Saving Leslie
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This has been a long time coming, and I apologize for the delay. Real life gets in the way of my other projects way too often. I do hope you enjoy this next chapter of Saving Leslie. Still no sex, but comments and feedback are always appreciated.
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‘Rise and shine.’
A long groan erupted from a vaguely human lump in the bed. The doctor, completely unbothered by guttural response, pulled open the blinds, letting in a cascade on sunlight into the room. In turn, the lump groaned again and pulled the sheets tighter across their body.
‘I said up, the day is already starting.’ Genevieve went to the bed and prodded the form. Receiving no response, she grabbed hold of the blanket and heaved. Leslie screamed out as the blankets were ripped from her. She, blinded from the light, grasped for the blankets.
‘Ahh! Alright I’m up!’
‘That’s better.’ The doctor touched her arm gingerly. ‘Now get up. Go do your morning routine and get back here, we’ll start your physical.’
‘What time is it?’ Leslie asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She was much too tired to argue.
‘6:30.’ Gen responded, fixing a stray strand of hair. ‘Now get in there before all the hot water is gone.’
Leslie groaned again and heaved herself off the side of the bed. Dragging her feet, she couldn’t remember the last time she got out of bed this early. Being a diva meant you got to set your schedule.
After a few moments she stumbled back into the room. She was a mess and wanted a shower, and more importantly her make up. The girl staring back at her in the mirror looked more like The Ring character then Leslie Ryan.
‘Good, you’re back. I was going to assemble a search party.’
‘Are you always so happy?’ Leslie grumbled.
‘Mostly, everyday is a thrill you should be happy to be here.’
‘I don’t feel it, nor did I a few days ago.’ She responded flatly.
‘I know, and we’ll get to that.’ Gen responded seriously, ‘Now though, you can strip.’
‘Here?!’
Genevieve rolled her eyes. ‘We did this last night. Yes here. You can wear the gown if you want.’
She patted the bed. ‘Come on out. Or Enrique will come strip you.’
Leslie halted. The idea of the muscular man stripping her down aroused her, yet the embarrassment won over. ‘Fine fine.’ She started to take over her garments.
‘The way you guys do things here.’ Leslie complained as she hopped onto the bed fully nude.
‘It works.’ Gen wheeled herself over to the bed. ‘We’ll get this done then you can have breakfast.’ Once again, the mulatto doctor started taking her vitals. Leslie endured it as the doctor poked and prodded her.
‘Mouth…you have a little damage. Were you taking meth?’
‘I did once.’ Leslie admitted.
‘It was more than once, damage isn’t too bad, fixable still.’ Gen responded while looking in her mouth. ‘Skins’ also a little damaged from it.’
‘I…’ Leslie began, suddenly feeling guilty.
Genevieve stopped and looked her straight in the eye. ‘Look, I’m not here to judge you. You want judgement talk to god or TMZ. I’m here to help you. Later today you’re going to see serious substance abuse. You are lucky believe it or not.’
‘Ummm…’
‘Any other drugs I should know about?’
‘I’ve smoked pot.’ Leslie offered helpfully.
Gen just rolled her eyes. ‘Everyone has. Any damaging drugs?’
‘…just meth.’
‘Mostly Pills and liquor then?’ Leslie nodded. ‘Alright lay down, going to check your tummy.’
Leslie complied and the test continued. Genevieve, she decided, had a gentle yet firm touch making this appointment a whole lot easier. Until the end that is.
‘Okay left arm up over the back of your head.’
‘What? Why?’
‘For your breast exam of course. You do give yourself one monthly right?’
‘Ummm…’
‘That’s what I thought. Most women ignore that. Alright arm up.’
Leslie complied and almost immediately felt her touch on her skin. Despite going through the physical she admired how the doctor gently prodded her way around her breast, carefully feeling every spot. It was soothing, relaxing, tingling, and electric. She was starting to fade out when Gen brushed her nipple, carefully poking it and pulling slightly. Leslie shuttered as sparks hit her brain. It was…sensual. Just as quickly as it began, it ended leaving her high and dry.
‘Other arm please.’ She was the utter professional, completely ignoring Leslie’s arousal as obvious as it was. Just as quick, it was over. With nary a glance to her moist loins, Gen pulled back and made some notes.
‘Get dressed. We’re done for now.’ She said, closing the chart and standing up. ‘It’s time for your life to begin.’
Leslie slouched, an exaggerated sigh escaping her lips. ‘If I knew everyone was going to be this dramatic I would of used a gun.’
‘Oh and wear this.’ From her bag, the doctor pulled a black t-shirt. Leslie’s heart sank as she read the white text: ‘I’m Special’ ‘Yep, should of used a gun.’
***
Leslie, now dressed in something nicer than her pajamas, was lead out of her room and into the main hallway. Gen explained as they walked. ‘You’re in a more secluded wing, so you got some level of privacy. Currently you’re one of two ‘celebrity’ patients. The other I cannot say who.’ Already Leslie’s mind was running through the list of rehab buddies and fellow stars she knew.
‘In the morning you’ll come get breakfast, you’ll also do some physical activity. The order is your choice. After that, you’ll attend therapy with Lee, then lunch.’
‘This all sounds pretty standard.’
