Alright its really late, so it may be a crap chapter so its all I have time for! And if you want could you please read my one-shot, The Love We Find From Pain.

Anyway!

Disclaimer: Teen Titans are not under my possession

Warnings: M, MATURE

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Raven had wanted to cheer me up, she had wanted to get me off my sorry ass and actually do something. So we decided on shopping, well our version of shopping, for old times sake.

So doing the most movement I had done the entire week I went to get changed; I placed a black spaghetti strap midriff and a black leather skirt with chains and red low top converse. I left my hair in a simple French braid and I hung silver rings on my three ear-piercings.

"Ready Raven!"

"Same here! Lets hit the mall!"

Climbing into Raven's jeep we cruised towards the mall taking as long as possible to get there. Finally reaching the gigantic stain glass windowed building we decided to hit the shoes first. Raven needing a new pair of flip-flops.

I searched around the store only finding one man who was there to tend the store; he was in his twenties with mousy brown hair, easy enough target. I gave Raven a nod as I made my way over to the guy making sure to sway my hips on the trip over. His full attention now on me I slowly engaged in a flirting banter all the while to make sure he was distracted. His attention fully on my body he failed to notice Raven ripping the price tag of the black rhinestone flip flips and then coyly slipping them into her handbag. She then walked out the store, waving goodbye I met her out front by one of the mall's indoor palm trees.

"Too easy."

"Yeh that guy was the easiest one yet!"

We did this all the time, sure we could buy things but the thrill of having it illegally just chilled me, chilled me into a happy state. The feeling of being bad always felt good;

The next store was a crystal earring shop, they had the most gorgeous yet delicate jewelry resulting for the earrings there to be very expensive.

I picked two pairs of earrings out, a cheap 10-dollar pair and an expensive pearl stud collection. Peeling of the price sticker I slowly slide the pearls into my pocket knowing that Raven was fully distracting the lady by questioning her on diamonds.

So not to look suspicious I walk up and buy the ten-dollar earrings, then I signal Raven to tell her that I have taken what I wanted.

"This is getting to easy."

"To boring, exactly!"

We walk back to the car in silence both of us lost in our own thoughts. But leaving it up to Raven she breaks the silence with the best news this week.

"PINK FLOYD IS COMING! AND YOU, ME, GAR, AND RICHARD ARE GOING TO SEE THEM!"

"Richard?"

"He bought the tickets."

"Oh."

I had to face him sooner or later; I couldn't avoid the man I cared for the most for long. And Pink Floyd, them being one of my favorite bands!

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The car ride to the concert was silent, Raven and I in the back and Gar and Richard at the front. I had drunken so much vodka before the concert that my mind could not function, I was just really nervous, and vodka always calmed me down.

The car jerked to a stop and the soft mumblings of my friends was nothing but incoherent problems. A hand gripped mine and I was softly guided to the main entrance, I felt dizzy and sick the world just a sphere with blurs lodged in it, But I couldn't show how dunk I was, how lost I felt, it would only prove to Richard that I needed help, and that was the last thing I needed.

The opening band played then Pink Floyd came one. I couldn't hear anything, see anything I was leaning on someone for support; by the bulk of muscle it was probably Richard.

The crowd was wild or so it seemed, I could feel a hundred pair of hands touch me in there angry rush to get as close as possible towards the band. I felt marked and trespassed and oh so guilty, then there was a jolt. My brain closing in fast nothing but black and darkness. A loud curse and the soft murmurs of people coming by was the last thing I heard.

I couldn't feel anything any more.

Then I was struck by a cold tingly feeling making me shiver and moan; the darkness fading leaving only tiny blotches of black in my clouded vision. The tingly sensation I soon realized was the wet tendrils of a cold shower, apparently had drunk so much I had passed out, missing the whole concert.

" You are awake."

I nodded, to tired and numb to speak, just accepting the cold pelting of the water and Richard's very angry expression.

"Goddamit, are you bloody insane! Vodka is lethal, and two hole bloody bottles, Kori someone could have died from that much intake you could have died!"

