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Chapter 3 part 3

Bella POV:

"Anyways, what's your deal, Noah? Why are you here in Russia?" I said, resting my arm on the couch frame.

"I'll tell you if you tell me why you go to group," he replied, popping another chip into his mouth. Okay, this took a turn. Grabbing my empty mug and the bottle of champagne, I poured some into the cup. I took a sip before I started.

"Fuck, okay, fair enough. Well, I started taking Xanax when I was 14, and then it escalated to Percocet, Molly, and then Coke, so when my teachers started doing a follow-up on why my eyes were always somewhat red, they found drugs in my system. Then I got sent to rehab, and then I got out, and I just started doing them again. So I'm just struggling to get clean," I said, taking another sip, and he looked at me as if I had just killed his dog.

"Jeez, Bell, are you even supposed to be drinking?" he asked with a frown. He reached for the mug in my hand, but I slapped his hand away.

"I'm not going to relapse, don't worry. I have no reason to.
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