‘That part is. In the afternoon you’ll be coming with me. We’ll be either making rounds in here, or visiting patients outside. You’ll be getting a firsthand look at what ‘the end of the line’ looks like.’ Gen stated as they turned a corner and entered another brightly lit hallway.
‘I’ve seen that.’ Leslie was suddenly defensive, ‘If you’re trying to scare me…’
‘You will be, but it won’t be my doing. You know what Krokodil is?’
Leslie shook her head. ‘Never heard of that.’
‘Well, you’ll see the results of it. We’ll be bring barf bags.’ Gen paused outside the cafeteria. ‘The point here is not to scare you, the point is to help you. You’ll meet with people, talk with them, see their struggles and ideally sympathize with them.’
Leslie nodded, not quite certain that it’ll work.
‘In a few days, you’ll go to your new living arrangements. If all goes well, we’ll make some additional changes. This isn’t just drug rehab, this is life rehab.’
‘Okay.’ It was all the starlet could come up with.
‘Come find me after you eat. Also, don’t eat the hash, there’s something wrong with it.’ Gen turned and started to walk away.
Nervous as ever, Leslie peered in the door to the eating room. Already many people were sitting in there talking in groups. To her, it looked more like a school cafeteria than a rehab center. She took a step back, then looked in again. Nervous. She was nervous about entering a damn cafeteria. Leslie stewed to herself. <,i>,I’ve done live performances in front of thousands of people, but I can’t enter a damn room?<,/i>, She paced the hall, slowly building up the courage. <,i>,Where’s Enrique when I need him.<,/i>,
Approaching the doorway again, she stopped again just before the entrance. She started to back up again, only to feel strong hands on her and she was propelled into the room. ‘You’ll not be getting food by standing in the hall!’ Shawnie had appeared and started dragging her through the cafeteria. Almost all conversation stopped as they sat and watched the spectacle.
‘Let me go! I can do this myself!’
‘Mmmhmm. Pacing the halls yes, but you may need a refresher on eating.’ Her grip did not slacken as she dragge
d the protesting starlet up to the counter. ‘She’s going to have a little of everything. Leslie, my baby girl was bigger than you when she was born, and I’m not going to have you wasting away on my watch, even if I have to take out the ladies and nurse you myself.’
Laughter at the comment erupted from the crowd, causing Leslie to flush red with embarrassment. Looking away she watched as food was piled onto the tray, an inordinate amount of food. Eggs, bacon, waffles, and the dreaded hash. ‘I can’t eat all this.’
‘Mm…you will. I’ll sit there while you clean off this plate.’ Shawnie grabbed the tray and a glass of water and lead her to an empty table. ‘Now dig in, I’ll be back to check on you momentarily.’ The nurse left, leaving Leslie staring at a mountain of food.
‘Crap.’ She picked up her fork and started in, but already she felt eyes on her as she started. This is what it’s like being the school outcast. Leslie mused. When she was back in school she was the popular girl. Queen bee as it were.
**
‘Nice shirt.’
‘Fuck you. Gen picked this out.’ Leslie spat out. After that embarrassing meal she was not in the mood for Lee’s remarks. ‘Let’s just get this over with.’
‘That’s the spirit! On the road to recovery!’
Leslie’s face took on an even darker tone as she sat down in the chair. ‘So what do you want to talk about today? My mother? My over bearing father? I don’t want to talk about those. I was pushed once as a kid, that may be the cause of my addiction.’
Those green eyes bored into her. ‘We can certainly talk about that if you want. Rather I want to focus on your career.’
‘My career?’ Confusion. ‘You’re asking me about anything that could be found on imdb?’
‘Precisely. I want your perspective.’ Lee turned the monitor on his desk so it faced her. Her imdb profile flashed before her. ‘Here’s your start, then your next movie. After that you had a string of movies. 5 in one year. Is that when you started using amphetamines?’
Leslie sighed. ‘Probably. My mother was working me to death. She didn’t have anything growing up and always told me that I was her golden ticket. I guess that meant exploiting me.’ Leslie paused when she realized what just happened.
‘Gotcha.’
‘You’re an asshole.’ She brooded for a moment before continuing. Being tricked into talking about her parents. ‘Anyway, yeah. I was in a movie with one of the Robs. They were always so high energy and I couldn’t keep up. One day he gave me one of his pills, or my mother got them from his agent. I don’t quite remember.’
‘And that was the start?’ Lee asked, writing down some things.
‘Probably. My father found out and he wasn’t angry, rather excited. I guess I was a cash cow to them.’
‘He managed you didn’t he?’
‘I prefer mismanaged me. I took way too long to realize it.’ Leslie let out a breath. ‘What’s all this mean?’
Lee stopped writing for a second and put his pen down. ‘I want to ask you, do you feel like you had agents or parents?’
Leslie was silent for a long time, and when she spoke the words slowly came out. ‘I think I have parents. Maybe? They were concerned with what I could do for them. The next role, event. It was a nightmare to keep up.’
Over the next half hour the pair went back and forth, carefully talking about Leslie’s past. They both danced around certain issues, but made the point that recovery was the future. What else was in the future, that was anyone’s guess. Lee however had plans for it.
‘I think that’s enough for today. This is step one.’ He closed his little notebook and looked over at her. ‘Lunch is available for you in the cafeteria. Then Gen will find you.’
Lee got up and offered her a hand out of the chair which she ignored. Rather she got up and was out the door as soon as she could manage.
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