Give Me Therapy
Before I could catch up to Tony who had run off, the time stopped me. Huffing, I entered the waiting room only to see Agnes standing by her door waiting with a small smile. With no greeting, I pushed past her and plopped myself down onto the small couch.
Quietly, Agnes sat at her desk and folded her hands together. "Maggie, you left off at Kellin and you attempting to do heroine for the first time. Please continue." She states softly. I could tell she knew I didn't want to talk about what was on my mind. Wow, she's good.
"Kellin, did you finish the stash?" I question searching the empty boxes where we hid every drug. "Don't worry love, I'm getting more." Kellin replies entering the room with his coat and beanie on. "Okay okay yeah good." I say giving him a quick kiss.
I was already eager to feel the beautiful feeling of being high again. My body itched in every place possible and I felt sick. My skin was pale and I was sweating so much. I panted and fell onto our mattress in agony.
It wasn't until an hour later that I started to get worried. Kellin usually gets the stuff and leaves straight home. He's never stayed out for to long while he carried any illegal drug. After another hour passed, I grabbed my own coat and rushed out of the door.
I went over to the place where we usually buy and sell only to find Kellin face down with a knife straight in his back. I screamed and dropped onto my knees to help turn him over. His entire face was covered in blood.
Bruises and cuts littered almost every inch of his skin. It was so obvious somebody jumped him for the drugs he was carrying. "SOMEONE HELP ME!!" I screech at the top of my lungs trying to stop the blood from pouring out.
Everything was in a blur. People crowded around as the ambulance took care of him and helped me on board. I hung onto him for dear life as they speeded down the streets. How could I be so selfish? Kellin was dying because of my stupid needs.
This is all my fault.
"So is this the point where you realized this was rock bottom and it had to end?" Agnes questions, getting ready to scribble down in her notes. I nodded at her exact words and she nodded and clicked her pen closed. "We will continue next week." She informs.
I took a cab home with the rest of the cab fare Brendon gave me. When I got home, Brendon nor his car was here. It seemed like every time I needed someone he wasn't here. It's not his fault, he's in a band and has a deadline for things. Plus, he probably doesn't know at what point I'm at in my story.
The only time Agnes talks to him is to make sure I was coming this week or that week. The hours passed and soon it was late and Brendon was still gone. Knowing him, he'd probably be there all night. Brendon enjoyed working himself overboard.
At 3am, I climbed into bed and placed my hand onto my flat stomach which wouldn't be so flat soon. "Don't worry, daddy won't leave your side when your born." I reassure to no one but I know who I'm talking to so it doesn't matter.
4am and I still couldn't sleep. Brendon wasn't home and the room was cold and dead silent. For some odd reason, whenever Brendon isn't home the room is cold. And it never smells normal when he's gone. I'm just too used to smelling his soothing cologne.
At 4:30am, I heard a car door shut. The front door slowly opened and a loud sigh was heard in the living room. As usual, he dropped his keys on the table and hung his coat up. The loud blaring of his phone ringtone filled the entire silent house. He mumbled a small "shit" and I froze.
Could it it be a girl he's sleeping with? Is he cheating?!
"Hello?" My heart stopped and I clutched onto the sheets.
"No I can't come over." Tears filled my eyes and I covered mouth.
"Dallon, I have better things to do than take you to buy Dr. Pepper." I could have sworn I let out a sigh of relief. Dallon was known for calling or texting us in the middle of the night.
"Things like sleeping, Dallon. And knowing Maggie she's probably wide awake right now." Brendon informs, climbing the stairs quietly.
"Tell Breezy to get your own shit." He laughs, opening the door.
"I'm going, goodnight Dallon." He whispers before hanging up the phone.
"How did you know I'd be wide awake?" I ask softly, turning the lamp on next to the bed. Brendon stood before me, running a hand through his hair before looking at me. "You never sleep after therapy or when I'm not home." He smiles slightly.
"I hate that you know me too well." I mumble crossing my arms. The beautiful man before me stripped down to his boxers and placed his glasses on the table beside the bed and climbed in once he brushed his teeth.
"I'm sorry I wasn't home earlier. I couldn't figure out so much shit." He huffs, resting his head on my shoulder and kissing my neck. "I love the vibe you give me." He murmurs as I run my fingers through his hair. "What do you mean?" I giggle.
"I don't know, in the studio I'm always stressed and upset but as soon as I get home and see this pretty face, I melt and I'm happy." He explains, blushing a bit and shrugging. "Well you make me happy." I state kissing his forehead.
"You need your beauty sleep princess." Brendon whispers climbing over and turning the light out. "Beauty isn't a word that defines me." I whisper laying on my back, my shoulder touching Brendon's. His fingers twitched against my skin before he held my hand tightly.
"You're right, perfection is the right word."
Actual session in this chapter and it's kind of half important stuff half cute Brendon filler. I love writing about Brendon :)). That's why I'm creating a Brendon story on wattpad that I hope you read. Also on a small Ryan Ross kick rn and thinking of doing one about him on wattpad also, thoughts??
comment please xo