Saving Leslie
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It seems that I’m speeding up with my writing. It’s because of readers like you that have caused me to speed up and continue this tale. Thanks! All characters are over 18, etc. Comments and feedback are welcome.
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‘What do you mean!’ Leslie shouted, mouth frothing with toothpaste. She looked like a mad dog, and her mood matched.
‘Leslie, we heard you last night. I think the entire building did.’ Gen looked over at her before handing her a paper towel. ‘The night nurse heard you and thought you were being attacked. When she came in she realized what you were doing.’
Leslie was silent as she wiped her mouth. Her eyes smoldered in anger. My privacy has been invaded. Again!
‘Yesterday during your exam you started to get excited. Not ‘oh my nipples’ excited. You were leaking. A lot.’ Gen stared into the room again as Leslie turned away, blushing furiously.
‘Are you going to tell?’
‘Your therapist? No. This can stay between us girls. We will however talk about it.’ The doctor paused before continuing. ‘We can start now if you want.’
‘I’d rather not.’
‘I thought so. We’ll speak on it later, but now it’s time to get you exercising. Something to focus on’ Gen reached in a plucked the blushing blonde from the bathroom.
Leslie, her mood dampened, obeyed and followed the mulatto doctor. As they walked along the corridors other patients milled about. Most were Leslie’s age, some older, some younger. All of them seemed in rather high spirits considering where they were. ‘Is everyone here for addiction?’
‘Most. There’s also a level of hospice care, which you saw yesterday. This place is the Ritz compared what’s happening in Maine.’
‘What’s happening there?’
‘Maine has taken a different stance on narcotics. Rather than treatment they’re using retribution. There’s one facility that only has 16 beds for treatment, and that’s 7 days only. They’re having to turn away 100+ people a day. My college roommate actually just got terminated from her job there.’
‘What the hell?’ Leslie felt bad, even if she resisted rehab. Several times.
‘Heroin is popular up there, and the state is not treating it. Substance abuse needs treatment, as it’s a slippery slope back to abuse.’
‘Are you going to stay with me the rest of my life?’ Leslie asked, half sarcastically.
Gen snorted. ‘Nope, I’m to get you back together then kick you out. I’m sure we can stay friends.’
Leslie glowered. ‘I don’t want friends.’
‘And that, my dear Ms. Ryan, is where you’ve gone wrong.’ The pushed through a door and entered into the fitness area. It looked more like a professional gym, quite more than Leslie expected. ‘Here we are.’
‘This is it?’
‘Mmmhmm. You also have a coach to watch over you. You’ll not be treading water or sitting on a machine for an hour. Her name is Colleen Bradley. There will be more names for her after all this I’m sure.’
‘Great.’ Is everyone in fucking nuts?
‘Colleen!’ Gen shouted and a woman at a bench perked up and started to walk over. Leslie drank in her visage. Medium height, the woman had chin length raven black hair. Clad in yoga pants and a sports bra, her flesh was pale. Moderately sized breasts stuck out from her chest, nipples prominent against the black material, and the slight sign of a tattoo on her side. This woman lived to work out. Just her sight was enough to fill Leslie with desire.
That desire abruptly ended when she spoke. A rich English accent erupted from her lips. ‘Got me another one did you doc?’ This did not bode well.
‘Yes, Colleen. She wants to swim.’
‘Alright Lass, come with me. We’re get you into the pool.’ Leslie didn’t like the sound of this at all.
‘When you’re done, you can change and get breakfast, then to Lee.’ With that, Gen turned and left along any chance of Leslie escaping.
‘Come on, no sense dawdling.’ A strong arm gripped her and dragged her along. As she went she caught a brief glimpse of people working out, the facilities were nice, akin to a high end gym or spa. Her current treatment however did not feel like a spa day. Was that Lee over there? Maybe it was, but something didn’t look right. She couldn’t tell as she crossed from carpet past the locker area and onto tile.
