Max's POV
God how did I get myself here?? Currently I am sitting in the middle of the Byers living room feeling like absolute crap waiting for one of the dipshits to give me a dumb lecture saying how they 'care for me' and 'they just want to help' but it doesn't really feel like that when they all stare at me with disappointment, Hopper clears his throat before pulling his chair in front of me,
"Max, you know I love you like my daughter but what the hell were you thinking??" He frowns,
"Hop!" Joyce softly hits him,
"I'm sorry, I am just extremely disappointed" Hopper sighs
"Yea well I really don't give two shits what any of you think" I snap,
"You should, Max if you don't try stop this you could die"
"Maybe that's what I want" I avoid his eye contact,
"Well I'm not going to stand by and let that happen, from now on you're staying here with full time watch, you're going to be homeschooled and you are not leaving this house alon-"
"You can't do that!" I yell,
"Oh yes I can! Max we are trying to help you!" He says, I scoff and try to get up but quickly hit the deck as I regain conciseness in my legs, I sharply inhale as my legs start to burn and twitch but I try to ignore,
"Max stop" Steve steps forward to help me up,
"Do not touch me Harrington" I growl and start to drag myself across the wooden floors,
"Steve bring her back" Hopper orders, Steve shrugs his shoulders and grabs me by my armpits,
"STOP DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME" I scream making me lightheaded,
"I'm sorry" Steve says as he places me back infront of Hopper,
"Max you have to let us help you" Hopper says,
"please i-i will stop I just need one n-now" I beg as I start to feel nauseated,
"it's okay" Jonathan sits down beside me and holds down my leg that I didn't even realise started to shake,
"it's n-not" I put my hand over my mouth and run to the kitchen sink, Jonathan grabs me as my legs give out while I vomit in the Byers sink,
"Just get it all out" He says,
"what the fuck do y-you think i'm doing" I wipes my face and use my strength to stand on my feet,
"Just breathe" Jonathan says,
"Oh piss off" I shove him off me and limp my way to Jonathans room,
"Where are you going??" Hopper yells, I ignore him and start to look around Jonathan's room, there HAS to be something in here,
"there's nothing in here Max" Jonathan stands in the doorway,
"Yes there is" I frantically search as my headache pounds,
"I quit months ago" He says,
"Where are they!?" I yell,
"What did you do with them!?" I start to throw things around his room,
"I flushed it all" Jonathan calmly replies,
"N-No you didn't, I know you have some!" I tear the sheets off his bed,
"Max stop!" Hopper comes in the room and grabs me,
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME" I head butt him right in the face making him stumble back,
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Mad Max
FanfictionMax Mayfield has addiction in her genes but she has no intentions becoming anything like her parents so she avoids anything to do with the substances, that is until she goes through great pain turning her to the dark side where she plans to stay. TW...
