Spencer Reid Addiction Novels & Stories

Grayson asked. “I’m scared, Gray,” “Of what?” “Of myself. Of how much I’m capable of hurting myself.” I breathed. “That scares me too,” Grayson stated. “What if I wanted to go to rehab?” His face lit up. “I would pay for it...Lee too. We would get you in the best facility. You’d um...have to do the ten weeks though.” “What about my job?” “I’ve talked to Rex Adams, he’s been shockingly understanding about this whole thing. Turns out his brother is an addict too.”

Ernest never came back from that. He drank on that same yacht, staring at the lake like it could bring her back. Two years ago he finally joined her. We buried him in his ’98 Cubs jersey. Spencer punched a mirror at the wake and bled all over the marble floor. Josh didn’t speak for a week. Elliott read a poem that made grown men cry. Andrew paid for everything and disappeared with three models for a week. That night carved something permanent into all of us. Spencer got worse: more women, more drugs, more lies.

The drinks were spiked with potent and deadly addictive drugs. He started to be out of control. Even his parents gave up since Pete would keep relapsing from his therapy and treatment. And as known to many, their families included, that Eula was Pete’s mate, the two families agreed to let the two live together despite the fact that Pete was going on and off the grid of sanity. He would be sober at times, but his episodes did not disappear.

'' My dad said, and my heart broke into a million pieces. '' You did what?' I yelled. '' I killed Ray Reed a long time ago, he was a rat, and I needed to get rid of him,'' My dad said again and I couldn't believe it. Drowning in so many emotions right now, I stood up, picked up a bottle of whiskey, and downed the contents of the bottle. '' What have you done father, you have ruined me,'' I let out breathlessly.

“During a pool party organized by one of our classmates then, I secretly heard Jason telling Tasha that he still wanted her back in his life. I was instantly shattered. I can't even fully explain how broken I was the moment I heard him explaining how he wanted her to give him another chance. But Tasha made it very clear to him that night that she was over and done with him. However, I still felt like trash, and that same night, for the first time, I got hooked on drugs to cope, and that became my next addiction. Jason and I were still in a relationship, or so I thought, but I was no longer getting much of his attention and his so-called love he once said he had for me. Even the sex started m

Scarlet chuckled, eyes glinting with tears of happiness, letting them run down her cheek happily. "I'm going to be gone for a while," Reid suddenly announced and Scarlet immediately pulled herself out of his arms. Well done, Reid, he decided to ruin the moment. He felt like smacking himself! "What, you are leaving me here?" "No, no, no," Reid responded, taking hold of her hands. "Then why are you leaving, is it work?" Reid shook his head. "It's not," "Then tell me!" she demanded. "I-I used to have a doctor in the humans' city, Mrs. Adams, she's the only one who understands and helps me, she makes my pills. I stopped my sessions with her because I thought I got better. I thought I had control

“Don’t know where he went.” Silently, Spencer extends more dollar bills to him and he smiles. “That’ll do it.”He shoves them in his pocket before he leans away from the door. “Think he went to rehab or some shit like that. Trying to get clean, I guess. Said something about pleasing his old woman. That’s all I know, now leave me the fuck alone and quit banging on my door.” That’s the last thing he says before he slams the door in our faces. “Shit,” Spencer curses for what has to be the third time since I met the man and I think it’s real fucking apt.

Nodding a greeting, I stepped in and pressed the floor number to Spencer's VIP ward. Spencer. The thought of the name sent several complicated emotions jolting inside of me. A man who had to give up his career as a musician-one of the best talents have seen given the numerous song lyrics wasting away in his condo- due to family pressure. A man who had resolutely left the only woman who had ever shown him a little ray of love just to protect her and the things she owned. A man who had literally been dragged through hell and returned alive amongst several people fighting over the name 'Reed'.

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!

My name is trending under two hashtags, one about trafficking and one about sex in rehab. I close the app, but it keeps playing in my head. Edward? Oh, baby, he was fucking me every night in rehab. I am done. There is no spin. No fix. I am completely and fully fucked. My phone buzzes again... it’s my father.