Fiona's POV

"Make him leave. I never want to see him again."

I avoid looking back at him, knowing the pain I just inflicted on him. The tears sting my eyes as I begin walking away. This is so not happening right now.

"We just want to talk to you," I hear Holly J comment behind me before turning my head away. Talk? Seriously? My life is literally in pieces at this moment, do I really need the interrogation?

At least Adam left when I wanted him to.

Adam.

He did this. He made me drink. He brought me here. He just had to waltz into my life and act like the sweetest guy in the world.

What am I talking about? He didn't do anything wrong. It's not his fault I was drawn to him. There's just something about him that's different…something…special. No, I'm not talking about him being transgender. He just….likes me for who I am. He actually listens to me, and I mean really listens. Not like the typical guy who pretends to care just so he can try to get something from me. Not even Holly J listens the way he does. Why, though? What's so good about crazy-drunk-delusional-brother kissing Fiona Coyne?

"Fiona….honey…?" my mother's cautious guilty voice breaks into my thoughts. I know that voice so well. She used it when she finally realized I didn't make up Bobby's abuse. Now it's because she's locking me up in rehab.

I send a glare at her from the corner of my eyes as she and Holly J guide me to sit down. Ugh this room is so dull. Apparently they don't have an interior designer.

"Hey, I'm going to go get you some stuff, okay sweetie?" Holly J says before standing up and giving my mother and I an apologetic look before leaving us alone with Dr. Unfashionable.

My mom slides an arm around me as to comfort me, but how can I be comfortable? The last time I was in this situation…

"Fiona….please. Tell me what's wrong?" my mom says, tears in her eyes. I swallow hard as tears of my own begin to build. My chest starts feeling heavy as I look over to my mom, knowing that this discussion is inevitable.

"We want to help you." I hear my mom add in quietly. I nod slowly before taking a deep breath and opening my mouth slowly.

"Last year…." I began. Everything starts sinking in deeper. I'm really in rehab.

Rehab. This is going to be a very long month…

A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, so feedback is much appreciated. Sorry for this chapter being so short, I promise the others will be longer. What do you guys think the future of Fiona and Adam is?