Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"And have you tried to hurt yourself anytime during the day?"

Peyton glared at the doctor. "I have never hurt myself on purpose."

"Of course you haven't," she smiled. "You just happen to get hurt a lot."

"Want me to share some?"

"If you think that it would help."

"My God. You are psycho! Why in the world would I hurt you?" She stood. "I hate this place," she groaned and walked out.

"You are not allowed to walk out until the session is over!"

"What are you going to do? Beat me!" she screamed from down the hall.

The doctor sighed and shook her head. "Very well then, we will-"

"I'm gone."

"What?"

"Hey, if she can leave I can leave too. See ya!"

Peyton slammed her room door and sat down on her bed. She wanted to go home. She wanted to scream and throw things. Of course, she couldn't because then the place would say she was addicted to anger.

"You need some weed," Eli said, casually strolling into her room while pulling out a small bag of the good stuff.

"Yeah, not going to happen."

"Why not?"

"I really don't need drugs to make me feel better. What I need is a spoon so I can dig out of this room."

"Right. It seems you've already taken a hit if you think that will work."

"It's a joke, pervert. You know, haha."

"Yeah, well you suck at them. Don't quit your day job."

"If I had one..."

"Well then aren't you miserable. Tell me kid, how long have you been in here?"

"Too long."

"Okay...." He shook his head and rolled up the substance. Taking one of the lighters he grabbed from the guards he began to smoke it. "Ah...much better."

She curled up on the bed. "Go smoke that somewhere else."

"Nope. My next session is about why people are people and not tools for sex. Boring."

"But true."

"Eh, let's not get into a debate here. You'll lose. You get anything good to eat today?"

She walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out two sandwiches. "My father owns the best deli in town." She handed him one.

"Sweet!" He took another puff before offering it to her while unwrapping the sandwich.

She took it and put it out then threw it in the trash before sitting.

"Hey! What the hell? Do you know how long it took me to score that?"

"I'm sure if I cared it wouldn't have made a difference."

He just groaned and sat back. "Damn it. You're not helping me get better. You ever think that perhaps the reason that you're so bent up on winning is because you care too much? The weed will help with that."

"That's not why I win," she said as she chewed.

"Then what is?"

"None of your business."

"Tell me. That's an order."

"Tell me why you fuck like you live on it."

"Simple. I do. It's pleasure. It feels good. Why wouldn't I want to do it more?"

"The first time you ever spoke to me, I was hiding for a killer and you stuck your dick on the back of my neck. Not exactly the best thing to do when with people..."

"How the hell was I suppose to know you were running from someone. I figured you just wanted to get it on with someone. That's the only reason anyone sneaks into that section of the ward."

"After saying no the first time, you should have gotten the picture."

"Yeah, I thought you were playing hard to get."

"I'm nineteen and you are like forty. No way in hell."

"I'm twenty-four."

"Same thing old man."

"Oh please. Old man or not it's not like I’d be attracted to someone with such small breasts, a tiny ass, and no personality whatsoever."

"My breasts...are not that small..."

"Eh, I've seen better." Slowly her hands went to her breasts and started measuring them. "What size are you anyways?"

"I don't know...my floor doesn't allow bras. We might strangle ourselves."

"So you've never worn a bra before?"

"Before I came here."

"Well what were you then?"

"I was in a training bra."

He smirked and reached over, taking the weight of her breasts in his hands. "Hmm, you're about a B, maybe a C. Hard to tell behind the gown."

"That's not small!"

"No, but not huge either." He took another bite of his sandwich while his free hand still roamed her chest, giving it another good squeeze.

She slammed his hand away and gave him a warning glare. "Pervert."

"You're the one who let me get all touchy with them, and you didn't seem to mind when my fingers were all the way inside you."

She blushed. "Oh shut up..."

"For being in a psycho ward you seem rather innocent when it comes to sex. Hell, that's what you have to do here to keep from being bored to death. They really need to rethink their curriculum."

"I want to save myself, you know? I want it to be special. Everything else was taken from me...I won't let that be taken."

"It's not taken from you. It's given. Unless you're raped...then it's pretty much taken unless you're into that kind of stuff."

"Well...then I'm not just giving it away. Someone that wants it...has to want something more." She swallowed the food in her mouth. "I want to be seen...not just felt. I want to be heard and for someone to really listen..."

"What would you say if you could be heard?"

"Everything and anything." She looked out the barred window. "I want to be in that kind of relationship where all I have to do is look at the person...and they just know...they just know what I have to say without me saying a word..."

"Right... You watched a lot of Disney cartoons when you were little, didn't you?"

"No...I just watched a lot of crap happen in real life," she smirked. "A girl can dream can't she? What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, but it does make you sound loony. Trust me, no relationship is like that in real life," he told her.

"Then I guess I'll die a virgin."

"Whoa! Don't talk crazy! Dying a virgin is no way to die!"

"And fucking anything with a hole is no way to live..."

"Actually...it is. And what a life it is!"

She rolled her eyes and took his sandwich. "You just lost your snack."

"Hey! I wasn't through with that. Give it back. I order you."

"Blah blah. I only listen when I feel like it. How about you ask nicely."

"Give it back...now?"

"Stop acting ten."

"Quit acting like a nun."

