Francis looked to the girl when she snapped and she figured these two were going to be tough and they had another two arriving in the next few days. Maybe they’d bitten off more than they could chew with this whole rehab thing and Francis did worry slightly they would be unsuccessful. She knew what they were going through and she wanted to know their stories, all of it.
Francis was a listener and her gaze turned to Apollo and she smiled a little to him, part of her enjoying the protective streak he embodied right then. He was always the relatable one, the one who was so honest that it was difficult to deny him. He wasn’t always like that and she had seen him at his lowest point in this very place.
“They’re addicts, Apollo.” She whispered softly to him,
“Don’t worry.” She assured him. Addicts often had very wild emotions and she knew it well. Francis had been awful when she was dealing with everything. She hadn’t even liked Apollo to behind with, convinced she wasn’t worth anything let alone anyone’s love.
Francis watched him as he lay down the law and honestly, she had to admit there was a huge turn on at seeing him so authoritative and she looked to the other two. They both looked pissed off and she understood, even if she wasn’t good at putting it into words like Apollo was.
“If you’re caught breaking the rules, it’s simple tasks. Mopping the floors, dishes, laundry. The more severe the rule break, the worse the punishment. We’re only here to help you, and I know you think we’re idiots but we’ve been where you are.” Franck’s said, her softer tone a stark contrast to Apollo.
“If you use while you’re here, we take that as you don’t want help and you will he asked to leave. We want to help you, but you have to want the help.” Fran said to them both and sighed a little. She wasn’t sure if they wanted the help yet but maybe when they started doing activities and seeing what life was like without the drugs and chemicals, they would learn. Fran looked to Apollo and it was going to kill her being in a speedster room from him for such a long time but it would be worth it to see these two clean and enjoying life.
“Two more people will be joining us, tomorrow morning and we have an activity planned. We’ve hired a yacht to go out over the lake and take in some sun and swim in the lake.” Fran explained and hopefully that gave them something to look forwards to. She knew this was going to be tough.
“Why don’t you guys go get your things sorted upstairs?” She offered and watched them scramble to go and she slumped on the couch and pinched the bridge of her nose, a common response when she was stressed. She flickered her gaze to Apollo and tilted her head back on the couch.
“We’re doing the right thing, huh?” She murmured and closed her eyes again.
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Zephyr noticed the other males protective arms around the woman and he raised an eyebrow and chuckled, rather proud of himself. He didn’t want to be here and if it meant he had to get his kicks fucking up stuff between others, then he would. He watched Apollo take the strong approach and he plucked the paper from his hands and cast a glance to the other female. She was cute too. Shiloh had an odd alluring quality to her and he grinned. Maybe this would be more fun than he originally expected.
He sighed and stretched as they all finished talking.
“I’m sure we will all be just great friends.” He said sarcastically and checked his phone, of course there was no signal. Very clever. Although a yacht trip didn’t sound too bad, besides if there was swimming then the women wouldn’t be wearing much. Even better. He pushed himself up and eyed over Apollo before skulking up to the room. This was boring, and it was going to be tedious and honestly, he hadn’t quite grasped the fact that this was incredibly real and his body was going to rebel against him not having the sweet release of drugs. He eyed the room and rolled his eyes.
The thought of sharing a room made him sick and he sat on one of the beds and leant back, hands behind his head as he thought about everything. Two more people in the morning? That was going to be a blast. Four addicts and two former addicts in one lodge. What could go wrong?
He sighed and pondered on what Francis and Apollo’s stories were, perhaps curious or perhaps wanting to spot weakness. He loved to press peoples buttons and he was going to enjoy seeing how far he could push each person, the boys would be particularly fun because all those hormones around the females would be even better.
