What Was Spencer Reid Addicted To の小説・ストーリー

He drops his documents and electronics on the divan. "Fuck. This shit is driving me crazy again. I shouldn't have come back." he groaned and strolled into the kitchen. I watched his retreating figure until he was out of sight. I roamed my eyes on his properties and it came in contact with two drugs. I took it to check the names as I was determined to wait for him. It was a bottle of fluvoxamine(Luvox), a drug for anxiety and depression. The other one was Alprazolam (Xanax) for insomnia. My heart dropped at the thought of what he might be going through. It must be so severe for him to have these loads of drugs.

And that until a couple of years ago, he didn’t remember anything because he was so high on drugs that he just ignored it. Devin then started to tell me about his struggles and his battle against his drugs addiction, and how Harry was necessary for his recovery. He tells me how he was in and out of rehab more times than he cares to admit. He tells me how his parents disowned him when the police found him in an underground party high as a kite. I feel so bad for him. And I definitely understand how he got too attached to Harry and why Harry cares so much for Devin. They've been through a lot together.

I was still confused. " So how does Mr Reid fit into this?" I asked Chance who already looked exhausted. " Mr Reid used to be a feared drug dealer in the day, but with time he quit but still has influence over some crooks in the business" " So why go into a business deal with Reid? Why not just ask him for help? They do seem particularly fond of him" my questions are only to calm down my scared mind.

"Just a lot going on right now. Couldn't think straight. Had to numb it somehow." "What exactly did you take?" "I don't remember." "Babe..." I sighed. "Stop lying." "Tried bumping up with Vicodin. Then Adderall." He chuckled. "Worked like a charm." Holy sh— Did he just say Vicodin, Adderall, and freakin' cocaine? So whenever he couldn't deal with stress on his own, he'd been relying on a concoction of full-strength painkillers, sedatives, and hard drugs?

Okay, now I was bewildered. "Yep, unfortunately, he got addicted to drugs when he was around fifteen. Liam caught him and told everyone at home. Apparently, they tried a lot of things to get him over his addiction before Liam demanded that he should be sent to rehab," He answered. Justin paused, taking an annoying amount of time to finish. I wanted to kick him. I was dying with curiosity and he was busy eating! "Then?" I demanded, trying to hide my irritation.

I mean it was one thing to do drugs but to get addicted to it was another thing. He gave me space, staring ahead. I should have just kept quiet but my curiosity got the best of me. He was probably not ready to tell and here I was asking. 'It's a long story’, he started. “But in summary, I went into some really bad deep shit when my mum and sister died and drugs were the worst, I was so addicted I couldn’t go a day without doing drugs, it got so bad that I almost died,” “Oh shit!” No wonder Steve acted like that. He probably got scared that he was going to lose him or going to go through that experience with him again.

Yuri thought he’d receive pity when Everett horned in, then stole her away. He didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to eat gluten? When did it kill anyone? It's a fad diet. Did that account for Rebecca’s weight loss? He knew she was skinny. Yuri had assumed she’d dieted. One rumor floating around was that she’d become addicted to pills. People often dropped weight from addiction and explained her time in rehab.

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.

I had to get it off my chest or else I'd go crazy. "Go on..." the chairperson softly said. "He took me to rehab, he pushed me to get better, he bought me a house, and even got me a job. He had been my support system forever. And I... I got addicted to him, instead of the drugs, him."

Another demand for the real backups. He took a long drag and let the smoke burn his lungs. The girl’s voice kept echoing in his head from the recordings he had listened to too many times. The way she had whispered Marcus’s name like it was the only safe word left in her world. The way she had said she would rather carry his child than ever speak to her mother again. Reynolds crushed the cigarette under his shoe. He was tired. Tired of cleaning up messes that other people kept making. Tired of watching people destroy themselves for something that looked a lot like love but felt more like addiction.