Family Is Forever

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."