The overwhelming stench of chlorine filled the air. Abruptly they stopped and Colleen’s grip slackened. ‘Alright, here we are. Get out of those clothes and into the pool.’ It was not a request.
Dutifully, she complied, shedding the t-shirt, shorts and sandals she grabbed on her way out. Colleen appraised her body, making Leslie feel like a piece of meat. She squeezed a bicep and poked at her stomach. ‘Do they feed you? You’re all bones. No matter, we’ll get some muscle on you. Now in.’
Leslie carefully approached the large pool, carefully dipping her toe in to check the temperature. Fortunately it seemed just a little cold. She glanced about and saw that there were only a few people in the pool, and those were thankfully occupied. Colleen came up behind her.
‘You can climb in, jump in, or dive in. If those don’t work you can be pushed in or thrown in.’ Leslie knew that she would make good on that threat. Taking a deep breath she launched herself in. Her body arced several feet before breaking the water. A brief instant later she came up gasping. The water was a lot colder than she thought. Her nipples puckered instantly.
‘Good start there. Now, I think you should be able to get 20 laps done in the next hour.’ Leslie immediately started moving to the side. ‘No, long ways.’ Leslie sank slightly where she was treading water.
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Leslie dragged herself towards Lee’s office. Swimming was a disaster, everything ached. She doubted she had ever swam that much or that hard. Nothing motivates you like a British woman yelling at you from the side of the pool as you attempted to swim, save jaws swimming behind you. She criticized her strokes, her athleticism, her demeanor. Nothing was beyond reproach. Leslie asked her why her panties were in a bunch. Colleen responded, without hesitation, that she wasn’t wearing any. The names flew from then on. Ballbusting Bradley, Colleen the cunt, the list grew as the hour dragged on. It was so bad that Leslie wondered if she had a dick under those pants. Those tight, tight pants. She must have been commando, she saw no lines. Even though Colleen worked her to death, Leslie still wanted her.
Leslie dragged herself forward to Lee’s office, dreading what was going to happen today. Yet, she knew it was for the better. The scar on her arm told her that. The sooner they declared her treated to the sooner she could leave and be back to her life. She approached the door grumbling, but when she heard a conversation she went immediately silent.
The door was closed but she could make out two distinct voices. Leslie carefully pressed her ear to the door.
‘…tre…ent…prog…ure…’ A distinctly female voice.
‘Nothing…can…help?’ Probably Lee’s.
‘…at this time…’ Leslie felt like such a voyeur, but also thought that this was about her. As such she wanted, no needed, to know. She could make out scarce details of the ongoing conversation however. The little bits and pieces only increased the mystery. The conversation shifted and it seemed like someone was about to leave. Hurriedly, Leslie retreated as fast as her aching muscles would allow. Safely around the corner she peaked back around.
The door opened and Lee stood in the door. A female doctor she didn’t recognize was there. Their conversation went on for another minute before the doctor turned and left. Lee stood in the doorway for minute before retreating back into his room. Leslie waited several moments before she reentered the hall and knocked on his door.
‘Come in.’
Leslie dragged herself in, studying Lee and she entered the room. He
seemed pensive. ‘Hello.’
‘Hello Leslie. You look a little worn down.’
‘I swam today.’
‘Ms. Bradley?’ Leslie nodded in response. ‘Tough luck. She’s going to push you to your limit.’
‘She already has.’
‘Nope not yet.’ Lee closed the file on his desk and filed it to the side. He then pulled another one out and opened it. ‘So, I heard something today that piqued my interest.’
Leslie tightened for a moment. ‘About me?’
‘About you.’ He paused for a moment, causing Leslie to feel panic well within her. Did Gen lie? Will I have to talk about that…with him? ‘So how many nightmares do you normally have?’
Leslie relaxed. Oh that. Her secret was safe. ‘A few.’
‘This one was standard or more intense?’
