young lies

chapter twenty three - therapy's important

bex peacefully peels her eyes open as for the first time in a while she had woken up by herself and without someone screaming in her ear.

she lays staring at her ceiling blankly before a small frown emerges on her face. sitting up slightly she takes in her surroundings and realizes that she's laying on her bed, covered in her throw blanket, and still in the clothes she was wearing yesterday.

her frown deepens, not remembering moving herself into her bed. the last thing she recalls was talking with landon on the floor. however, her eyes instantly widen and her chest immediately warms as she registers that landon was the one to move her into her bed.

she feels joy when she thinks of it, but so many emotions are brought up when thinking of the previous day that her face remains blank. her eyes then move down to her arm as she remembers her bandages and embarrassment fills her at her vulnerability. however, she does feel significantly lighter after opening up.

bex is suddenly pulled from her thoughts as the door violently swings open, slamming against the wall at the aggression. jumping and looking towards the intruder bexley sees a frantic looking nick rushing towards her.

"big mother fucking problem." the brunette pants. "like going to blow out plans completely out of the water kind of problem."

"context is important." bex frowns, sitting up to sit at the edge of her bed.

nick huffs and places the palms of her hands on her forehead as she paces. "the thompson's called social services after our breakdown last night."

"they called dorothy? are you shitting me?" bex stands up and steps closer to her friend.

"nope." nick laughs sarcastically. "they called a family therapist that works for social services."

"fuck."

"yep."nick stops her pacing and turns to bex. "and she's coming by the house today."

"double fuck." bexley groans, running her hands through her hair. releasing a giant sigh she looks back to nick. "we have to call sam, don't we?"

clenching her eyes and nodding her head, nick lets out an exasperated, "yeah."

"great." bex groans and stalls for a moment before lifting up her mattress and pulling out her hidden phone. after dialling sam's number she looks back up to her friend. "you're doing the explaining."

"what? why me?"

"because you're the one who talked to ed and liz."

"what? that's not a good reason."

"well, i'm not doing it."

"yes you are-"

"hey bex. what do you need?" sam's voice comes through the phone.

"hey." bex says awkwardly.

"what's up, sam?" nicks adds.

"oh, hi nick."

"hi," her and bex send each other back and forth glares before nick gives in with a sigh. "so we have a bit of a situation."

"what kind of situation are we talking about?" his tone shifts from friendly to slightly irritated.

"well, the thompson's think that bex and i aren't happy here, and now a family therapist is on her way. a real one." nick says, her voice sounding agitated.

sam pauses for a moment. "what did you do?"

"we didn't do anything." bex defends with a frown. "we skip one day of school and lie about and they get all in their feels."