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[font "tempus sans itc" The blonde woman let out a small sigh. She looked towards the male who was laying in her bed. [b "Do you really have to go to this shit show?"] he asked her. The female nodded a bit, as she sat up and took the weed out of his fingers, and took a hit herself. [#9966CC "Sadly I do. My father is paying good money for this place, and I might as well play the good child"] she said with a roll of her eyes. The male sighed, and leaned back against the head board, watching her.]
[font "tempus sans itc" [b "Are you going to forget about me? Or are you going to try and call me, and we can get shit rolling?"] he asked her. Shiloh took another hit, and handed the drug to Greg. [#9966CC "I'm not gonna forget about you, I promise you that. I'll try to call you at least once a day, I promise you that"] she said. The male took the joint from her, and took a hit himself, before putting the joint out. He then pulled her down against him, and kissed along her neck. [b "I'm going to miss you"]]
[font "tempus sans itc" Hearing those words scared Shiloh to no end. Was she really getting attached to someone, this quickly? Even though he was her supplier, she didn't know if it was wise to fall for him either. As he started kissing down along her neck, she pulled away, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. [#9966CC "You should leave"] she said lightly. The male looked slightly hurt, and sighed a bit. [b "Yeah, sure, whatever"] he said. He then climbed out of bed, and found his boxers and pulled them on. Along with his jeans.]
[font "tempus sans itc" She watched him with silent eyes, and knew she wouldn't be seeing him again. Even though he got the good shit, she couldn't afford to even be seen with him. There was no way in hell, that people would believe her about it anyway. She knew the male was crushing on her, and yet she couldn't do anything about it. Yeah she might have been a good lay, but as a girlfriend, she expected too much. She wanted to get married, and wanted to have kids one day, but she knew it wouldn't happen for her.]
[font "tempus sans itc" When the male left, she was finally alone. She laid back in the bed, and sighed. Her whole life was spinning out of control, she couldn't really do anything to stop it either. She finally climbed out of bed, and she got dressed. She pulled on a pair of jean shorts, and a t-shirt. She then pulled her hair into a ponytail, and grabbed her duffle bag. She then made her way out of her apartment, and towards the meeting spot. She was walking barefoot, her shoes in hand. She wasn't in the mood to deal with this.]
[font "tempus sans itc" She knew her father would be riding her ass, until she finally went. She sighed lightly, as she spotted the minivan pulling up. She broke out into a run, her bare feet hitting the pavement. When she caught up to the bus, the doors opened, and one other person was there. He wasn't that bad looking either. She took a seat, propped her feet up on the seat beside her, and pulled out her headphones. She might as well wash everything away with music. When the van went into gear, and headed towards the so called lake.]
[font "tempus sans itc" She leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and waited for the long trip to be over and done with. When the minivan came to a stop a couple of hours later, she opened her eyes, took her headphones out, and climbed off the bus. She felt the dirt under her feet, she made a face. She bent down, and pulled her shoes over her feet. She then stood and spotted the other's around with them. This was going to be a shit show, and she knew it. She wasn't supposed to be here.]
[font "tempus sans itc" She followed the other three into the main cabin, and she winched slightly. She wasn't in the mood to deal with this shit. She followed behind the female, and dropped her bags off, and went to join the males once more. [#9966CC "So, when can we be left the fuck alone?"] she asked, as she sat in a chair and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't really care if the other's wanted to talk, and get to know her. She wanted to be left alone, and find a way to get her next hit.]
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[font "tempus sans itc" Apollo let out a small sigh. Everything was perfect. His room was finally to the way he wanted it, his bed was made, and his posters were scattered around the room. He would come back later, and hang them up. Right now, he had to go and find Fran, because their new drug addicts were going to be arriving shortly. He remembered the first time he had been here. He had been addicted to Meth, along with a lot of other drugs as well. Shooting up, drinking, whatever he could do to forget everything for awhile.]
