Novel & Cerita Spencer Reid Addiction

As Spencer had said, everyone who did wrong should face the consequences. The Chapmans had gone bankrupt. Melanie's parents threw themselves off a building, while Melanie ended up on the streets. But that wasn't enough. I tapped on a familiar number and sent a message. [Did you like the wedding gift I sent you?] After sending it, I pulled out the SIM card, cut it in half, and flushed it down the toilet. Two days later, someone knocked on the door of my office. It was Spencer. In the month since I'd last seen him, he had become a shadow of himself.

I don't want space" She whispered. "Neither do I, but I need to get my shit together, and you need to, I don't know, work on yourself." I kept my gaze on the floor. "Can't we get better together?" Her voice cracked, and I knew she was crying. "I'm an Addict, Fiona." I looked at her, and my heart kept breaking. "I need rehab or something. I need to get better." "But I love this you." She cried

Several empty wine glasses were fanned out near the billionaire. Spencer shrugged then laughed, “Don’t have a fucking clue man. I’ve been a bit distracted myself. That sexy harpist has been undressing me with her eyes all night. I’ve had like six glasses of champagne and two gin and tonics. And that was before the reception even started. And I’m pretty sure my wife is off fucking my cousin right now.” “For fuck sake Spencer, for once in your life man, be a responsible adult and cut Grayson off. Hell, cut yourself off. You know he shouldn’t be drinking a lot.”

Is that Kash guy the reason why Spencer drowned himself in the alcohol? I bet this Kash guy was really special to Spencer. I wonder what he does to Spencer to make him like this? Not to mention the things I did to him. He must have really hurt him. I have only known Kash in my entire life. His name is Kashton. He is not a friend but he’s my brother. I just hope that Spencer didn’t date Kashton Reid. “Don’t leave me,” I heard Spencer whisper in my ear and I didn’t bother to remove myself from him. I just laid down beside him for him to calm down. I hope he won’t see me tomorrow next to him. On the same bed.

At all times, he was in a place of horrific torment. When he turned eighteen, he ran away and began life on his own. However, the man battled with past trauma, and guilt of leaving his younger brother behind. He had sessions with me twice a week, and after each one, I always found myself tearing up. Spencer came to my office one fine day, with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. “Dr. Cecilia, these are for you.” He set them on my desk with a charming smile. “Oh wow! Thank you Spencer. What’s the occasion?”

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

**Unknown** I relax on the couch as I watch the recently published news about Spencer. I watch the television intently, seeing as he talks about his leave from the city and his subsequent return. I blow my smoke as a hard grin crafts at the side of my lips. What a pleasant surprise to see Spencer in the city and with the revelation that he is the CEO of Spencer group, I am satisfied with the turnout of events. This proves that I can start again on my journey to ruin the man that destroyed me in the first place.

"The real problem is this goes public next month. My name is attached to a book about toxic relationships and betrayal. Just when I'm trying to move on." "So we respond. Publicly. You tell your side." "I don't want to tell my side. I want to forget it happened." I looked at him. "I'm sorry. This is your proposal day and I'm spiraling about my ex." "You're allowed to spiral. This is big." He reached across the table. "But we handle it together. Like we handle everything else." My phone buzzed again. Trevor called. I answered. "What?" "Did you read it?"

“No one has to know, just tell me what you’ve been taking, and I’ll talk to Maddox about home rehabilitation.” My mouth hangs open for a moment. “Rehabilitation?” I slowly repeat, and like an idiot, he freaking nods again, giving me that pitiful stare that makes me want to gouge his eyes out of their sockets. “So let me get this straight, are you trying to get me to confess that I’m addicted to not just to alcohol, but cigarettes too?” “I don’t want you to be,” he says, his voice low, concerned, but it doesn't take from how stupid this conversation is, how offensive it is. “But I heard that you’ve been acting differently, I also felt that you were acting a little..”

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.