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2131 𝘄𝗰, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 (𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱) 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹.

y/n smiled to herself as she opened the door, quietly walking in. she closed the door & could barely even make it to the second step before she almost fell.

she went over to the kitchen counter before taking out the pill, going to crush it up.

"you're using again." her boyfriend said, coming up behind her. she jumped & looked back, trying desperately to hide the pill.

"hm?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

finn huffed before crossing his arms as he stared at her. "don't you dare act fucking clueless. i know what you've been doing."

he looked angry & his tone was assertive, making the girl gulp. "i-i don't know what to say... i haven't been doing anything-"

"-yes you have! stop it, you're only making it worse for yourself!" finn yelled at her. she stared at him before realization hit her. she brushed past him & ran into their room.

she went to look under her bed, searching for the suitcase filled with ten thousand dollars worth of drugs, only to see that it was missing.

finn rubbed his eyes, he couldn't do this again. he won't let her relapse after this. he followed her to their room, watching y/n tear the place apart.

"where is it, finn?!" y/n raged.

"i flushed the drugs down the toilet. you're gonna get better, baby. i'm gonna be here every step of the way-"

"-you what?!" she screamed, almost hyperventilating, "you flushed the fucking drugs down the toilet?"

finn nodded, bring his hands together. "i'm not gonna let you kill yourself."

y/n gulped & grabbed at her hair. "fuck... fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she screamed again. "finn you don't understand... the suitcase isn't mine." she cried.

finn only tilted his head, staring at her emotionlessly while she sank to the floor, crying into her knees. "please believe me finn."

he watched her weep, going to console her. he bent down & hugged her. "i love you so much... i'm doing this for your safety."

y/n pushed him away aggressively, "you don't fucking love me! i hate you, i wish i never fucking met you! you disgust me, you're a fucking mistake!" she screamed in his face.

finn swallowed, maintaining eye contact with her while he tried to remain calm. "you don't mean that-"

"i do, i really fucking do."

"i love you, i wanna help you-"

"no you don't! stop fucking saying that!"

she went to get up but finn pulled her down, hugging her tightly. she heard him sniffle, but she couldn't stop fighting against him.

"i hate you! i hate you, let go of me!" the smaller girl reached up, slapping him in the face multiple times. he grabbed her wrists tightly, slamming her on the ground with her hands above her head while he hovered over her.

"i called the police, you're going back to rehab. i'm gonna visit you & you're gonna get better. i'm doing this for us." finn whispered harshly into her face.

y/n felt her breathing becoming heavier before she suddenly passed out, finn unaware at what would happen to y/n if she didn't pay back the money for the suitcase.

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[ 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 ]

"y/n? why don't you tell some of our new patients your 온라인카지노게임?" mrs. grey got the attention of the h/c haired girl, a circle being formed around her.

pushing her hair from her face, she sat up with her arms crossed, "really? on my last few weeks here?"

mrs. grey stared at the girl with sympathy, "yes, please."

y/n sighed & swallowed thickly, ignoring the burning stares of the the recently added patients in here circle. she missed her old friends who had already graduated from their program here.

clearing her throat, she shrugged. "m-my name is y/n. i've been a patient in rehab for about three months." she nodded & glanced around at their unamused faces. some of these people had been abusing drugs badly, she could tell.

"go on," mrs. grey urged.

y/n's white shoes suddenly became very interesting, keeping her gaze down as she continued, "i'm in rehab because i haven't really been making the best decisions... & my boyfriend, he's mad at me."

"why is he mad at you?" one of the patients asked, glaring at mrs. grey when she sent a look her way.

"i get real irresponsible when i'm alone." the girl chuckled with little amusement, looking off to the side, "no but- basically my boyfriend is mad at me for doing drugs... behind his back."

"behind his back?" the counselor pressed, crossing her legs.

rolling her eyes, y/n composed herself. "mrs. grey you know the 온라인카지노게임, why do i have to repeat it?"

"to show that you are ready to move on, & to be a positive example on the ones here with us today."

there was an awkward silence while y/n anxiously bit her lip. telling her 온라인카지노게임? in front of all of these people? god, just lemme disappear please.

"she looks like she's gonna throw up," one of the other patients laughed.
mrs. grey looked at the girl with her brows furrowed, "are you okay, dear?"

y/n nodded & exhaled a breath, "my uhh... my boyfriend was mad at me for going behind his back because i had overdosed prior to that night. i promised him i wouldn't go back & do more drugs." she started tearing up, "obviously i lied because three weeks later, he caught me."

one of the patients hesitantly raised her hand. mrs. grey looked over & nodded, "yes, marceline?"

"so, your boyfriend is the whole reason you're here? you didn't see the problem & check yourself in?"

y/n felt tears slowly streaming down her face, "i relapsed & my boyfriend noticed i wasn't getting better. he's the whole reason i'm alive & three months sober right now."

marceline nodded & looked down, a guilty expression on her face, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean anything by it."

ignoring the girl, y/n played with the hem of gray sweater, "is that all i have to say?"

mrs. grey pursed her lips & nodded, "if you're comfortable i would like you to tell everyone some of your hardships & struggles while being here, but i'll leave that up to you."

y/n wiped her eyes & smiled, "there's not much to it, just don't get caught up in anything."

