drugs ; dorbyn

chapter 1

C O R B Y N

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i wake up, craving something.

chocolate cake.

"ashley!" i yell loudly.

"what do you want?" she yells back, pissed that i'm awake. my siblings aren't fond of me. but i don't really care. i'm the oldest. i have to take care of them.

"do we have chocolate cake?" i yell back.

"no! you spent all of our extra money on fucking drugs!"

oh right.

darn, i really wanted cake.

anyways...

my phone starts to ring, earning a loud groan to escape my mouth. i quickly pick up my phone that was thrown on the floor last night and answer it.

"hey corbyn! how's the morning been?"

ah yes. my therapist. both of my siblings and all of my teachers in school suggested that i get one, so i did. her name is christina marie harris, and to be honest, i'd hit that. she's gorgeous.

"hey chrissy." i answer back, starting to feel a headache. "i just woke up."

"corbs, you need to wake up earlier. do you seriously need another lecture?"

"if it's from you, hell yeah."

"i can feel you smirking corbyn. reminder, i'm married."

"hey, nobody gotta know."

"corbyn matthew."

"yes gorgeous?"

"stop flirting with me. don't forget to take a shower today, then meet me at 3. goodbye corbyn."

"bye christina."

•••

"amazing! corbyn you're defiantly getting better." christina says to me, a smile spread on her beautiful face.

"i know." i say.

christina thinks i've been using drugs less. but honestly, i haven't changed anything. i just tell her so she won't be disappointed in me.

"corbyn, you're probably one of the best patients i've ever had." christina says.

i lean a little closer to her, pushing her hair behind her ear. our lips almost touch, but she pushes me away.

"corbyn i can't." she tells me. "i'm married. and you're a drug addict."

"but i've been getting better chris!" i lie.

"corbyn, i'll see you next week." christina says, then walks out of her office.

dammit.

i get out of the chair and quickly leave the office, trying to hide my embarrassment. i look down at my shoes, quickly walking.

suddenly, i feel a force bump into me. i look up and see a beautiful brown haired boy. woah. never thought i'd find a boy beautiful.

"o-oh i-i'm s-sorry." i stutter out.

okay, what the fuck was that?

"it's fine. i should've been watching where i'm going." the angel says to me. "i'm daniel."

"i'm corbyn." i say to him. "you look like a good kid, why're you here?"

"i'm gay. my parents aren't accepting so they send me to therapy. what about you." daniel answers, his voice quieter.

"um i'm gay to." i lie. "but my parents aren't alive."

"oh. well can i have your digits?"

"absolutely."

i give daniel my phone, and he quickly puts his number in. we bid our fair wells, then i quickly make my way home.

"hey corbyn, you're home early." jorden says. he obviously wanted me gone longer.

i just ignore him and head up to my room. i quickly get out my favorite kind of white powder, and take a nice sniff.

"ahh." i say. everything that happened today was a little to much for me.

i just need to relax

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daniel's parents are gonna be like this. i'm sorry :'(