Chapter 22
-Adam's POV
Mandy called me the next day and asked me if I could pick her up. I was glad to hear from her since she seemed very distant at Danny's party. When I saw Torrie and Mandy upstairs, I was a bit suspicious but quickly dismissed it because we had just done a lot of work to Danny's room so I didn't find it odd that Mandy would want to show it off. However, Mandy had stayed a good three feet away from me for the remainder of the day until I approached her about staying a bit later toward the end of the party. When she declined I really thought something was up. I hoped she hadn't seen something she shouldn't have, but when she called me the next day I figured things must still be okay. I loaded Danny into the car and headed to Mandy's place. When we arrived Mandy got into the car and greeted us.
"Hi, we need to talk," she stated, then she turned around and realized that Danny was in the car too, "hi Danny, how was your birthday, sweetheart?" Danny lit up at the mention of her birthday.
"It was great! Matt and Amy got me an easy-bake oven and daddy and I made cupcakes today!" she giggled.
"That's wonderful? I bet they were delicious," Mandy replied and then turned back to me.
"Want to grab some food?" I asked. She nodded and I drove off down the street to Wendy's. Once we were there, we ate in silence as Danny played with her Kid's meal toy in the back. Afterward Mandy suggested we go to a park she knew about so that Danny could play while we "talked." Going into the parking lot I went over a speed bump a little too hard just as Mandy was taking a drink causing it to spill all over her. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," I laughed a bit. It was kinda funny. I pulled into a parking space and turned off the car.
"It's fine, do you have any napkins?" She asked. I nodded.
"Check in the glove compartment," I replied. She opened it, and as she did, one of my pill bottles fell out landing by her feet. She didn't say a word. She reached down, picked up the bottle and read the label silently, then held it up and looked at me begging for an answer. "Danny, why don't you go play in the sandbox? Mandy and I need to talk about some grown up things."
When Danny had left I turned to Mandy. "You need to tell me the extent of this," Mandy announced. She grabbed my hand. "This is what we needed to talk about anyway."
"I figured it had something to do with this, it's well know that Torrie is a snoop," I replied, "Look, this is really not as bad as you must be thinking. Do you remember my neck injury?" She nodded. "Well, most of them are from that."
"Adam, do you realize how long ago that was?" She asked. I shook my head.
"I was addicted for a long time. Nothing compares to the high you feel while on Oxy. It's like...do you remember the high you felt the first time you won a match? Or the feeling of entering the ring and the crowd is just screaming for you? It's like that only multiplied by a thousand. Not to mention the fact that it's addictive as hell. You have to believe me when I tell you that I've gotten help and I've been clean for months," I explained. I knew she was wondering weather or not to believe me, after all, I still kept it around. "Breaking yourself of a habit like that is like, losing a friend. You even go through what can be described as a mourning period. I only keep it around as a reminder that it's not worth it. Please believe me! I can't lose two of the people I love because of this!" I knew she wanted me to finish explaining that statement, but she never asked and I wasn't quite ready to tell her. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as she pulled me into a hug.
"It's okay, I believe you!" She responded and I hugged her back, thankful that I had her!
(AN-That's all you get until tomorrow. My friend, Brandi, came over and read the whole story and, lets just say I left her wanting more! Hope you guys enjoy!)
-Adam's POV
Mandy called me the next day and asked me if I could pick her up. I was glad to hear from her since she seemed very distant at Danny's party. When I saw Torrie and Mandy upstairs, I was a bit suspicious but quickly dismissed it because we had just done a lot of work to Danny's room so I didn't find it odd that Mandy would want to show it off. However, Mandy had stayed a good three feet away from me for the remainder of the day until I approached her about staying a bit later toward the end of the party. When she declined I really thought something was up. I hoped she hadn't seen something she shouldn't have, but when she called me the next day I figured things must still be okay. I loaded Danny into the car and headed to Mandy's place. When we arrived Mandy got into the car and greeted us.
"Hi, we need to talk," she stated, then she turned around and realized that Danny was in the car too, "hi Danny, how was your birthday, sweetheart?" Danny lit up at the mention of her birthday.
"It was great! Matt and Amy got me an easy-bake oven and daddy and I made cupcakes today!" she giggled.
"That's wonderful? I bet they were delicious," Mandy replied and then turned back to me.
"Want to grab some food?" I asked. She nodded and I drove off down the street to Wendy's. Once we were there, we ate in silence as Danny played with her Kid's meal toy in the back. Afterward Mandy suggested we go to a park she knew about so that Danny could play while we "talked." Going into the parking lot I went over a speed bump a little too hard just as Mandy was taking a drink causing it to spill all over her. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," I laughed a bit. It was kinda funny. I pulled into a parking space and turned off the car.
"It's fine, do you have any napkins?" She asked. I nodded.
"Check in the glove compartment," I replied. She opened it, and as she did, one of my pill bottles fell out landing by her feet. She didn't say a word. She reached down, picked up the bottle and read the label silently, then held it up and looked at me begging for an answer. "Danny, why don't you go play in the sandbox? Mandy and I need to talk about some grown up things."
When Danny had left I turned to Mandy. "You need to tell me the extent of this," Mandy announced. She grabbed my hand. "This is what we needed to talk about anyway."
"I figured it had something to do with this, it's well know that Torrie is a snoop," I replied, "Look, this is really not as bad as you must be thinking. Do you remember my neck injury?" She nodded. "Well, most of them are from that."
"Adam, do you realize how long ago that was?" She asked. I shook my head.
"I was addicted for a long time. Nothing compares to the high you feel while on Oxy. It's like...do you remember the high you felt the first time you won a match? Or the feeling of entering the ring and the crowd is just screaming for you? It's like that only multiplied by a thousand. Not to mention the fact that it's addictive as hell. You have to believe me when I tell you that I've gotten help and I've been clean for months," I explained. I knew she was wondering weather or not to believe me, after all, I still kept it around. "Breaking yourself of a habit like that is like, losing a friend. You even go through what can be described as a mourning period. I only keep it around as a reminder that it's not worth it. Please believe me! I can't lose two of the people I love because of this!" I knew she wanted me to finish explaining that statement, but she never asked and I wasn't quite ready to tell her. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as she pulled me into a hug.
"It's okay, I believe you!" She responded and I hugged her back, thankful that I had her!
(AN-That's all you get until tomorrow. My friend, Brandi, came over and read the whole story and, lets just say I left her wanting more! Hope you guys enjoy!)