Spencer Reid Addiction Novels & Stories

The black headsets were enough to block out every single sound as his focus settled on the peace of wood miles away. Pulling the trigger multiple times, he changed the magazine and continued. With each bullet, his mind drifted back to the girl laying still in his room. Especially her damn smile that kept haunting him. He was now very sure that her every smile held a pinch of poison. Two damn weeks without looking in to her beautiful sea eyes, two damn weeks without seeing her smile.

She’d told him about Lowell’s attempts at recovery, about his inevitable falls from grace. She’d told him about the way it had been before, when she’d worked in other jobs, and had dropped them to rush to Lowell’s side, only to find herself heartbroken and lied to, again and again. And occasionally sacked, to boot. Addison had told him about the good times peppered in with the bad. About how close she’d been to her twin once, how for a long time the only thing they’d had in the world had been each other. “But that wasn’t quite true, because he also had his addictions,” she’d continued. “And he always surrendered to them, eventually. No matter how much he claimed he didn’t want to. And then,

“HIS and HIC work perfectly to keep your powers at bay. Moreover, your current dosage is the highest you can go. We'd blame the fairy for your health degeneration, wouldn't we?” Of course, evident in the way his beast and the stupid part dominated him when it came to matters concerning her. Especially the days he fought the urge to drain her, protecting her. Anthony found it necessary opening up to Spencer about the cause of the medication's failure, perhaps Spencer could have some solutions as to what he'd do to control the beast functions.

At least there is one person in his family who doesn't like her. "The years have been really tough for him," she tells me. The smell of tea was strong on her breath. "Has it really? How so?" I asked, hoping she would share more about the boy I clearly didn't know much about, yet loved him so much. I leaned in closer. "Oh yes, I think you can really help him with his addiction problem, terrible thing. Isla and Garret never knew how to handle it properly." My head inches closer and the wind is knocked out of me. Did I hear her right?

All that mattered was the horror in her eyes. "She never pressed charges, but Damian kicked me out of the club and his hotel. A week later, I drove my car into a tree and got a DUI. I entered rehab for two weeks. I came out, realized I wouldn't be able to say no, and went back in. I stayed four months. I have a sponsor and I am a sponsor. I'll always be an addict. I don't feel the need like I did, but it's there. It will always be there." I wanted to walk away from her and not see her disappointment but I couldn't. "Now you know the ugly truth about me."

Just when he was thinking that his painful past was finally going to have no relevance in his life, just when he'd thought that he was finally experiencing what real happiness meant. The doctor was still speaking. “I don't get it. When I told him he was in the last stage, he swore to abstain from alcohol because he wanted to live his last days right. He had fulfilled that vow for the last two months. What could've suddenly triggered him to relapse and so excessively?” Oh, Adam did know why, and his hate for Rebecca shot up a trillion notches. “Can I go see him now?” He suddenly felt drained.

All those people knew that she was the one her dad chose to take over after him but they all betrayed him because he was no more. Tisha's hatred for Joanna and Lizzy doubled instantly and her determination to bring them down became even stronger. After calling an artist to come over, Spencer got out of his car and entered the house. His face looked tired since the drugs were still in his system. He had made an appointment with the doctor to visit the hospital in the evening and ensure that what was put in his food wasn't life-threatening

“His mom was a junkie.” “What?” I swallowed. My throat was as dry as sand. I didn’t know. When Wave said Spade had a rough childhood, I thought maybe he was bullied or something. I didn’t usually G****e someone, especially my boss, to know about his life. “Yes. Before she hung herself, she also took drugs so she wouldn’t feel the pain. His father is also an alcoholic asshole.” “Oh, my God. I don’t know.” I grabbed the glass of water and swallowed it down. I almost choked on the water.

Part of me would always love him, but I hated the weakness that had led him to indulge in his addictions after losing Mom, coupled with his poor judgment in seeking loans from a man like Ivanov, and finally capped off by taking the coward’s way out to remove himself from his problems. His arms moved around me, and Spencer started rubbing my back as he made soothing sounds. He held me as I cried, and he didn’t seem to find me weak or pathetic when I finally managed to lift my head and stare up at him through my blurry gaze. He cupped my face in his hands and used one of his thumbs to catch a stray tear. “It sounds like money will solve this, and I’m lucky to have plenty of it.” I frowned. “I

He watched too long. Hayden spun on him. “Goodbye, Jake.” “Wait.” Jake stepped forward again. “Please. Don’t go. I know we’ve had—” He swallowed. “our differences. But I’ve changed. Rehab’s working on it.” “Rehab?” I echoed. I didn't know Jake had a problem with drugs. An addiction problem. “Yeah.” He shrugged. “Been clean for a while. Group therapy, daily meditations, all that spiritual crap. Turns out not destroying my life feels… weirdly nice.”