"Jack ass..."

"Crazy lady..."

She handed him the sandwich. "I got a new idea."

"I'm almost afraid to ask. What is it?"

"You help me get better and I help you. Because even if you are getting out soon...you are not even close to being good..."

He smirked at that and took a bite of his sandwich. "Sounds interesting. You've got a deal." She nodded and continued to eat. "So how in the hell do you make a pain addict and challenge junkie get better?"

"Don't challenge me. And I'm not addicted to pain."

"The docs think you are and they think you're crazy for not admitting it."

"Yeah well they aren't very good doctors."

"Well, why do they think you're addicted to pain?"

"I don't cry."

"Okay...never?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I just don't."

"Weird, but not worth locking you up in here."

"It is to my father and the doctors. My first few years here they thought I just hadn't really felt anything that bad to really cry. So they locked me in a room and did crazy crap. Hurt like hell. But I didn't cry, just complained. So...they say I'm addicted to the pain. Like it gets me off or something. Who would like that? That's not natural."

"A lot of things aren't natural and pain does heighten pleasure, but maybe you've just got a high tolerance to pain or you're just a freak. Either way."

"...Thanks..." she groaned.

"Hey you should be thanking me. I'm going to cure you," he smirked.

"Sure you are..."

"So how do you plan on curing me, doc?"

"Never letting you touch yourself or anyone."

He laughed at that, but stopped when he realized she wasn't joking. "W-what?"

"Yep. I'm going to watch you like a hawk."

"Normally I would find that kinky, but now I'm kind of worried."

"And if I find out you have touched yourself or anyone else...I'll kick you in the balls."

"What the fuck!? I need those!"

"Better be a good boy then."

"Yeah....no. You see, I need sex. If I don't get it, I go crazy and start masturbating like no tomorrow. So, why don't I help you with your problems, and you go back to being my slave!"

"Um...no."

"Okay. Well I'm going to go now and uh...not have sex with one of the nurses. You stay here."

She stood. "I'll follow. And if you do anything, be prepared for the reaction to your action..."

"Yeah...no. You stay here. I'll be good. Just...stay...here."

"No."

He groaned. "I'm going to have sex. Unless you want a three way stay here."

She groaned this wasn't going to work. "Oh just leave already."

He smirked and leaned forward, stealing a kiss from her. "Thanks dear."

She kneed him in the crotch. "I'm not your dear. Out of my room."

"Damn...fucking...that hurts!"

"It's not suppose to feel good. Out."

"Give...me a moment. Pain tooo unbearable!" She opened her door and pushed him out then slammed the door behind him. "Bitch!" He crawled down the hall to the nurse's quarters so she could...check him out.

Peyton laid back on the bed, steaming over him. After he'd finished his business with the nurse, he relaxed on his bed. The nurse wasn't going to walk straight for a week. He smirked and rolled up another blunt, still steaming over the way that little girl acted. Damn her...

The next morning, Peyton was back in the group therapy. She yawned and listened while a drug addict went on and on about his last fix. She was bored. This was all routine.

"Yo, doc I'm going to go snort coke in the bathroom. I'll cya," Eli said, getting up while Dr. Green protested. Their session wasn't over. Whatever.

Peyton said nothing. She crossed her legs and waited for her turn like always. She didn't have anything to say, but if she talked a little about her day the doctor would be satisfied.

"Now then, Peyton. Tell us about your day," Dr. Green said with a warm smile.

"I got up and took a shower. Got dressed, had breakfast. Talked to my father a bit on the phone and here I am."

"Have you challenged anyone today?"

"No."

"Have you been challenged?"

"No."

"I see. Well then, I'm going to challenge you and I want you to refuse. Okay?"

"Can't you just...leave me alone?"

"Not until you're well."

"I am well. Just not to your level of perfection."

"Well then humor me until you get to my level," she smiled. "Now I challenge you to be nice to everyone today. Even those you don't like."

She rolled her eyes. "I accept."

"No. No. No. You're not suppose to accept."

"Too late."

Dr. Green sighed, and after the lesson was over she let everyone go back to their rooms. Of course, because he got bored, Eli was on her bed smoking a joint.

"Why are you here?"

"I got bored, then I remembered I still had a joint in here. Want some?"

"No. Please get out and take that with you."

"What is up with you? I mean, really. You're in here with drug addicts, sex addicts, pain addicts, and yet you don't do any of it."

"Why should I? Just because this place is fucked up doesn't mean I should be too."

"Face it dear, you being in here makes you fucked up."

"Right..."

"Okay, new question. What's the real reason you're in here?" he asked as he sat up.

"I told you. I don't cry."

"Yeah. That's weird, but it's not something that people send their kids away for. Hell, even Hitler's nicer than that."

"My mother died and I stood there next to everyone without crying. I broke my leg...shattered it...and I didn't cry. I feel off the jungle gym and broke my jaw, had it wired shut and still I didn't cry," she said.

"Once again. Weird. Not something that you generally get sent to an asylum for. Go see a shrink and live your normal life."

"I did. Lots of them. Dad didn't like the answers he got. He didn't like me on all the pills either so locking me away seemed better than drugging me up."

"Uh huh, and after hearing that I know that your father is the fucked up one."

"He just wants a normal child. I can't blame him."