H.E.L.P. ... I'm addicted

Part 2 - Admittance

Falling asleep on the couch, Lindsey was unaware of Stevie, she was standing right next to him with her doll in her arms. If anyone was to walk in at that moment, with how the room was so dark and the only light was from the moon outside, it'd look like a horror movie. She was expressionless and looked as if she was plotting some serious crime but far from it, lost in deep thought as she cocked her head to the side and continued staring at Lindsey below. He finally felt the awkward stare, startled as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes, noticing who she was now as he turned on a lamp.

"Stevie...?  Hey, what time is it? Are you alright?" 

All she did was blink, checking him over, taking in every bit of him that she hasn't seen in these last few years.

"Look," rubbing his brow, "...I know you're going through some really heavy stuff right now but the way you kind of sneak up on me like that, it creeps me out. It's not like you to be so quiet and frankly, it makes me entirely uneasy."

"Cold..." Stevie spoke, "...I'm cold."

"Well," smiling as he opened his arms, "...why didn't you just say so? C'mere, honey," holding her close as she curled up at his side.

"I'm sorry."

He ran a hand over the side of her face, lingering near her chin, "It's okay, a little scare won't harm me."

"No..." staring off across the room, "...I'm sorry for how you have to be here."

Tilting up her chin, Lindsey ran his thumb across her lower lip, "Don't ever apologize for something like this, Steph, you know that no matter what we have been through - I will never, ever let you go through anything alone."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Her question took him by surprise, not even believing she'd think of him with another woman, "...yeah. I do."

"What's her name?"

"Cheri."

"Is she pretty?"

Lindsey nodded, "...yeah, she is."

"More than me?"

How could he answer something like that? Yes, Cheri was pretty but there was no woman that could ever be as beautiful as Stevie. "Why would you ask me that?"

"That answers my question," standing up from the couch as she went trailing across the Living room, looking herself over in a mirror that hung over a table of picture frames. "I told my mother not to uncover the mirrors..." Stevie's blood starting to boil as she then leaned over to slide all of the photographs on to the floor, slamming her fists in to the table as she then ripped the mirror down from it's hinges. "I TOLD HER NO MIRRORS! I SPECIFICALLY BEGGED FOR THEM TO STAY COVERED! I COVERED THEM! I WILL NOT LOOK AT MYSELF! I WILL NOT ALLOW MYSELF TO SEE THE DISGUSTING PIG THAT I'VE BECOME! WHY? WHY DOES SHE DOES THIS TO ME?!"  hands bloody from the broken glass that shattered against the tabletop.

"Stevie!" Lindsey cried out, rushing to her side as he gripped on to her wrists, watching her go through a literal tantrum as he got her down on to the floor. He sat down on top of her back while pinning her arms behind her body, keeping her from doing anymore harm as her legs kicked from beneath. "Calm down! Stop it! You are not a child!" listening to her crying.

"What is going on in here?!" asked Barbara as Jess stood behind her. "TeeDee, darling, what on Earth...?"

Lindsey rolled off of her as he pulled her up from the floor, holding her to his chest, "It's okay, I have it under control."

"Under control?"  gesturing towards the broken glass. "You call this, under control?!"

"I've got it, I promise, just go back to bed. I will clean it up and take care of her. It was just an accident," explained Lindsey.