"But I didn't."

I gave him a sardonic grin for effect, drowsiness taking over my senses I was not in the mood for arguing let alone defending myself from my angry boyfriend.

"Fuck, Kori! You are ruining your life, the alcohol is controlling you, and we both know that's no t what you want. You said you were big you could take care of yourself that you depended on nobody. Well yes, you depend on alcohol, answer a question for me Kori, do you shiver and get jittery if you do not drink?"

What was he becoming a doctor now? With all these questions, but I decided against arguing at this point I was to tired.

"Yes."

"Do you drink as a child would drink milk?"

"Yes."

"Do you drink when your depressed?"

"Yes"

"When your happy?"

"Yes."

"Hes there been one day since the day you started drinking at the age of 15 that you had not had a bit of alcohol?"

"NO! Stop with the questions! You do not understand I drink for a reason I walk, talk, and breath and live to drink. Otherwise I would be nothing, no one cares Richard, and when they do its only from pity. The only one that cares is my bottle of vodka it cant talk back to me!"

A clapping noise was made and I spun around as quickly as my groggy mind could do to a man in a white trench coat and expensive looking clothes.

"Then you have just admitted that you're an alcoholic."

"What the fuck?"

"Im sorry I forgot to introduce myself, Im doctor Plum, your new best friend, I will be there at the rehab clinic to help you get through these tough times."

"No."

"Well then Kori, im afraid we are just going to have to force you."

I was picked up in Richard's firm arms, then handcuffed by Dr.Plums snow white wrinkled hands. I felt like a prisoner, and I was being jailed, sent away to a lifetime of imprisonment. Richard didn't love me, rehab was an excuse to get rid of me, so he wouldn't have to deal with me.

"Im sorry Kori, but its for the best, its because I love you."

"Fuck you Grayson. Go that to someone you actually love!"

I was being brash but I did not care, I was still slightly drunk and very groggy, and a blotched face Richard due to the fact I was blacking out again was the last thing I saw of the outside world for three months.

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"Good morning Kori, how was your sleep."

"Could've been better."

"You do realize you have been at our facility for three months?"

"Been counting down the days to get out of this mold fest, it smells like goddamn lavender all the time. I hate lavender."

Dr.Plums sighed, I guess he was glad I was leaving the rehab clinic I had been nothing but trouble for him. I made friends easily and we would go around messing about ditching scheduled sessions, but all in all I was a better person, I didn't drink vodka on a daily basis now I was served a small shot so I wouldn't get jittery but other than that I wasn't addicted.

And according to Plum I was ready to face the world again.

I walked into the sunlight, it was weird being outside I hadn't seen real daylight for three months, they didn't let us outside, they afraid we would run away, which we would have.

Richard was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, he looked gorgeous his long ebony locks now below the nape of his neck and his blue eyes a darker hue, his skin a tanned color and he had grown taller. All in a goddamn three months!

""Kori.."

He said my name in a breathy whisper and enveloped me in a hug. It felt distant and hesitant, not a good sign. He fingered my crimson locks they here cut in a triangular short cut that reached two inches above my shoulders. My long hair reminded me of too much pain so I had cut it, cut it until it no longer resembled the hair Koriander had once adorned.

He shook doctor Plums hand then we walked to the car in silence. But I didn't mind, the question plaguing me couldn't wait though.

"Richard. Not to be, well, have you met someone?"

Richard just looked at me, his eyes not smiling though he gave an all too fake smile, "Yeh just a girl from school, we are not serious though."

"Who is she?"

"Kitten.."

I merely just glanced at him then responded with a quick huff, "Cool."

The rest of the trip was nothing but small talk and the chit chat was awkward, I knew coming out of rehab that my life would definitely not be returned back to order, nor would it anytime soon.

" Tonight there is going to be a party at Vic's, now that your clean we can go together."

"Just like old times!"

I grinned; I was ready to show I had changed, though deep inside I knew the alcoholic Kori Anders still lingered.

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Two more chapters folks then It will be my first finished fanfic

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