little stash in her boots, but they were down stairs by the front door. This wasn't going to be easy, she would have to sneak down unnoticed; which was practically impossible with Buddy and Mary breathing down her neck 24-7. So she would have to come up with an excuse; simple, she wanted to go out side for a smoke. They would leave her alone because Gillian knew for a fact that both Buddy and Mary couldn't stand cigarette smoke. It was settled, the sooner she got down stairs to her could stop this nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to get her fix.
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A/N: Hey there I'm back! Sorry it took so long to update but I haven't had a computer for about three weeks. Any way I know that was short but I had to get this down, something is better than nothing (right?).
I hope you liked this chapter, please review because chapter three awaits. All I need is a bit of encouragement. Hint hint!
Sugar101
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership blah, blah, blah. The show was cancelled what are they going to sue me for!
A/N: In this chapter we go a little deeper into Gillian's drug problem. But that was probably pretty obvious anyway. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter, do be shy and give me your honest opinion.
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"This is where you will be sleeping" Buddy open the door to a large room with moderate furniture. The four poster queen size bed stood high off the ground and had a cream colored quilt cover with embroidered patterns on it, the pillows matched and there was a deep blue comforter folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The two bedside tables matched the deep mahogany stain of the bedposts. On each table there was a little crocheted doily with a tiny vase and some dried lavender sitting neatly in them.
Gillian was simply awe struck by the view, she dropped her bags at the door and walked up to the large window set on the opposite side of the room. Her bedroom looked out onto the small lake at the back of the house, it was surround by large trees but the most striking tree was the willow tree that had a swing hanging off one of it's low sinking branches. The sun sparkled over the water as the wind made ripples, making the lake look like a pool of liquid gold.
"Mary and I thought that you would be most comfortable in this room" Gill was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts but she didn't turn around to acknowledge, her gaze was intently fixed of the view before her. Being on the second story meant that she could see right out to the mountain country not far away. It was breath taking.
"Gilly bean!" he called out to try and get her attention. She tore her gaze from the window and turn to look at him. She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"I just wanted to make a few rules clear to you. One; you're not to leave the farm without telling Mary or me, and you're not to go alone either" Gillian's face dropped and she was about to protest when buddy held up his hand to quite her and continue.
"Two; you can go anywhere on the farm provided you are supervised or Mary and I know where you are. Three you are to be inside every night by 10 o'clock no exceptions. Four, since you are living with us now you are to do what every other member of this house hold does, that means that you are to pick up after your self and do chores around the farm and house just like everybody else. Is that clear" Gillian rolled her eyes and nodded. Buddy held his hand to his ear.
"What was that?" He asked
"Yes I understand" she replied drearily. She felt like she was back in junior high again.
Buddy chuckled as he slowly closed the door.
'Sure is good to have her back' he thought.
"We'll yell out when dinners ready"
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After eating more food in one sitting than Gillian had ever eaten in one week, she made her way back up to her room. The conversation around the table consisted mostly of the cattle's progress and what Adam achieved that day. She wasn't particularly listening anyway; in fact Mary took time to notice that Gillian was in another world as every one talked around the table, but when Mary asked what was wrong Gillian just dismissed the question with a wave of her hand and asked to be excused.
As she lay on top of the covers she started to feel it, the feeling that always came when her body craved a fix. It started as a burning in the pit of her stomach, which caused it to do back flips. Gillian tossed around on top of the bed, she tried every position to try and calm the churning in her stomach but nothing seemed to work. She knew deep down that there was only one way to stop it, but that way was just not an option any more. Gillian was determined this time to get clean.
The burning started to crawl under her skin, she felt like she was suffocating from the heat, all she could think about was getting a fix, just a little fix to make the burning and the nausea go away. What harm could a little fix do?
Gillian sat up straight in on top of the bed; she needed to get into more comfortable clothes. She walked over to her suitcase that was still unpacked and pulled out some pajamas; she headed to the bathroom that was connected to her room. Once she closed the door behind her a wave of nausea hit her, two seconds later her head was in the toilet and she was greeted with dinner once again. Gillian slowly raised her head and slumped down next to the toilet. She rested the back of her head on the cool tiles, it didn't help much but it was something.
After a few minutes Gillian made her way slowly over to the sink, she looked at her reflection. Even she had to admit she looked like crap; her eye's were blood shot and she dark circles around them, her face was pale and sunken in and her lips were cracked and dry. She looked like death, and it wasn't long before she couldn't stand the sight of her ghostly self any longer. Her hands kept fumbling with the buttons as she tried to undo them, her hands were shaking and sending cold chills up her arms. She quickly got dressed in to her pajamas and got into bed.
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Twenty minutes later:
It was starting to get worse, the craving, the heat, the nausea and it kept hitting her relentlessly. Her muscles were cramping up and her chest felt like a vice was squeezing all the air out of her lungs. Gillian threw back the covers in an attempt to cool down. She felt like she was drowning in the heat that was crawling under her skin, and it was slowly suffocating her. The cramps hit her stomach and a small whimper escaped her lips, she rolled over in to the fetal position and clutched her stomach.
Gillian was getting edgy, she knew that she had a little stash in her boots, but they were down stairs by the front door. This wasn't going to be easy, she would have to sneak down unnoticed; which was practically impossible with Buddy and Mary breathing down her neck 24-7. So she would have to come up with an excuse; simple, she wanted to go out side for a smoke. They would leave her alone because Gillian knew for a fact that both Buddy and Mary couldn't stand cigarette smoke. It was settled, the sooner she got down stairs to her could stop this nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to get her fix.
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A/N: Hey there I'm back! Sorry it took so long to update but I haven't had a computer for about three weeks. Any way I know that was short but I had to get this down, something is better than nothing (right?).
I hope you liked this chapter, please review because chapter three awaits. All I need is a bit of encouragement. Hint hint!
Sugar101