Standing outside of the five story, brownstone building with Brendon right next to me. I inhaled a deep breath and finally walked in.

"You can do this baby," Brendon coached, giving me a little bit of motivation.

I'm at the therapist's office and honestly I didn't want to come here. I came here to help my addiction and I don't see how talking about i over and over again will help me with anything. However, Brendon said it was actually kind of refreshing to really talk to someone about everything that's bothering you and why it's bothering you so much. He also said that I had to try something because he's working with me so I have to be taking the necessary steps to overcome my problems caused by my addiction. 

Even though I'm slightly uncomfortable, I'm willing and open minded at this point. A drug addiction is something I would never have thought I'd have to overcome, but table turn. Things happen and people just snap. It's no secret to those who know me closely and are around me constantly that I have a problem. I'm slowly starting to realize that they've been trying to help me all this time and I've been pushing them away.

Taking responsibility for my actions and accepting the consequences of all the bad things I've done and said to the people who we're trying to love me is only the first step to redemption and a peace of mind. 

We arrive at the office, finally, and I walk in. i sign myself in and give Brendon one more glance. I didn't want him in there with me just yet. 

"I love you, B," I say softly, giving him a small smile.

He grinned, "I love you too, ma. Go on back and I'll be right here when you get out."

I kissed his lips softly, before walking off. Time to face your demons, Mia. No more running. Maybe, just maybe  this can be a good things. Finally releasing this huge weight that has been resting on my shoulders since forever.

I opened the door shyly and stepped into the surprisingly inviting room. The therapist, named Dr. Chafer sat in a brown cushioned chair and in front of her there rested a small couch. I assumed that's where I was supposed to be so I gladly took a seat.

"Hello, Mia. It's nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Chafer," she introduced herself, politely.

I smiled shyly, "Hi, nice to meet you too," I replied, feeling a bit awkward.

"To make things more comfortable for you, we'll introduce ourselves properly just so we can get to know each other. Tell me five facts about yourself. Three good things and two bad things," she suggested.

I bit down on my bottom lip and shrugged.

"I'm a model, I'm 23 years old and providing well for myself, and I like to dance. Um, me and my mother don't get along and my father died awhile ago."

She nodded, jotting down some notes on the notepad that sat in her lap. 

"Alright, that was great," she looked up from her notepad with a smile, "Can you tell me why you don't get along with your mother?"

I sighed, "We never did. I'm not sure what exactly I did to make her hate me, but she does. I also recently found out that my father who passed away isn't my biological father, which led me to cutting off all ties with her. That was definitely the last straw for me."

"Wow, I know that's gotta be tough. I'm so sorry for your loss and he's still your father. If he raised you and taught you right from wrong then that doesn't have to change. How are you coping? Do you dance to relieve yourself of that hurt and anger?" she questioned.

I lowered my head, "Not exactly. Over the years, I started doing coke heavy and then I couldn't stop. I guess you can it was an addiction, but my boyfriend has been helping me with staying away from it and showing me that there are different ways to heal." 

"Thank God for your boyfriend because an addiction to a drug as dangerous and addicting as cocaine can be harmful to you and we don't want that. Tell me about this boyfriend. Have you guys been together for awhile?" 

I smiled, at the thought of B, my love. 

"Nah, not that long. A few months, I met him at a shoot. He was the star and he talked me into going on a date with him and we just clicked. Things have tried to drag us down, but we overcame and conquered our battles. Now it's time for me to overcome mine so I can take our relationship to the next level," I explained to her as she listened intently.

"Was there anyone before him? What kind of obstacles did you come across?" she asks me next and I sigh heavily.

Dominic. 

"My ex boyfriend, Dominic. He's the one who introduced me to cocaine."

"How was that relationship?"

I shook my head, "Toxic. Abuse, drugs, lies, and the cheating. Oh God, the cheating." I scoffed in disgust at the memories.

"Okay so messed up relationship with mom and abusive relationship? Okay," she nods and notes some more things down on her notepad.

"Is there anything that you enjoy that puts you at ease? A coping method," she questions.

I think on it for a second before speaking, "Dancing. I mean I wanted to be a dancer when i was in high school, but God had other plans for me I guess," I sighed.

"So when you're feeling that temptation creeping up on you, dance. It sounds crazy, but I promise you I wouldn't tell you anything that wouldn't help you. This was a nice session and I learned a lot about you and your background. Thank you for opening up to me."

Damn, that hour went by fast as hell.

I stood up and shook her head, "No, thank you. I'll see you next time," I say before walking out.

I met B out in the lobby and he grinned as soon as he saw me turn the corner. He grabbed me in for a tight hug.

"I'm so proud of you, baby girl," he kissed my forehead.

I smiled, "I just got one question for you."

"Anything you wanna know."

"Are you with me?"

Step one to recovery. Therapy. 

Guys, Mia's making an effort and I'm so happy with how this story is falling into place. A few more chapters left and a lot of unanswered questions. Stay tuned for next update.

Semester starts next week so I'll try to update again next weekend.

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excuse small mistakes. this isn't edited because it's late and I'm tired.