‘It was real, or felt real. Two disparate parts of me yelling at one another while I stood by unable to do anything.’ Leslie replied. The answer came out easy, surprisingly easy in fact.
‘What were these two parts of you?’ Lee asked, his left hand writing while his right supported his chin.
Leslie went on to describe the parts, trying to make the connections of what the represented. Lee merely nodded, saying little. This wasn’t what progress normally felt like to her.
Finally, ‘You have a choice to make here. I’m not saying your bipolar, but there are two parts of you fighting for control. There’s the innocent part of you, then there’s the more aggressive part. In old interviews you’ve said you wanted to be the best. I’d say your brain justifies the liquor and pills by thinking that. Leslie needed the edge, she needed to be everywhere.
‘Unfortunately, your body said no. After the your last film you kept pushing. As I recall there was Oscar talk for you in your last big hit?’ Leslie nodded. ‘Yet, that didn’t happen. So your brain says we need to go harder. You moved up as it were to something stronger. Amphetamines, pain killers, uppers, anything to get ahead. Your parents said that. Than it all came crashing down on you. I think that you want to get better, but you’re fighting yourself along that way. It’s a common problem. You can go drug free, or slip hard back abuse.’ He paused then added, ‘Like you’ve done before.’
‘I want to get better.’ Leslie responded, still unsure.
‘No doubt, but you’ll have to commit yourself to it. You’ll have to fight those demons of yours.’ He leaned over the desk. ‘I’ll make you a deal Leslie. If you make it through this week in my sole estimation, I’ll have something special lined up for you.’
‘Will it be ice cream at dinner?’ She asked sarcastically.
‘They already offer that, you just have to ask.’ He responded flatly.
‘Oh.’ She suddenly perked up. Another surprise for her. Maybe they’ll have chocolate. I could use some chocolate. ‘What is it?’
He wagged a finger at her, ‘Nope. That ruins the surprise.’
Leslie sighed, defeated. ‘Alright what now?’
‘We’re going to delve into you, like we’ve already started. The dream, sorry nightmare, you had is a sign of the choice you need to make. I hope you just make the right one.’
‘So do I.’
‘I think we’re set for today, is there anything else you want to discuss?’
‘No.’ Leslie paused as she considered her situation. ‘Wait, yes. Has anyone one tried to inquire about me? My health? My status? Mom, dad or Tom? You said that media tried to comment but…my family?’ Tom of course was her off and on boyfriend. Leslie was dreading this. The thought occurred to her yesterday when they discussed her parents, and now she wanted to know.
Lee sighed and punched a request into his computer. ‘Leslie, no one has tried to contact us, family or otherwise, regarding your health, or rehab. I’m sorry.’
A single crack caused her emotional wall to burst. Tears burst through her brown eyes as the realization hit her. No one she seemed to care about even bothered to ask if she was okay, much less alive. No doubt my parents are checking up on my life insurance. Tears flowed like a river from her eyes, dripping off her chin onto her clothes. People she didn’t know before she cut herself cared more than her family.
Lee came over and tried to comfort her. In her weakness she buried her face into his shoulder as the tears started to stain his shirt. ‘It’ll be okay Leslie.’ He said, trying to reassure her without crossing any boundaries.
She pulled back slightly, her face streaked from her exertion, her eyes red and blurry. ‘No it won’t! I have nothing left now!’
‘You still are alive Leslie, that’s something.’ Lee pulled a box of tissues over and presented them to her. Taking several, she tried to wipe her eyes and stem her nose as best as she could. Leslie knew he was correct, but right now could care less about what was right. The tears exploded again and she buried herself in his shoulder, her arms clinging to his body.
Lee looked up where Genevieve leaned against the closed door and shook his head negatively.
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I know a certain character keeps coming up in several of my stories. She’s a favorite of mine that was created a while ago. She will keep appearing in my tales. If you want a better idea of her, picture Jen Hilman with raven black hair.
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