Fix My Corrupted Heart (Sequel to CTGG) #WATTYS2019

Chapter 23: Julie Weston

Chapter 23: Julie Weston

"And then he said he wanted to be with me can you believe that?" I stopped pacing to give her a glance. Her glasses were slipping down her long, slender nose as she peered at me through her lashes.

"Layne," she started as she placed her notebook done and adjusted her glasses, "I think you're looking past the big part of this whole story. You tried to kill yourself. It's time we sit down and acknowledge that for a minute." I nodded as I sat back in the warn out leather sofa. My hands wrung together uncomfortably.

"How long have you been using again for?" I shrugged slightly. "It's not much and it's not all the time. I just can't seem to stop." She nodded and jotted something down. "You already know that I suggest rehab." I gave her a look. "You already know that'll destroy my career. I want to get better not actually die." She glanced at me briefly before continuing to scribble something down.

"I'm writing a prescription for the lowest dosage available, so you can ween yourself off of the Percocet and then I'm also writing a script for a Suboxone known as Buprenorphine. That will help you not go through withdrawal, but be able to sufficiently get you away from the pills."

I nodded as I sighed. She glanced back up at me as she finished writing the scripts. "I couldn't help but to hear the part about how Ace is back in your life." I nodded, holding back a sigh, already knowing where this conversation is going.

"He's different now, he's actually a really good guy." My therapist raised her eyebrow as she nodded. "Are you sure about that, Layne?" Her eyes held mine for what felt like an eternity. Was I sure about that? I mean sure, I don't trust him one hundred percent, but I could- I can. Ace is different now. I know why he did what he did. He didn't want to leave me. Not all the way.

Standing up, I offered a tight lipped smile and she handed me my prescriptions. "I'll see you Thursday, Layne." I nodded and let myself out, heading towards my car. My phone started ringing and I pressed answer and pressed it between my shoulder and ear, unlocking my car.

"Layne Weston." The person on the other line spoke immediately. "Miss, Weston. I'm calling to inform you we found your mother." My eyebrows creased and I sat in my car, grabbing the phone. "My mother wasn't missing, not to my knowledge at least." I'm sure she heard the confusion radiate through the phone. She sighed.

"No, Miss, your mother is dead." My hand froze and my forehead creased. "H-how? What happened?" I held my breath as I waited for the lady on the other line to continue to talk. "She overdosed on heroin." My hands shook as I glanced at my prescriptions in my hand and my stomach churned. "Thank you for calling, but as you know, my mother has no family left, she abandoned everyone and we all gave up on her. Not to mention, she gave me up. Julie Weston is not my mother." And with that I hung up. I exhaled a shaky breath and threw the prescriptions into my center console.

I will not end up like my mother. I don't care how sad or depressed I am, but under no circumstance will I end up like Julie Weston. Not in this lifetime, not in a million years. It's time to get my life back under control. It's time to be happy and carefree again. I'm so young, Charlie needs me, it's time to start living in the present and not the past.

Should I change my name again this time? I couldn't help but to chuckle lightly to myself as I put my car in reverse, and exiting the parking lot. Pulling away from the pharmacy, with my little bag of goodies, I make my way home and upon pulling into the driveway, my car is parked next to an identical Acura, almost identical to mine except for the fact that it was red.

Ace sat perched next to the drivers door and grinned when I stepped out of my car. "Look at us we already have the matching cars, what's next tattoos?" He grinned cheekily at me and I couldn't help but to grin and swat his arm playfully. His arm slung around my shoulders and pulled me in closer.