[font "tempus sans itc" He had been so high one night, that he had killed someone. He didn't mean too, but he had been seeing things. He thought he had seen a different person. He thought he was being followed, and he sure as hell wasn't going to deal with that. He had killed his best friend. He had been locked up in jail for a good couple of weeks, before the judge decided to send him here. The only place he could get clean, and still be out in the cool air, and around other's like him. People who were trying to get clean as well.]
[font "tempus sans itc" This had been the place he met Fran as well. The woman he was planning on asking to marry him. He walked over to the dresser, and opened the top drawer. He knew that Fran wouldn't ever snoop in his things, but sometimes he had to keep some things to himself. He pulled out the small black box, and he opened the lid and looked down at the ring. He had just gotten it last week, and he hoped that while they were here, he would have the alone time he needed.]
[font "tempus sans itc" It was going to be hard, with the new addicts, but he knew that they could escape off to the lake or something. Then he would pop the question. He broke out into a smile, as he shut the lid, and placed the ring back into the drawer. He closed the drawer, and headed out of his room. He could hear Fran talking, and he walked out of the cabin, and spotted the three people. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, and walked over. As the two talked about getting shit over with, he smirked.]
[font "tempus sans itc" [#00bfff "I know you guys are annoyed as fuck, and I don't blame you at all. I was in your shoes a couple of years ago, so I can understand what you are feeling like"] he said. He saw that Zephyr was eyeing Fran. That made his blood boil slightly. No one was allowed to look at her like that, and he moved towards her, wrapping his arm around her waist, drawing her against his side. Even though they would be in different rooms, he still had to prove she was spoken for.]
[font "tempus sans itc" As they showed the two to their rooms, and then went into the main room of the cabin, he finally let the woman go. He then ran a hand over his face, as he started pacing. [#00bfff "I don't like this Franny.. I really don't.. I saw the way that asshole was looking at you, and I honestly don't like it. He might try to get you to take a hit, or something.. Will you please watch yourself around him?"] he asked. He wasn't always like this, but when it came to her, it was a different story.]
[font "tempus sans itc" He knew the woman wouldn't cheat on him, but he still didn't like the way the other male had looked at her. Like she was some kind of meat or something. He sighed a bit, as the two came into the room. [#00bfff "So we will be going over the rules, and you will follow them. If you don't, you will get punished, and you will have chores to do"] he said. He then walked over, and picked up the papers on the table. He handed on to both Shiloh and Zephyr.]
[font "tempus sans itc" He then walked back to his spot, and looked down at the page in his hand. [#00bfff "You will both be in our rooms at ten pm. You can stay awake as long as you want, but you aren't allowed to wander around the grounds after ten."] he said. He didn't know if they were being too strong about this, but he didn't care. They had the same set of rules while they were here, so nothing's really changed. He then waited for Fran to speak as well about the rules, and what their punishments would be if the rules were broken.]
It had been a long time since she had been to the lake, not long enough though and she meant on the car as she gazed out over the lake as it shimmered and shifted. The last time she had been here, it had started off as such a mess. She remembered hating the place but within a month, her enjoyment of life rose with her sobriety.
Francis looked to the lodge and sighed, this was going to be tough. She knew addicts, she had been one. She knew the only thing they wanted was the sweet relief of the drug hitting their system. She looked over to her partner, Apollo. This was hard for both of them as she made her way to the lodge and dumped her bags in their section. She meant on a railing and her fingers tapped methodically on the railing as she exhaled heavily. This was going to be difficult but this place was still absolutely beautiful. Fran knew the names of the two coming, a man and a woman. Shiloh and Zephyr. Boy, were they in for a wild ride.
This place was so peaceful and honestly, it was almost like a break for them and she just hoped the two newbies were as successful as she had been here. If they have it a chance, it would be. She swept some hair out her face as she removed her sunglasses and revealed her piercing eyes, grinning to herself. If you were going to get sober, there was no better place than this. It was beautiful and serene. There was nowhere around for miles, nowhere to score drugs and the mobile service was shit. She glanced up as a minibus pulled into the cleared piece of dirt road that lay amongst the thick foliage and she smiled somewhat. Fresh meat.
