Life's What You Make It

Chapter 48

Guess who's back and better than ever? Those sausage wraps ain't the only thing you gone see twice. It's yo girl T, lessgo!

It's been a wholeeeee damn minute but I've finally finished uni for ever... let's manifest that 1st class degree real quick. (I actually finished over a month ago (AND GOT THAT FIRST CLASS DEGREE), but I've been a busy girl)

Please bare with as I have no idea where I'm going with this lmfaoooo there is also a really long flashback, that didn't need to be as long as it is but I couldn't stop and it made sense in my mind lmao

PSA: Beyoncé is still pregnant

Jasmine's POV
"Jas, where you going?" I heard Bey say from the kitchen as I was about to make my way upstairs.

"Nowhere..." I replied, sighing walking back into the kitchen.

"So, how was therapy yesterday?" She asked.

"You asked that yesterday..." I replied, my eyebrow raised slightly.

"Yeah, and I'm asking again." She said, suspicion laced in her voice.

It was around 5 weeks since the whole drug addiction thing was exposed and although I think I'm getting better, Bey and Dad would say different. They still can't really trust me on my own yet, which is annoying considering it's been 5 weeks. While they don't say it directly, I can tell that as much as they think I brought it on myself that they can't let me be on my own for long, I keep trying to tell them I'm better now. I even took it on my own volition to stop therapy because I don't think I need it anymore, I'm just yet to tell anyone this decision yet, even my therapist herself.

Michelle even had words with Bey about letting me out on my own, but Bey refused to hear what she was saying in case I did something again. I understand she's just worried, but I'm getting better now. I'll admit, I have bad days, but doesn't everybody? Granted sometimes my bad days are really bad, and I tend to have more bad days than good recently, especially at night, but when I'm distracted I'm okay. I just want to be distracted by different people, like my friends. I want to see different people, instead of family every second of the day. However, since Michelle spoke to Bey, and Kelly and Solange backed her up, her and dad agreed that if I wanted to go out, I'm only allowed for an hour, and as soon as I step through the front door, I have to do a drug test. I suppose it makes sense, but it's still highly annoying.

So yesterday, dad didn't finish work until late that night, all of Bey's family were busy, and Bey had a meeting, she ended up just dropping me off at the therapists office and driving off once she saw me walk in. But had she been there with me, like I originally wanted, or anyone been there with me, maybe then I would've actually gone in and not sat on the steps outside waiting for her to come back. Maybe then I wouldn't have solely decided to cancel every other meeting after, without a warning to anyone. I personally think that's Bey's fault, she knew from the first meeting I didn't want to do it on  my own, and what did she do on meeting five? Left me on my own. So for that, that is her fault. Would I tell her that? Absolutely not.

"Jas? Jas? Jasmine?!" I heard Beyoncé call followed by her clicking in my face, bringing me back into reality as I blinked my thoughts away.

"Hm?" I asked, turning my attention towards her.

"Hm?" She mocked me and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes in response. "I said how was therapy yesterday?"

"Fine, like I told you yesterday." I shrugged, turning on my heal to go back into the living room.

"Aht aht, not so fast." She clicked again as I turned around. "Try that again."

"What?"

"How was therapy really? And before you answer, let me tell you now, I've just been on the phone to Dr Smith." She said, her eyebrows raised as she stared daggers into my soul. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as I fidgeted with my hands. I'd been well and truly caught out.