Y/N's pov
I was so ashamed, I can't believe myself. I promised Taylor i'd stop shooting up but today dance was too stressful. Taylor was due to come home any minute and I don't think I could face her right now.
I heard a knock, shit, she was home
"Y/n? Where are you?" Fuck fuck, she's gonna find my stuff before she finds me and i'm gonna get it. *knock knock* "Y/N? You in there?" "C-come in." I embraced her as soon as she entered, and I cried. "Baby, what happened," she looked around before she saw the syringe and my heroin kit. "Baby, i thought you quit months ago." "I-I did, but dance was stressing me out today."
Taylor cried, hard. She knew dance was difficult but didn't expect this. I continued to hold onto her, both of us crying profusely. "Baby, you'll get through this." "I just don't wanna go to rehab," "We don't need to send you to rehab, we can get through this together." I cried even harder as she traced shapes on my stomach. We can do this, together.
