Teen girl, Chanel struggling after losing the two most important people In her life, her brother and Father. Stuck with an abusive mother driving her insane. Using drugs heavily. Stripping with her cousin to make any amount of money possible to skip...
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Chanels pov
With Charlotte as my new temporary sponsor, I honestly feel threatened. Last time I saw her she said some things that actually stuck with me. She made an effort which I did not want, not for myself. She has me thinking about my potential and purpose most of all. No idea what it is or even if I want to find out, but she does and I have a bad feeling she is going to push it out of me. Charlotte seems like the perfect girl, rich childhood, non divorced parents. All the good things in life, and honestly I'm using that image of her as a clutch.
It was Saturday morning and I'm walking to the park where we met last time. Once I got there she wasn't in the same spot as last, but sitting on a bench drinking coffee. Dressed in a pink pants suit, red heels and her blonde hair curled and pulled to the front. She smiled when she saw me, stood up and hugged me. I kept my hands at my side and just waited for her to pull away on her own. When she finally did, we took a seat across from each other and I tapped on the table. It was only 7:30 in the morning and I felt drowsy. I haven't taken anything since the game with Landon last night.
"You look beautiful today Chanel." She said opening up her binder. I chuckled to myself continuously tapping on the table. "Do you not agree?" I actually didn't. I threw my puffy and curly hair into a high bun while in sweats and a crop top. I was wearing Landon's jacket which I just noticed I never returned. "I look fine." She shrugged. "Then let's get right to it. Last we left off we were speaking of your family and your purpose." I knew it. "Would you like to start off by telling me more about your brother and father?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee. "No, not really." I said quickly.
"You're right, let's start simple. How have these days been, what have you done?" I stopped tapping the table and slipped my hands into the pocket of Landon's jacket. "If I'm being honest, more drugs." She laughed and brushed her hair out of her hair. "I can tell. However, besides that, school opened up. Have you made friends, went to parties?" I scoffed and looked past her, watching this girl running with her dog. I looked back at Charlotte, and saw she wanted a genuine answer. As much as I wanted to throw in her face how much drugs I was doing just to let her know this isn't working, I had no one to talk to. I wanted to talk to someone.
"My cousin's boyfriend threw a party a few days ago." She clapped and shut her binder. "I spent it with a new friend of mine. Been spending most of my days with him actually. He's the Bugs to my Lola." She leaned in and set her drink aside, confused. "I loved Looney Tunes growing up." I admitted through a tiny laugh. "Is he a good influence for you?" I scoffed and tilted my head at her. "No, he's close to reaching my level of questioning drugs from reality. But not too close." If anything I was the bad influence on Landon, he took whenever I took and I take at all times. I don't think he was as involved as he is now. Charlotte opened up her binder and placed it in her lap writing something down.
"What do you guys take together?" I looked at her and before I could even answer she answered for me. "Anything, right? That's okay, tell me about this person." She closed the binder again as I pulled my hands out and rubbed my face. "Why?" Her eyes turned to slants. "Would you rather speak of your family?" I shook my head. "Chanel why do you have such hard times opening up about those close to you? Are you ashamed of them?" I looked at her, waiting for her to answer again but this time she didn't. "I don't know?" It's as if I was asking if that's the right answer.
