Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

49. Withdrawal

(Warning:addiction, drug withdrawals, sexual content,smut.) ♡ This will be a long chapter, the plot is leading to a let of new things and I really hope you guys will like it. I can't wait for you guys to see where this goes in the future ♡

                                                                (Timothée's pov)

I hear the door slam in confirmation that our parents and everyone they brought along with them today for that unexpected ambush, have finally left.

"They're gone." I say opening the bathroom door and letting my my eyes fall onto a somber looking Amelia.

"I heard what you said to Natalie." Amelia says as she looks up to me from the bathtub.

"I'm glad you did, because I meant it." I say with a shrug as a pucker my lips to the side.

I watch Amelia while she soaks in the tub. She looks like she's deep in thought, then her eyes begin to well up with tears, and I'm unsure why.

"I don't want to leave you Timothée. Promise me that you won't let anyone separate us?" She brings her knees to her chest as she starts to cry.

It breaks my heart to see her like this and I kneel next to her by the bathtub so I am eye level with her now. "Listen to me baby. No one is going to separate us. Don't worry about that. You and me are forever type of deal." I gently stroke her face, feeling her warm tears fall onto my hands.

"But you heard them Timothée!" She shivers. "My mom said she wants to get us "help". Knowing her that means she's going to call up one of her many doctor friends and send us off somewhere individually. I can't leave you. I WON'T." She keeps crying and the more that she speaks, the more hysterical she gets.

I watch her breakdown and for a brief moment in time, I feel some assurance that she needs me this much. It makes me feel loved and wanted and truthfully, that's all I ever needed to feel from her. My self absorbed tendency of wanting to feel loved by her is replaced with a sense of worry because it just proves that our addiction has amplified our attachment to one another.

"Amelia? Take a deep breath for me okay?" I hold her face in my hands and try to calm her frantic breathing. She chokes on her cries before she starts to calm down while I hold her head steady and don't break eye contact with her.

"I love you. No one can keep us apart. Everything's going to be okay I promise. I think you're just coming down from the drugs and our parent's cornering us like that triggered you." I speak to her softly as I try to ease her nerves.

"I love you Timothée. I'm sorry for any of the moments I made you feel like I didn't. I love you so much that it hurts." She says to me frantically like she needs me to know. As much as I loved hearing that, I start to really panic now because it's obvious that her emotional outbursts is a sign of her withdrawals from the drugs that we've both pumped into our systems that last few weeks.

"Baby? I need you to hear me out okay? You're having side effects from all the drugs we've been doing the past month. This happens.. it's normal and it's happened to me before too. It's your body's way of telling you to slow down." I say as I grab the back of her neck and gaze into her fearful eyes. "Let me take care of you alright? You have me. I'm not going anywhere but please just trust me. We have to do this so we don't end up being separated by our parents." My voice is calm and I keep looking at her so she understands, and she starts to nod in realization.

"I trust you. I'll let you take care of me." She says with a frightened look on her face before burying her head into my chest.

I pull her out of the bathtub subtly and wrap her up in a towel. I put my arm around her and start to guide her to the bed. "Lay down. I'm going to make a couple of phone calls. We both are going to get better together Amelia. This has been one hell of an experience but I think we've gone too far Amelia..we both look sick and I need to be the stronger one for once and be the fucking man that you need. I'll do what's right for us." I say as I watch her lean back on the bed in exhaustion.