drugs ; dorbyn

chapter 5

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corbyn sighs, his head between his knees. his breathing was heavy, making christina worried.

"corbyn, please look at me."

corbyn looks up at christina, his eyes slightly red. if someone asked him, he'd say he was high, but really he had been crying. he absolutely hated his life, and the one good thing in it ran off.

"corbyn, what's wrong?"

"i'm high." corbyn responds weakly. christina gives him the 'i don't believe you' look.

"you're not. i'll make you take the drug test if you want to continue with this."

"fine." corbyn says. he sighs loudly. "daniel saw me smoking. an-and he hasn't talked to me in a week."

"aww corbs." christina says, pulling corbyn into a hug. "talk to him."

"i-i want to. but he blocked me. i just want to talk to him." tears were starting to fall down corbyn's face.

"corbyn, honey, look at me." christina says, lifting corbyn's face up with her fingers. "sweetie, please take a breath in."

corbyn starts to breathe in and out, and soon becomes calmer. christina lays him down on the therapy bed she had and lightly strokes his hair.

"chris?" corbyn whispers.

"yes corbyn?"

"i think i like daniel.."

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daniel sits in the chair across from christina, his posture perfect. his eyes were slightly red, but he had done a nice job at covering up his face after he had cried. his father had came home late last night and had started a fight with daniel, calling him a fag and hitting him multiple times across the head.

but daniel has to be perfect. if he's not, he'll be kicked to the curb.

"slouch." christina instructs, and daniel finally lets his guard down.

"so daniel." christina says. "what's been up?"

"nothing." daniel says, pulling his hood's string. his hood was up to cover up bruises that wouldn't cover up with his moms concealer.

"dani," christina says, leaning over towards him. "take down your hood please."

"no."

"daniel please." christina says. "i'm someone you can trust."

daniel sighs, then pulls down his hood. christina lightly gasps when she sees the sides of daniels face littered with dark bruises.

(nOt hickeys. i stg if y'all comment shit like that i will go off)

"daniel.." christina whispers, lightly trailing her fingers across daniels face. daniel finches back, then pulls up his hood. "you're almost 18. soon you'll be out of there."

"can i just lay down?" daniel asks, his voice barely above a whisper. christina nods and daniel lays down, his arms laying on top of him. he closes his eyes, and lets out a deep breath. christina excuses herself to get daniel and her some water, then quickly leaves the therapy room.

the door to the therapy room swings open, and the faux blonde that had been in daniels mind for the past week walked in.

"oh shit." corbyn says once his eyes land on daniel. "i-i forgot my earbuds. i'll just grab them and go."

"corbyn?" daniel asks quietly, his eyes still shut. "can you stay for a minute?"

"um, yeah of course." corbyn says, then sits down next to daniel. he starts to hum a calming tune, watching daniel breathe.

"you sound amazing." daniel says. corbyn blushes.

"thanks daniel."

corbyn stares at daniel, deciding whether to kiss his forehead or not. he starts to lean in, then presses his lips onto daniels forehead.

"corbyn?" daniel whispers once corbyn was sat up again.

"yes?"

"do you maybe want to go out for coffee?"

"absolutely."

"you've just got to do one thing for me."

"what's that?"

"quit smoking."

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hEh.