Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Justine.

Daniel and I were playing ping pong again. “You suck at this,” I joked. He smirked. “I know, but I’d rather lose to you than anyone else. That’s the only reason I keep playing,” he flirted. I laughed slightly, brushing off his statement. “So, has Jacob called lately?” he asked. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I thought. “No, he’s been working,” I answered. “What does he do?” he asked. “Why are you so concerned?” I asked. “I’m just trying to keep the conversation going,” he slipped me an easy going smile while slowly approaches me. “We can keep it going, but not on this topic though,” I told him. “Okay, fine… what did you do on your off time before you got here?” he asked. “Drugs,” I answered. “Me too,” he smirked.

“So, who brought you here? I know you didn’t come here yourself,” he spoke, standing in front of me, invading my personal space. “Jacob brought me,” I spoke quietly, looking down. “My family brought me,” he spoke. I looked up at him. “They had a whole intervention after one of my siblings caught me snorting coke,” he went into detail. He moved closer towards me. “They forced me to pack my bags and they forced me into the car. They dropped me off and left me here, only a few of them coming to visit me,” he spoke as if he were unmoved by his family’s action.

“Don’t you miss them sometimes?” I asked. “Only the ones who don’t visit,” he answered. “Who are the ones who don’t visit?” I asked. “My parents”, he answered, “They don’t want to see me until they’ve heard from my siblings that I’ve been doing better.” “What have your siblings been saying?” I asked. “They talk to the facilitators, and the facilitators said that I don’t open up in sessions and shit like that,” he answered. “Well, why don’t you?” I asked. “They don’t know me. They don’t know about the feeling I get when I’m around my drugs. They don’t get it… It’s like… Nothing can separate us, my drugs and I. Those drugs are like my children… They’re like…” he paused. “My babies,” we spontaneously spoke. He looked into my eyes with a slight smile.

“Exactly,” he nodded. There was a brief silence between us as he struggled to gain my eye contact. “Maybe… if you seat in on my session, I might be able to open up,” he proposed, taking my hand into his. I looked at our hands, slowly taking mine from his. I remained silent as Dr. Georgina stepped into the room. “Daniel. It’s time for your session,” she spoke. “Can Justine come too?” he asked. “Only if she wants to,” she replied. Daniel looked at me, his eyes begging me to come. His eyebrows were knitted as he went into puppy mode. “Sure,” I smiled slightly at Dr. Georgina. Daniel smiled, taking my hand into his. “Come on,” he commanded, leading me into the room which he has sessions in.

I sat down in the corner of the room, behind Dr. G while Daniel sat in a chair parallel to her. “So, you want me to ask the questions that you never answer, or do what we always do and just skip everyth--.” “Ask me the questions,” he answered, glancing at me. “Okay… what made you want to do drugs?” she asked. “I don’t know… It was peer pressure at first, but that was just weed. I started getting into other stuff on my own,” he answered. “Was there an attachment to those drugs? And if so, what do you think caused the attachment?” she asked. “Of course there was an attachment. I was fucking addicted to the shit, Man… It’s an addiction. There’s really no cause of addiction besides using the shit again and again… But… addictions happen when those drugs… are the only things that make you happy anymore,” he answered. “What does make you happy?” she asked.

“Justine,” he answered, his eyes landing on me. I looked away, folding my arms across my chest. Dr. Georgina’s lips twisted in awkwardness. “Maybe I should leave you guys alone for a few minutes,” she spoke before leaving the room. There was a silence. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortab--.” “No, it’s fine… I just didn’t expect you to say that,” I spoke, looking down. “I really like you, Justine, and I know you have a boyfriend and what not, but… I feel like we just understand each other,” he spoke gently. My lips remained zipped. “Look, I know that Jacob has hurt you in one way or another, but if you were mine…” he paused. I looked up at him, realizing that he was now sitting in Dr. G’s chair. “What?” I asked. “If you were mine… I wouldn’t have sent you here against your will. I wouldn’t force you to change because I was ‘too embarrassed’ to have you around my friends,” he finished his thought.