Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence

Chapter 95

Jen's POV

"Did I say that out loud?" I mumble into her chest awkwardly.

"Yeah..." She drags out the response that makes my chest tighten in fear. Leaning my head out of her chest but keeping my eyes downcast I stutter to my defence.

"You don't have to say it back I know that you're probably not ready after Zoey and everything but I just wanted to-" I rush to defend my stupidity of blurting out my supposedly inner thoughts.

How in the hell have I managed this one? Good bloody going.

"I love you too," She admits and I slowly lift my head up to look at her.

"You- you do?" I stammer out as I investigate her expression. She seems confident with a tinge of excitement.

"Yes," She nods allowing a smile to wriggle its way onto her lips.

"Sooooo..." I murmur fighting down a smile.

"So..." She repeats my response as she thinks.

"We love each other?" She asks for confirmation and I nod nervously.

Her smile begins to transition into a smirk and she finds the courage to engage her playful side. A side of her that I love.

"I'm gonna need oral confirmation," She tells me.

"That was not meant to be sexual but either or works," She places her hands on my waist and I giggle at her.

"Yes," I pause looking up into her eyes and placing my hands on either side of her neck.

"We love each other," I grin timidly causing her smile to grow into a crooked and uncontrolled grin.

"Come here," She wraps her arms around me gently and pulls me into her in a protective and comforting way.

I can't tell you how happy I am that I found her. Sounds silly after such a short amount of time but I can't help it, she makes me feel safe and loved. No one has ever had this effect on me and I'm glad they haven't.

When we got to New York my mind had averted from it's happy glowing state to its worried and decaying one. Pulling up outside my apartment is probably the worst part so far, I dread this conversation like a fish dreads a lack of water.

I have to try and explain my motives for everything that's changed due to my decisions.

This should be fun.

Walking into the apartment with Piper following I'm hit with a very earthy scent and I know exactly what it is.

Looking to Piper I furrow my eyebrows and she has an awkward look in her eyes. She clearly knows too.

"Katie?" I call out into the apartment and don't get a response. As I walk through I can see the smoke still lingering in the air and I begin to grow conflicted.
Should I be annoyed? I've done it before and I still do take the opportunity at times, it's not a drastic drug, nothing addictive. Well at least not to my knowledge.

"Could you open a window it's like a hot box in here," I ask Piper as I wave the scent away from my nose.

"Sure," She nods jumping to attention. She's always like that, she doesn't change her work attitude just because we're an item.

Making my way into the bedroom I find Katie sitting on the side of the bed in a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a pair of black Canterbury track pants. She must have been at the gym.

"Hey," I smile slightly and she looks up with a tired and spaced out look in her blue glinting eyes.

"You okay?" I walk in and kneel in front of her.

"Uh Huh," She nods.

"You sure about that? It's like a hot box in here," I chuckle lightly to try and get some sort of substantial response from her. Weed has never done this to me before, she seems impossible to reach.

"Oh yeah," She looks out the door into the rest of the apartment.

"Hey look at me," I take a hold of her chin and pull her face back to look at mine.

"What are you on?" I ask her growing angry. She can't just be on weed.

She can barely reply. What the hell is wrong with her? Why is she doing this to herself? Is this my fault?

Giving up on her replying I look around the room and my eyes land on the problem as they cast across the nightstand beside me.

A white powdery substance is dusted on the surface of the stand in perfect lines and beside those lines lies a tightly rolled one hundred dollar bill.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I stand up and look at her in disappointment. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes but I fight them from falling. Instead they glaze over my confused corneas.

"What?" She stammers looking up at me.

"You're on cocaine?!" I yell at her.

She just looks at me and fear does eventually start to trickle into her eyes but it takes a minute or so of my disappointment staring into her.

"Everything okay? I heard yelling," Piper walks in.

"No everything is not okay. She's on fucking drugs!" I yell helplessly and Piper takes on a surprised look as she carefully walks in and looks around the room as she does so.

"It's not really my place to say anything Jen," She tells me, clearly scared to say anything in case she upsets me but I need her to.

"You have my blessing cause I can't find words," I stutter to her and she gulps tensely.

"Okay em..." She comes to a stop beside me and looks over Katie's state.

"Why are you doing it?" She asks her strongly.

"Doing what?" She asks back in a raw tone all the fear she was harnessing is now gone and her expression is pallid.

"Drugs,"

"Escape," She replies simply and I feel a small helping of guilt.

"How long has this gone on for?" Piper's jaw clenches.

"A few months," The same raw tone speaks.

"Aren't you even a little bit scared right now?" Piper's voice is becoming more and more angered.

"No," She sighs back looking down and I can't take this. Storming out Piper follows after me and I ignore her calls for me to stop. When I get to the elevator the doors close on her and I let the tears slip.

What have I done?

A/N: Thoughts? Anyone surprised? Leave a Long comment below about what you want to happen!