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*Niall*
Everything was a blur, as my body started to wake up. The throbbing in my head started to intensify. It was almost unbearable. I tried hard to recall what had happened the night before but I couldn't remember anything. Although the girl beside me, wrapped in sheets gave me an idea of how my night ended. I looked around the room. Blue walls had pictures of three girls i assumed were the sisters of the girl I had just given the best night to. It wasn't a secret that I was extremely experienced. I had probably slept with more girls than 40 guys put together. And I had not one single regret.
I lifted myself up a little, leaning against the headboard. I hunched over and gripped my hair, trying to get rid of the raging pain coursing through my brain. But there was nothing I could do to put my headache at ease.
I finally got the strength to get up from the unknown bed, I searched for my clothes and easily enough I found them on a chair by the door. I quickly dressed myself and quietly left the room and made my way to the front door. Opening it and walking to my car.
The drive back to my place was practically silent, the low him of the radio was the only thing heard. I squeezed my eyes shut every now and then to try and get rid of the raging headache but nothing could be done until I reached my house.
I lived alone but my parents had been making regular stops by my house to see if I was alright. They obviously hated my lifestyle. Going out, getting blind drunk and taking a girl home. I wasn't always getting drunk but sleeping with girls was a constant thing. I had probably slept with all the girls in my neighbourhood twice at least. But I couldn't care less how many girls I slept with. If I got laid then I was winning. I was the guy that every guy dreamt of being. I was good looking, my body was toned from the amount of times I worked out and there was never a day where I didn't have sex. I really was living the dream, In my eyes anyways.
I finally reached my house, it was only small but it was big enough for me. It only had two rooms and a bathroom. A small kitchen that was part of the living room. I didn't bother with decorations. I felt as if I didn't need them. It's not like I would look at them when I brought a girl home.
I opened my door and walked inside, I stopped in my
Tracks when I saw my mum, dad and two men dressed in suits. They were tall, broad and scary. And anger started to bubble at the pit of my stomach.
"Mum, care to explain who the fuck these people are?" I breathed, my voice calm yet angry
"Darling, these people are from the ARI for sex addicts, I can't sit here and watch you waste your life away, you deserve better and the only way you will be able to change is, if you get help" she explained in a pained tone, as if she were hurting doing this to me.
"I don't need help, you two can fuck off" I spat and their faces held an amused look
"Sir were here to help you"
"I just told you I don't need help, are your ears painted on?" I laughed sarcastically
"Where were you last night"
"That's not really any of your concern but if you must know I went out" I rolled my eyes
"Did you sleep with someone?" The tallest one out of the two asked, he had grey eyes and black hair, the smaller one was not that much smaller than him but you could see he was in fact the smaller one of the two. He had brown eyes and brown hair
"What kind of question is that?" I laughed "seriously just piss off out of my house and don't come back" I sighed and started walking to the kitchen to get something for my headache
"Yeah we can't do that mr Horan" the short one said shaking his head and grabbed my arm, big mistake
I turned my body toward him and punched him square in the nose and that caused the tall one to quickly intervene and grab my other arm. The small one with his free arm held his nose. A small amount of blood started to trickle down his face but he wiped it away before it got too far.
I could hear mum crying and dad assuring her that what she had done was for the better.
"How fucking dare you mum, I can not believe this" I shook my head, venom coated my voice in a thick layer and it only made mum cry more
"Son don't make her more upset" my dad scolded
"Oh fuck off you prick, you were apart of this, it would be good if you got the fuck out of my house" I yelled as the men practically carried me outside to their car I didn't notice was parked outside my house. It was just a simple black Van. They opened the sliding door to the back of it and threw me in. They told me to put my seatbelt on.
I laughed because they were trying to be nice even though where I was going was definitely hell on earth.
The ARI for sex addicts was a rehab centre, it was a place were only the people with the big problems went. The ones who couldn't live without it, the ones who would do anything for it.
I did live for sex but I wasn't like a rapist or anything, and the ARI was pretty much where rapists went. Those people were that hungry for sex they would force themselves on women, and men for some girls. If you were gay, straight, a guy or a girl it didn't matter. If someone thought you had a problem, you would end up there. But as far as I knew I didn't need any fucking help
I saw the short one get out a pair of handcuffs, he put them on my wrists, the metal nearly cutting into my flesh and I winced
"Are these really necessary? I'm not going to attack you" I scoffed
"Everyone must wear them when they first are enrolled into the ARI for sex addicts" the man said with a shrug but it didn't seem he cared at all
"Well then could you at least fucking loosen them? Unless you want my hands to fall off during the ride" I spat but he chuckled and did as I asked
He got out of the back and got into the passenger seat. The tall one was already in the drivers seat and started the car. Within a few minutes we were on the road.
***
I was thrown into a small room, with white walls with a small tv in the corner and a single bed. It looked almost cruel to keep people in places like this. The ugly orange jumpsuit they had made me wear stood out the most to me. I hated it with a passion, but luckily I could just undo my top half and wrap it around my waist. I was wearing a white singlet underneath anyways.
"This will be your room for your time here, however long that is will remain a mystery. But we must go over your rules first" the short guys annoying voice called
"You are only aloud to go to certain areas of this facility, there is a gym if you need it, the cafeteria here only runs at certain times and we will let you know when it's time to eat, you are NOT by any circumstances aloud to sleep with any of the people in this facility, that goes for the people who work here as well. While you're here young man, that dirty dick of yours will be dry for a while" I cringed at the thought of no sex at all
"Outstanding" I sighed, my tone dripped in sarcasm making the two men at my doorway snicker
"Have fun" the tall one laughed and shut my door.
