Spencer Reid Addiction Novels & Stories

"Well, her name was Stacy. She was um...she was amazing. She humbled me. See I used to have this big drinking problem when I was in my early twenties. I'm four years sober now though. I drink sometimes but in moderation. Anyway, she worked for the charity my father sponsored and I was just...madly in love with her." He played with the edges of the photo before speaking again "We started going out in secret, since the press would blow up if they found out. I used to go over to her small apartment all the time and on some occasions she would hang out over here. She would always get me to do charity work since she was just in love with it but all I cared about was...partying and drinking so I n

I crossed my legs beneath the table and leaned back in the booth. He caught his tongue between his teeth and studied me for a moment. “A couple of years ago. And before you ask, no, sex isn’t an outlet for some monumental fuck-up in my childhood. I like sex, I had a bit too much, and I got addicted. It works the same way as any addiction. You get one taste, you want more and more, then suddenly you can’t live without it.” His eyes were focused on mine as he said the last sentence. The very same sentence wrapped around me, tightening my chest and ricocheting off every corner of my mind.

My nether regions would never be the fucking same after this conversation. “I want your ass in rehab for sex addiction.” “Are you kiddin’ me?” I exploded. “Fuckin’ rehab?” “Damn right I am, Aiden. This is getting out of hand. I’m all for a bit of a scandal—it’s awesome marketing. But a sex tape? A year after the prostitute story?” “I didn’t pay her!” “The world doesn’t know. You gotta sort yourself out now.” “I’m not doing rehab, Mark. That’s a dumbass idea. We’re in the middle of the tour!”

I tried to get him to push through rehab and retake the test, but his confidence was just as shattered as his bones. He wound up addicted to pain killers after heading home, and when I was finally able to take leave, he could hardly even look at me he was so ashamed of how far he'd fallen. I vowed to help him as much as I could, but he wouldn't hear of it. Once I got out of active duty life moved quickly, and then one day I turned around and he was gone.

He stood up and walked out of the study “Where are you going to? I didn’t mean it when I said that you should cause trouble!” Xavier yelled after him “I am not going to cause trouble! What the hell? I am going to get a drink!” he said to Xavier He walked to the kitchen and pulled out a glass before walking to the bar and pouring his strongest vodka “I could use a glass too” he heard her say “You are pregnant. You shouldn’t be drinking. No alcohol for you” Jared said “It is just a cup. I am having a hard day!” Alice said

Rodrigo couldn’t bear the shame and humiliation, so he decided to commit suicide. Spencer spent 6 months in prison, Dave, Sofia, Mary, Rachel, and Dr. Marcus ensured they visited him all the time, and Mary and Dave prepared for their wedding immediately after Spencer was out. While Spencer was in prison, Dave and Sofia handled his business and took away everything that had to do with him being a mafia and a drug lord. It’s the day of Spencer’s release, paparazzi were all over the place waiting to interview Spencer, but he didn’t grant any interviews as he wanted to go home to his family. Dave waited for him outside the gate, immediately he stepped out, Dave was excited.

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

I uttered, breathing very slowly. "The voices in my head are back, Phoenix," and his voice gave me goosebumps. This was something I was afraid of because, inside my head, I knew he could be worse than anyone if he ever went back to being his old self. "When?" I asked in fear. "It’s been days. I can hear them again," my breathing was slow now. We already had too much to face, and now was not the time for him to lose control or let the voices inside his head win. Or maybe it was because of his addictions. He was getting tired of everything, even me. Instead of hating him or doubting him, I had to understand him because it wasn’t something he did on purpose; he has some mental issues, I felt. I

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 know what he is going through. I don’t have anything to tell him. Why don’t you try?” “He won’t listen to me.” “He had never listened to anyone and that’s why nobody wants to stop him even if we all can see he is calling his death.” “He used to smoke and drink but the addiction has increased after your sister’s death.” “Even Samira couldn’t change him.” Rudra Reddy glared at Ryan Jenkins. “Even nature can’t change him. So, don’t even think about it.” Yohan Dixon gulped the brandy and walked to the trolley beside the couch.