Chapter Two

Scott

"Where the FUCK are my goddamn meds?" I screamed at the orderly, my face flushing in anger.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Moffatt, but we already gave you your pills this morning. You know the rules."

Don't fucking tell me about rules. I'm sweating bullets and my heart is racing a million times a minute - my skin itches so bad I want to rip it off. Fucking detox.

"I don't fucking care if you have rules, you bastard, I want some fucking pills!" I slammed my hand on the counter for emphasis, hoping to persuade him into giving me something. Anything. Maybe if I keep this up they'll sedate me..... shit, at this point I'd even welcome that with open arms.

He shook his head no, obviously not caring about the fit I was throwing. "Rules are rules, Moffatt. You're no more important than anyone else here."

"The fuck I'm not! I should be getting special fucking treatment! I'm paying you guys enough to buy you ten times over, dickhead. I own you. Now give me some motherfucking meds before I get angry."

I thought he had given in when he suddenly grabbed my arm.

"YOU are nobody here, Moffatt," he hissed. "I don't care if you're Bob Fucking Dylan, you're in here for a reason, and it's not to get you hooked on MORE drugs. Now you can go back to your room and brood in private or you can keep up your charade and let the entire house know what an asshole you are... either way, you're not getting anymore meds. Take your choice."

Fucking dickhead.

I shook my arm out of his grasp and sauntered away angrily, trying to ignore my racing heart. Maybe if I don't acknowledge it, it'll go away....

Shit. I can't keep this up. I don't have enough strength to be fighting this all the time. I just want something to make me feel better. I don't even have any cigarettes! What the hell am I going to do?

Feeling tears stinging at my eyes, I made my way to my room and threw myself down on the feather bed, breathing deeply. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...... You can do this. Just a little hard, you've been through worse. C'mon, don't freak out on me now.

I inhaled deeply, repeating the mantras in my head, and closed my eyes, stretching my body so I was touching all four corners of the bed.

"You calmed down now, Moffatt?"

That voice sounded familiar. Slowly, I peeked my eyes open and darted them towards the door, seeing Ana leaning against it, an amused grin on her face. A smile slowly crept onto my lips, but I didn't speak.

"You had the entire floor staff witnessing your little temper tantrum," she said, her arms crossed under her breasts.

"I love attention, what can I say?" I replied, grinning now.

She stood there for a minute before grinning and moved forward, pushing my legs aside to sit down. "What's up? Why'd you do that?"

The smiled faded from my face and I sighed. "Just dealing with things a little harder today."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I exhaled slowly, looking at the wall, thinking. Did I want to talk about it? Did I want her to know how weak I really was? Not really.... but on the other hand, I have no one else. There's no one to talk to, no one to comfort me and tell me that I'm doing good, that I'll get through it. And it's getting continually harder to convince myself of that.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this..." I whispered, feeling the stinging in my eyes return, warning me that tears were on the way. "I need something... anything... I don't even have any cigarettes left, I smoked them all earlier."

I noticed her face soften and she slid her hand along my back. "I know it's hard, you just have to keep trying."

I sniffled pathetically. "You don't know how hard it is - how can you say that? You're not a patient here, you're a fucking volunteer. You have no clue what I'm going through right now." I didn't mean to snap at her, but my patience was running low, and my temper high.

She sighed, her hand rubbing small circles on my back. Shit, if she keeps this up I'll have more problems to get ride of than just my withdrawal.

"I guess you're right.... but I can imagine how hard it is. And I know that you're strong and that you're going to get through it. You're not a weak person, Scott, I know you're not." She paused, smiling slightly. "Except when it comes to resisting me."

I grinned wide, laughing. "That's the truth." I sat up against the headboard, my hands behind my head, eyes twinkling. "There's just something about you that I can't quite put my finger on. If you'd like, I'll put my hands all over your body in search of it?"

Ana

Oh for Christ's sake. There's a pickup line I never thought I'd hear.

"Wouldn't you like that," I said, amused.

"Don't you know it." He smirked, wriggling his eyebrows at me and for a moment I considered.

No. I can't. No matter how much I want to, I can't let him... Damnit, why does he have to be so damned cute when he says things like that? Why can't I be disgusted and tell him to go fuck himself instead? Shit.

I have no willpower.

"You're out of luck there, Moffatt," I said, smiling.

"I thought we've already gone over this, Ana. Playing hard to get gets you nowhere with me."

I shrugged, glancing around his room slowly.

"Do you honestly think I believe you when you say you don't want me to? Ooooh-ho-ho, are you wrong." I could hear the smile in his voice even if I wasn't looking at him. "It's written all over your face, you know. You want me bad."

I raised an eyebrow, meeting his eyes. "Am I that translucent?" I suppose he's about to tell me about how sarcasm gets me nowhere with him as well.

"Clear as water."

I laughed and stood up. "We'll see, Moffatt. We'll see."

I've got the feeling that I've gotten myself into nothing but trouble.