I looked around and saw nothing I could use to remotely entertain myself. Not even a magazine for obvious purposes.
I can tell this is going to be hard already.
* Skylars POV*
My small heels clicked against the cold surface of the tiles in my workplace. I worked as a therapist for the ARI for sex addicts.
A few years ago I guess some people just thought it would be a good idea to put a bunch of sex crazed criminals in one place to help them. When you put it that way it sounds stupid but I can see the ways. It helps them find some way of letting go without having sex with someone or worse, forcing themselves on others. Plus I get payed to help people everyday so I love it.
Here and there you get your usual vulgar comments from old men, but it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. When I fist started working here it freaked me out to be completely honest with myself but I've grown to ignore it now.
"Skylar right on time" Amber, my best friend sighed "not one minute to spare, that's not like you" she fake gasped and I rolled my eyes
"Excuse me if I don't like turning up half an hour late almost everyday like you, I like to be prepared and ready to start work" I let out a laugh and she shook her head with a smile
"Well you're also just in time to see your new patient and from what I've heard, he's not the usual kind of people they put in here" she winked and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion
"Well, he's most likely a criminal who needs help so I must be on my way to his room" I sighed and grabbed my folder with the new persons details on it.
Saying goodbye to Amber I walked down the halls and to the elevator, going to the top floor always bugged me. There weren't as many staff up there because the top floor was too high to jump down from and the only way anyone could get out was to go down the stairs or the elevator and lower down is where all the security was. So they had no chance of escape.
But that couldn't stop the patients from trying to feel places they shouldn't.
The elevator doors opened and I was faced with yet another hall, it looked the same as all the others. White walls with small paintings on them. Little round tables in random corners of the space with one or two plants sitting on top and doors to the patients rooms on either side of the hall.
I looked at my sheet on my clip board and went to the room 96 A and unlocked the door.
I didn't get the chance to see the person in the room as I shut the door behind me but when I did finally turn around I was shocked to see a male who looked either the same age or a bit younger than me. Either way he was quite attractive.
He sat in his chair unfazed as I walked further into the room, an unlit cigarette hung from his thin lips. His wrists were handcuffed since he was only new. They didn't know how dangerous he was just yet. He wore a orange jumpsuit, the same thing that everyone in this rehab centre for sex addicts had to wear until they were free to go
His eyes focused on me and wondered shamelessly down my figure, he dropped the cigarette from his lips to his hand and bit his bottom lip, tugging at it. If I were being completely honest it did distract me from my purpose for being here. I was going to be his therapist to help him, help him. He needs my help to become better.
I sat down on the seat opposite to him, his electric blue eyes almost glued to my legs as I crossed them to get comfortable. He let out a breath and chuckled.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing" his voice held a thick rasp, a prominent Irish accent surprised me a little. As the words left his mouth I felt my cheeks tint a little with red.
"Hi my name is Skylar, and I'm going to be your therapist for your time here" I said in a kind tone and offered my hand out for him to shake. And he lifted both his hands since they were cuffed to grasp hold of my hand. His rough hands that were some how smooth at the same time pulled me closer to where his lips met my ear.
"Oh baby I can assure you that you won't just be my therapist by the end of the year" he breathed and left a small kiss below my ear. I let out a breath, trying to come off as if it didn't affect me. I was used to old men hitting on me but not guys that were attractive, and sexy you could say.
"That is highly unprofessional and I doubt it will happen" I stayed with assurance in my voice, I sat up straight and intertwined my fingers on my lap.
"You never know darling, you never know" he chuckled and I was left a little confused as to what he meant but I shrugged it off.
"Well... Moving on, do you have any idea why you have been brought into the ARI?" I questioned, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged a little
"Be fucked if I know, I guess my parents didn't like the way I lived, frankly it's none of their business" he laughed and I didn't know really how to act, he seemed so cold and closed off and I couldn't help but wonder why
"Why don't you parents like the way you live may I ask"
"Because all I do is drink, smoke and sleep with about three girls a day" he smirked
"So you're a sex addict?" I asked
"I don't know if you would call it that" he looked around the room shaking his head slightly
"Then what would call it?" I leaned in only a fraction but he noticed and smirked yet again
"It just means I know how to make a girl scream louder than anyone else, it also means that I can show them things that no one else can"
It felt as if the air were sucked out of my lungs and I suddenly had forgot to breath, what was I supposed to say to reply to that?
"Uh... Um well I think that's enough for today, sorry I didn't get your name" I said and blushed feeling a little rude for not asking for his name when I first met him
"It's Niall" it felt as if a smirk had now been permanently put there to show that he knew he had some kind of effect on me. But he didn't, I was just caught off guard is all
"Well Niall, I will see you tomorrow to talk more about yourself" I nodded and got up walking toward the door and opening it
"Hey" he called out just before I was about shit the door
"Yes?"
"Just letting you know to take my words before into consideration" he winked "I can assure you that you wouldn't regret it princess"
"Oh um I don't think t-that will be necessary Mr Horan"
"So you know my first name yet you reply with my last name, huh that's a bit funny" he gave me a cocky smile
"I'll see you tomorrow Niall, happy?" I asked growing slightly irritated
"Very much so ma'am" he nodded and I closed the door, walking away from his room and to the elevator
I stepped in and waited for the doors to close and once they did I let out a huge breath I didn't even know I was holding.
He's going to be a lot harder to help out