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"how are you feeling?" finn teared up while she sat in front of him.

"i'm fine, you?"

he put his hand over his mouth & continued to cry. it had been a while since they last talked, considering that finn has been very busy. "there are articles everywhere, y/n/n."

he stared down at this hands that were folded on the table, "i miss you so much." he sniffled.

y/n reached forward & grabbed one of his hands, "i'm out in like three weeks, finn. we made it, i'm sober."

"are you really though?" he casted his teary gaze up to meet hers, a sense of tension in his words, "you really promise me it's the real deal this time?"

furrowing her brows, y/n frowned, "c'mon finn, don't be like this. not right now."

"i can't help it, i can't." his grip on her hand tightened, "y/n when i found you... i-i couldn't- fuck!" he started crying harder, pulling his hand away to quickly wipe his tears. he couldn't even finish his sentence.

he rested his face into his palm while he whined, harsh sniffles coming out of his mouth. y/n teared up as well, holding a guilty expression on her face. why'd it have to be like this? why did he have to be the one to find her?

she never meant to intentionally burden him with the trauma of that day.

"finn i'm sorry."

he looked up at her, his nose & cheeks red & stained with tears, "oh you're sorry? you're fucking sorry?" he choked out bitterly.

"i had to sit next to your unconscious body, talking to the fucking nine-one-one operator while i was having a panic attack. i had to make sure your weren't fucking dead, i had to do it all, it was me." he glared at her. "i had to sit there & watch them pick up your limp body on the stretcher. do you really think a sorry is gonna fix that?"

at this point y/n was full on crying, on the verge of sobbing. she was contemplating on just heading back to her room, leaving him out in the visitors lot until her three weeks were up, but she didn't. she only looked into his eyes instead.

she sat up to be closer to him, probably just wanting to make sure he felt safe because he was on the verge of an anxiety attack, "please? i'm asking you to forgive me."

finn studied her features for a moment, his face softening. his next words were unpredictable, but y/n had a feeling she might know what's on his mind. "i thought you were getting better... but you went behind my back. how could you do that to me? h-how am i supposed to trust you again? y/n i can't go through that a second time. my therapist had to prescribe me more medicine, as if i don't fucking take enough." he huffed nasally.

y/n sat back & folded her arms, biting her lip to stop it from quivering. she felt so selfish, so see-through. she felt so vulnerable. not knowing what to say, she took the same route.

"finn i'm better, i've been three months sober. nothing, & i mean nothing is going to change that." she tried, only receiving a cold stare from her boyfriend. he looked so miserable.

"i don't think i can believe you."

her eyes going wide, she looked at him with so much confusion, "you put me in here! the only fucking drugs i've taken these last few months have been prescribed to by mrs. grey!"

finn stared deeply into her eyes, maybe he was trying to find a source of any lie she could be telling him. maybe he just has trust issues with her. "y/n... you weren't there. you were physically, but mentally... you weren't there."

she nodded, "i know, finn. i can't even begin to describe how shitty i feel for putting you through that-"

"-then don't."

y/n furrowed her brows & hummed confusingly, "what?"

finn held a blank expression as his tears started to dry, "don't. don't try to describe it. just promise me you'll do better. when you're out of here, you can't go back to it."

"i won't," she assured him. "i promise i won't. i could never put you through that again."

"that's what you said the first time. you literally chose drugs over me. you love it more than you love me." he frowned, bowing his head in disappointment.

y/n pinched the bridge of her nose, "no i don't baby. i swear, you mean more to me than anything."

finn sniffled again & y/n didn't have to look at his face to know that his crying had started back it. "it was just so... so fucking scary." he whispered, bringing his hand up to his mouth & playing with his lips, a habit he had when he would get nervous.

y/n glanced at the counselors to make sure they weren't staring or listening before she reached forward & lifted finn's head up. "i know baby, i know." she soothes him, wiping his tears from his cheeks. "i'm sorry."

finn quickly leaned into her touch, grabbing her back & pulling her face to his, giving her a long & passionate kiss. if he had to choose between air or y/n, he's definitely choose her.

every time.

he whined against her lips, putting his arm around her back to try & pull her closer. y/n felt finns tongue enter her mouth before they were interrupted.

"ahem," a voice cleared their throat. y/n quickly pulled away.

"surely you two will be able to continue in three weeks?" mrs. grey smiled awkwardly, leaving finn & y/n a blushing mess.

"y-yeah," he stammered. "you promise me you'll do better?"

y/n nodded & smiled, "yes. i would do anything for you."

finn nodded & got up, collecting his things. "i'll see you next visit. thank you for taking care of her mrs. grey." he bent down to quickly hug y/n.

"i love you." he whispered before slipping out of her grasp.

"i love you more."

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