Chapter Two

Chapter Two

It was another day waking up after another night of a drug filled stupor. I’m lying on Oakley’s bathroom floor having horrible withdrawals from the heroin I used last night. I’ve been staying with Oakley cause being a wolf I have to have him enhance the heroin to have any effect on me since wolves have high tolerance’s to drugs and alcohol. Oakley got clean a while ago and got a job and this apartment. He absolutely hates having to do anything with drugs, but he’s been there and knows the difficulties it takes to get clean. I think he’s letting me stay here and doing the stuff he does for me is his way of trying to protect me to make sure I don’t overdose on the streets and possibly his way of trying to talk me into going to rehab. I wouldn’t know the last part for certain cause he hasn’t brought it up yet, but I just have this inkling that’s the topic that will come up soon.

After vomiting for the fifth time, I heard a knock on the door and knew who it was. I asked him to wait. I stood up, stumbled, hit my back on the sink, then turned on the cold shower. I undressed, washed quickly, then wrapped a towel around myself and changed into fresh clothes. When I came out, Oakley was sitting at the bar, tapping his foot impatiently. This was part of our daily routine. Initially, he appeared irritated, but then he looked at me with a somber expression.

“Oh, Kieara look at yourself, you look horrible today when will enough be enough?” Oakley reports.

“Enough will be enough when this shit finally kills me” I respond back to him dryly.

“Kieara Lawson there will be absolutely no talk like that while you are living here you know damn good and well, I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you, You’re like a little sister to me. All I want is for you to get better, do you hear me” he tells me.

I turn and give him an aspirated look and sigh. “I know Oakley I just don’t know what to do anymore I want to get the help, but the trauma is too bad for me to face without the drugs” I tell him.

Oakley slowly walks to me, embraces me warmly, and whispers, "Kieara, the first step to getting clean is to talk about your trauma. Stop bottling it up, let it out, and take it one day at a time. I know an excellent therapist who can help you."

Oh, and Kieara, it's on the dresser.

I walk slowly to the address on the paper, considering if this is the right decision. I know it is, but I am unsure if I will be able to face my trauma. After hours of walking, I arrive at the building. I look up at the old Victorian-style structure before taking a deep breath and opening the door. I am surprised when I smell another wolf. Feeling uneasy, I turn around to leave, but then I hear the receptionist call from behind me. "May I help you?" she asks.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. I'm here to see Colton Fenley. He was recommended to me by a friend who thought he might be able to help with my situation," I say to the receptionist. "Of course, give me just a second and I'll inform him that you are here," she replies with a smile.

As I wait to be called, Samarah starts to become anxious. She usually remains calm, so I decide to open the link to talk to her. "Samarah, what is going on? You've been restless since we arrived," I ask through the link. "Kieara, something feels off," she responds. "What do you mean, Samarah? Do you think something bad will happen?" I inquire. "Not bad, but definitely unexpected," she says.

As I prepared to respond to her, someone called my name. "Kieara Lawson. Mr. Fenley will see you now."