[b “Alright. Let’s do this.”] She said to herself quietly as she looked to Apollo and gestured the new people were here. She didn’t expect them to be particularly pleased about her presence because no one ever wanted to admit things had gotten this bad. She had been a rebel back then, lashing out and refusing any activities. Her vice had been painkillers, a short illness had gotten her hooked to the damn things and it had almost ruined her life, yet here she was. She didn’t even recognise who she was two years ago. She let her eyes fall on the figures as they got their bags.
[b “How lovely to see you.”] She said to them and she did mean it because getting help was the first step. If they hit the ground running and wanted help then they had to do this. Fran was a gentle soul, always had been. That’s why it had been so surprising she had ended up addicted to drugs. She showed the two inside and to their separate rooms. She watched each of them and could tell they looked like complete trash and she knew under there waiting to be unearthed were two people who wanted to get their lives back and move on.
Fran ushered them to sit down and looked to Apollo.
[b “I’m not sure if you know us, but our names are Fran and Apollo. We came here to help you because this place helped us so long ago. We got our lives back.”] She explained and watched them both as she took a seat, guessing they could have questions or wanted to share anything. Her job was to listen and distract, it was the best way to keep their minds active and off thinking about that next hit.
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Zephyr hated this. He clutched his bag on his lap as the bus trundled down the shitty roads, where were they going exactly? He glanced out the window and he was already fidgety. It had been a couple of days since his last hit and he longed for its sweet embrace. He’s accidentally overdosed at a club one night and his parents had begged him to get clean and although he didn’t want to admit he had a problem, the look of total hopelessness and desperation in his mothers eyes had crushed him down.
It didn’t stop him wanting that needle though, and the rush it pushed into his system. He was doing this for his mother, no one else. His eyes swerved to the girl on the little minibus with him. He wasn’t a junkie, he wasn’t like the others and he hated being treated like it. His messy curls flopped aimlessly about him, he had once been a promising young man, an academic with high hopes but he had hit the club scene.
It started out innocent enough, the odd joint now and then. Then the odd pill popped between his lips and washed down with a shot as everyone cheered around him and then came the cocaine; that stuff had been fairy dust. It had given him a good and solid rush that lasted for hours but eventually it lost its potency. It lost its effect and Zephyr was chasing that high.
Some guy had shown him bath bath salts. It seemed simple. The salts, a spoon and the ‘chink’ of a lighter. You slid the needle into the substance and tied yourself off before slipping that needle into your vein and letting it takeover. There was nothing without the high, Zephyr was either always high or searching for a way to get high. And that what he was thinking about right then. Thinking of the next and best way to get hold of anything that would get him through this shit.
The bus ground to a halt and he checked his phone, amazing, no signal. He rolled his eyes as he got up and off the buss, shrugging his back over his shoulder as he stared around at the place, a lodge by a lake. Of course, these hippy dippy’s thought ‘being one with nature’ answered everything. He shook his head as a pretty little thing greeted them and he raised an eyebrow, looking her over and smirking a little. He followed her and ditched his bags before going down to the biggest room.
It was impressive, he realised. Perhaps it was too late to turn back but he would find the high, somehow. He couldn’t go weeks like this, it was like there was an insect burrowing into him and he couldn’t even pinpoint it, he just knew he needed the hit to get rid of it. He eyed the other woman as she spoke and shrugged. She knew who he was. He eyed the other guy then looked back to Fran. She was cute. Former druggie too, he could get her on board maybe? She seemed the sort who would shatter at a pleading face and the risk of falling tears. He was cruel but the drugs controlled him, made him a horrid person and he had never been like this.
[b “Let’s just it over with shall we?”] he muttered, not really keen about any of this and he had convinced himself that he would go back to using so this was a waste of time and energy for him as he leant back on the couch.