Ride Or Die

Rosemarie Joy

Rosemarie Joy



"How are you feeling today, Miss James?" The lady across from me, Rosemarie Joy, asked while grasping her notepad and pencil tightly. I scanned my therapist over with pursed lips, her blonde hair bounced off her shoulders and her smile was beautiful, fake but beautiful nonetheless. The room was spacious, the only real things filling it were colorful and happy trinkets. "Fine," I shrugged mindlessly. The woman then gave off a sense of disapproval resulting in me changing my answer, "I mean, better."
She nodded quickly before jotting down notes. I rolled my eyes, people like her could take the most simple sentence and turn it into a life lesson or explanation for a problem. So dramatic. "Have you still been experiencing the hallucination that began two months ago?" She questioned, turning her attention back to me. "Not recently, no." She continued to write as she spoke, "How does it feel to be free of him?" I grunted as she referred to my dead baby brother as a simple 'him.' I didn't like that. "A part of me is happy again, I feel like a weight has been lifted." I paused before continuing in an almost whisper, "But a different part misses him, not the state he was in, just him all together."
The session eventually came to an end with Rosemarie wrapping her lengthy arms around my upper body and I stood there awkwardly. I felt as if she was paid to hug me. I rolled my eyes at this entire situation. After all, I was only here by force. Or actually it was a request, but a rather demanding one. Jason.
After making my way through the door way I saw Jason sitting in one of the waiting chair, flipping aimlessly through an out-dated magazine. We had been through this process what seemed like a hundred times. Jason drives me to my therapist meetings to make sure I get there, stays to make sure I don't escape, then drives me home to listen to me complain about how useless the sessions are. It was becoming routine.
"I still can't believe you are making me do that," I spat as I slid into the passenger side of his stunning white Ferarri. Jason chuckled and glanced over to me before whipping the car out of it's original parking spot and speeding off. "It's helping, isn't it?"
"No," I lied.
"You're an awful liar, Paisley James."
"Shut up, McCann."

I loved Jason, I did, but a part of me missed the old us. Before the... accident, Jason treated me like a regular person. Ever since though, he has acted as if I was a glass doll, so breakable. I was fragile at first I will admit, but I've come so far and Jason doesn't even notice he acts more like my father than the guy I am supposed to be in love with.

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"Paisley Kay James!" I scoffed as he called me by my full name, how I despised it. "Yes, Micah?" I shuffled into his office with my hands in my pockets, avoiding eye contact. "We have a mission." I gulped at his words. I hadn't really been sent to do anything since Jonathan, I had time off and Jason took care of everything. I guess that was changed now that I was working on getting better, time to get back into the swing of things. "Alright," I sighed, pushing myself into the plush chair that was sitting across from the rather large black desk. I propped my tiny feet up on the table, using it as a foot rest but not without being scolded almost immediately.
"I need you to go make a deal with Thomson's gang."
"What kind of deal?"
"Drug."
I gasped, "That's not fair, Jason does all the drug deals!" I pointed my left thumb towards the door as if to gesture at an invisible Jason. Micah shook his head, "Jason is taking care of other business, along with Haley and Beau. That's why I came to you." I shook my head, slouching back into the seat and wrapping my arms around my body, "Fine."
"You leave tonight."
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"I don't wanna!" I announced once again, complaining to Jason as I fell back into his ginormous bed that was much comfier than my own. Jason chuckled before pulling me onto his chest and combing out my black locks that streamed down my entire back. "This is so dumb," I huffed leaning into my hand as he moved my hair to the side and began to leave a trail of kisses down the side of my neck from behind. The feeling of him so close relaxed me. That boy knew how to shut me up.
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Jason pushed the last bag into the trunk of my Range Rover and slammed the back shut. "Be safe," He reminded me before I pulled him down by the front of his shirt until my lips could successfully plant themselves on his. He slid his hand gently behind my neck, supporting it, before pulling away and leaning his forehead to mine, "Don't forget to be back by tomorrow night." I cocked my head to the side in a puzzled manner. "You have another therapy session," He reminded me. I pushed the palms of my hands against his chest and rolled my eyes, "Nice way to ruin the moment, McCann