Who Would I Be Without You? //Ben Cook fanfic// *FINISHED*

Eighteen: Secrets UnCovered...

A/N: Okay. So this chapter is gonna be a little bit heavier than previous ones....In the next few chapter, there will be references to mental illnesses like anxiety and depression, miscarriages, suicidal thoughts and attempts, self harm, sex (but not explicit!) and maybe some substance abuse so if you are sensitive to any those, this is your warning and a heads up. And with that said, here's chapter 18...

I use my key to get into the apartment and as soon as I set foot into the house, a chorus of worried and concerned voices whirled around me in a blur, question upon question being thrust upon me;

"Where have you been?!"

"Why haven't you been answering your phone?"

"We've been worried sick!"

"Have you been getting my texts?"

I close the door behind me, shrugging off my coat and scarf and heading for the kitchen. "I honestly have no idea why you all are freaking out so much, I was literally just out with some friends!" I reassure them, kicking my shoes off next to the door and slumping my bag on the floor.

"Then explain this to me Liv." Mom says, her voice trembling as she step up in front of me and hands me a bottle of pills.

I freeze, staring at the bottle held out in front of me. Mom had packed it in my carry on, I hated taking them, they helped me feel better obviously but they made me feel sick, so I stopped taking them for a while...that's when things went down hill.

"My anxiety medication? I told you Mom, I don't need it as much as I did last year!" I say, laughing nervously, trying to comfort her.

"It's not just for your anxiety Liv! The amount of panic attacks and depressive episodes you've had in the last 2 years is worrying me, you need to be taking your medication honey!"

"What?" a voice says from the doorway, I turn and look at Ben leaning on the door frame. "Last time I heard, the last panic attack you had was when you were 13..."

I close my eyes, feeling tears well up, threatening to spill down my cheeks.

Mom sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Honey? What's going on?"

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes tightly shut, "I-I don't n-need them anymore..." I mumble, not able to hide the emotion in my voice.

"Sweetheart we've talked about this--" Dad begins, which is when I finally snap.

"No Dad! We haven't talked about anything! You and Mom did all the talking with Dr. Hopkins and I just sat there and absorbed it!" I yell, hot tears rolling down my face.

"Olivia!" Mom snapped back at me, surprised by my outburst.

"Oh don't 'Olivia!' Me Mom!" I growl, turning to her. "You followed along with everything that shithead of a doctor had to say! I was broken and needed to be fixed as soon as possible because god forbid the Cook's have a messed up, imperfect basket case for a kid!"

Ben walks up to me, putting a hand on my arm gently. "Olivia please don't do this--"

I snatch my arm away and swat his to the side. "Don't even try act like the Martyr here Benjamin! It's because of you I had to start taking those damn meds in the first place!" I shout, more tears spilling out of my eyes by the minute.

"Mr. Perfect...Mr. Golden Boy...The favourite child who never does anything wrong, the one everyone loves and wants to be friends with, the one who gets all the praise!" I snap, my voice becoming lower and lower with each word I speak.