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"Daph, absolutely not. No one likes monopoly." Stiles chuckled softly and left the room for another quick moment. He grabbed the chess game from a shelf that held multiple board games in his room. Why he still had them, well, he didn’t know. It wasn’t like he played them anymore. "How about Chess?" He asked when he got back in the room. "It’ll take your mind off of things if you concentrate on trying to beat me."
"But I like it... fine, whatever you want." She spoke as she laid down on her bed, focusing on resting her head before she pushed past the feelings of withdrawal to focus on the game and trying to beat her older brother. "Fine, I can play that with you, I'm black though, I like it better than the white and I should get to chose."
Derrica listened —- because that’s what Daphne needed, someone to just sit and listen with her, she didn’t judge her. Hell, even after the Hale fire, Derrica fell into using a type of pill but got out of it. "Hey ——- Hey, listen. Don’t worry about them." She cupped the other brunettes face between her hands and let a smile roam on her facial features, “I’ll find ways. I always do, don’t I?”
Daphne just wanted to sob in the arms of Derrica in that single moment. She started thinking about her mom, thinking wasn't the right idea for Daphne because her body was back in shakes. "But... she would hate me if she was still here Der, I am disappointing her, I will hurt dad, Stiles, everyone because I am the damn fuck up of the Stilinski family, the one everyone bloody well forgets." She whispered as her bottom lip quivered. Forced to look at Derrica, Daphne sniffled back more sobs, her eyes glassy, trying to focus in on Derrica. "You do."
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❛What the hell are you talking about?❜
Honestly, Malia was still a little sleepy and not following well the subject, but she noticed the w e i r d thing Daphne was doing. She reached out her hand in the direction to make Daphne stop.
The scratching at the back of her hand became faster with each passing second until Malia's hands closed over hers as her chest felt like it was closing over in the presence of the slightly older female. "I've been abusing Stiles' adderall." She whispered.
❝When is about the devil, I gues is a YES. ❞
"Great, got the damn Lucifer on my back did I?"
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”How old do you have to be to rent a hotel room?”
"At least sixteen, why do you ask? Looking to get away from something mate?"
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"That’s what drugs do." Derrica told her, "You go from only using it barely once a day, to needing it or you’ll die without it. And I know how to stop the urges without needing rehab or alerting your family that you need help. And because you said please, I’ll help you.”
"I am quite aware because I feel like I'm not going to be able to live without having at least one pill a day, but it tends to end up closer to ten sometimes twenty on a bad day." She admitted before sniffling back more sobs. "Thank you Derrica. How are you going to help me without rehab or having my family find out? Stiles will question why I'm spending time with you. You know my brother..."
❝Now, on another note—where’s the best place in town to get some real food? I’m craving a cheeseburger.❞
"You're looking at the diner near the high school, I could take you if you wanted? Personally I'm craving some curly fries."
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❛Me? Stiles neither opened his eyes yet.❜ She learned about social conventions enough for not mention why. ❛I think depends what you’ve done.❜⃘⃘
"You two are perfect for each other. Always sleeping in if possible." Daphne sighed before she started scratching at the back of her hand. "It's something.. major, and I shouldn't have and now well. I can't control it anymore Malia..."
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"Can we blame Stiles?"
"Always, he is my brother and clumsy. Let's blame him and get out of here."
Stiles let her drag him, and once they were in her room, he went to her dresser and pulled out the pills before heading to the bathroom. He opened the toliet lid and sighed as he dumped them in, flushing it right after and watching them all go down.
He went back to Daphne as soon as it was done and looked at her. “Okay, we need to distract you. Play a game or talk about other things. Okay? We need to do that.”
Daphne sat on her bed, her hands going to her face, trying to calm herself down fully, hearing the toilet flush and all her pills going down with it the young teenager crawled to the corner of her bed, curling herself up in a ball, rocking herself back and forth as she tried to think carefully about what to do next. But her mind went to how she was going to get more. With her brother back in the room the twitching Stilinski nodding. "Okay, how about Monopoly?"
"You know what, kid? Believe whatever you wanna believe. And my name’s Jennifer. Not that it matter’s to you…”
"I am not a kid and well maybe I will, not that you care I'm Daphne Stilinski. I would say it's a pleasure Jennifer, but it really isn't"
❝nutjob?, You should watch your words with me kiddo. ❞
"And why should I care?"
"What a shame…" Such a cold and hard exterior was shown by the consulting detective. It was like it was ingrained into his DNA. Feelings, what were feelings? Certainly a concept he felt that wasn’t needed for his day to day life, his ability to function. “I don’t take orders from a drug addicted teenager with nervous dispositions and a constant ability to lie to everyone and anyone close to her. Maybe if I find something better I might point you in the right direction to something better for yourself. I’d take that option if I were you. You need it.”
Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes trailed down to the ground as she bit her bottom lip to stop it from quivering. She was a mess, that much was obvious. The teenager stumbled backwards, she didn't want to be near this man, his arrogance and clear and utter rudeness that laced his British accent were truly painful to the addicts ears. "Don't talk to me like that, I doubt you have many friends if any, you can be very disrespectful. Do you even comprehend manners? Have you thought maybe I don't want to do something better for myself? Maybe I'm just fine being a slave to adderall. Haven't you thought of that? With all the mumbo jumbo in your head I am sure it may have crossed it."
"And I should tell you why?”
"Because a lady needs items."