Remedy Book: 5

4-Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart

I Know I'm Not Your Only, But At Least im One.

I Heard A Little Love Is Better Than None.

Oh Babe, Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart, Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart Is All Im Asking For.

-Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart-Ariana Grande (Written By Sexy Ass Harry Styles.)

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Emmy's P.O.V

"Ma." Remmy cried loudly, I was kind of embarrassed cause we were at a place that would get me help.

I would've left the twins with Flawsy but she refused to watch them, saying she had 'Plans.' and the other two aren't old enough to watch them.

"Shh Remedy."

"Juice?" She asked.

"Ill get you juice when we go home okay?"

I looked at Joey who was chasing Miry around the waiting room, she liked to run off and when we brought her back she'd just run away again.

"Emilee Graceffa, they're ready to see you know."

I stood up and handed Remmy to Joey and she started screaming even louder, she was worse than Cherry was when she was that age. But Remmy is just attached to me, Cherry was that way because she was a brat.

I walked back into the room hiding myself from the glares I got from having a screaming child.

"Hi Emmy, sit down." I looked at the man who was probably in his fifties.

"So your husband tells me you have issues that we should discuss."

"You mean the fact that I took a pill?" I asked. "Arent you a smart one?" He laughed.

"Emmy Im just going to ask you a few questions and I would like you to answer them, okay?" He asked. I nod.

"How Old are you?"

"Thirty Seven."

"Do you have children?"

"Yea, si.....I mean five.." I said.

"Something you love?" He asked.

"Joey Graceffa. My children."

"Something you hate?"

I sighed. "Joey Graceffa."

"Biggest fear?"

I looked at him for a moment before answering.

"Death." I answered after a few secounds.

He writes it down on his notepad.

"Can you name all your children in order from oldest to youngest?"

"Flawless, Endless, Matthew, Miracle, Remedy. What are the point of these questions?"

"Just getting you to think about people you love and people that rely on you."

"Okay..."

"Why do you hurt these people?" "I don't." I replied. "How many of your kids are sexually active, into drugs, or show signs of depression?"

"They are 15, 7, 12, and 13 months old." "Kids can show signs of depression as early as three years of age."

"Don't you just know everything?" I rolled my eyes.

"Are you depressed?"

"What?"

"You're depressed and look at drugs as a way out." he told me. I shrugged "Probably so."

"Well I'm going to write you a prescription for stronger depression pills and getting you meetings with a rehab coach."

"Rehab?"

"Yes. Ill inform your husband." "He doesn't rule my life."

"No but he's the one thats trying to save." He said writing down a prescription. "Here you go, you may go."

I got up and walked out.

"Hey what'd he say?" Joey asked. "He'll probably call you later and tell you all about it." I said taking Remmy back in my arms.

"Okay..." We walked to the car.

"Are you okay?" "No Joey, Im not. Why can't you let me live my life?"I asked. "Because if you keep living the life that you are you're going to fucking kill yourself Emmy."

"Shut the fuck up okay?" I said strapping the twins into their carseats.

I shut the doors and Joey grabbed my wrist, the one that had Cherry's name tattooed on it.

"No Emmy, I won't. You need to calm the hell down. Im worried about you because I love you and I don't want to see in a bad place."

"I was in a good place until the day I met you then my life was shit!" I yelled getting into the passenger seat of the car.

He got into the drivers seat and started the car.

"Well I wasn't the one who said 'Yes Joey, I will go out with you and make out with you even though I've only known for two days and get me knocked up even though I've only known you for six months!'" He yelled back.

"You act like I forced you to have sex with me!" "Well you sort of force everyone else too."

"Oh my fucking god! I haven't slept with anyone, not even my own fucking husband because you haven't even touch me after the twins were concieved, in a year and a half! You know how fucking long that is?"

"You act like its a bad thing!" His voiced raised louder. "I can't even get you to have a romantic conversation with me!" I screamed back.

"Maybe its because I don't love you anymore!"

Miry started wimpering a little. I handed her the pacifier I keep in my purse for them.

"Thats nice to know." I say a little quiter.

"Em, I didn't mean it.." he said. "Whatever, Im done with this fucking conversation." I replied as we pulled into our driveway.