Mending Broken Wings - Part 2
Title: Mending Broken Wings - Part 2
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1404 words
Summary: The rehab days
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing, suggestive language.
Disclaimer: This is not real. But I warn you, it may make you want to hug Lindsay.
Samantha pulls her car up to the front of the rehab centre. She checks herself in the rearview mirror before getting out; she looks nervous and terrified because she is. Desperately, she tries to smile and act like her usual self. But she doesn’t feel like herself, doesn’t feel like she’s going to visit a friend. Instead, she feels like an accomplice, breaking Lindsay out of her comfort zone.
She walks inside, stuffing her hands in her pockets and pulling them back out. She does this several times, alternately, and finally crosses her hands behind her back, trying to look nonchalant.
“Can I help you?” says a kind voice from behind a large mahogany desk. Samantha nearly jumps out of her skin; she’s embarrassed knowing someone saw her jittery movements.
“Uh, sorry. Yeah, I’m just here to pick up Li-…Miss Lohan. Do you know where I could find her?” Samantha asks, making eye contact with the receptionist.
“Sure,” the woman says. “Her room is just down the hallway if you want to let her know you’re here.”
Samantha nods, looking apprehensively down a long hallway of doors. She feels like she shouldn’t be here. She waits for someone to search her, or to see security guards patrolling the hallways but none of this happens. The woman tells her Lindsay’s room number and resumes her work.
She walks down the hallway, glancing back and forth at each of the room numbers. Some doors are closed; others slightly open with different scenes behind each. In one room, Samantha sees an elderly man with messy hair looking through photos of his grandkids. In another, a very young girl clutching a pillow and crying. She feels guilty and wants to take back all of what she’s seen; she doesn’t deserve such an absolute look into the suffering of complete strangers.
Lindsay’s room is near the end of the hallway. The door is shut; a construction paper star with the girl’s name written on it is taped just below the room number. Samantha smirks; she hopes the girl has been getting the VIP treatment she deserves.
Knock, knock.
“Who’s there?” Lindsay shouts from inside. She sounds nervous. Samantha heart constricts.
“Samantha. Just here to pick you up from dinner.” A shuffling of feet and the doorknob turns.
The door opens and Lindsay steps back, her long dress flowing as she walks. She smiles and gestures Samantha inside. Her room is decently sized, with a single bed, dresser, a cluttered desk and a small closet. Samantha knows this doesn’t even hold a fraction of the clothes that she owns.
“I was just painting my nails. You can sit if you want.”
Samantha sits on the edge of the bed; Lindsay joins her. The woman looks around. She sees a happy family photo from a few years back on the girl’s desk, a photo of herself and stacks of scribbled pieces of notepaper. She’s glad to see the girl has been writing down her feelings instead of bottling them inside like she usually does.
“So have you decided where you want to eat?”
Lindsay thinks for a second. “Sushi. Let’s go to Matsuhisa.”
Samantha nods. “There’s a new sushi places that just opened if you-“ she begins. Lindsay cuts her off with an abrupt and certain “no”. Samantha nods again but looks confused.
Lindsay puts the cap back on her nail polish and slips her feet into a pair of open-toed shoes. “Change isn’t good for my recovery. We should go.”
Samantha stands up and steps into the hallway; Lindsay follows, closing the door quietly behind her.
When they reach the car, Samantha rushes ahead and opens Lindsay’s door for her; the girl blushes and ducks into the vehicle.
Samantha turns the radio down once inside. She watches as Lindsay chews nervously on her fingernails and stares out the window.
“You okay? We don’t have to go anywhere. I don’t mind just hanging out here,” Samantha says, letting the car idle.
Lindsay nods and smiles. “No, I want to. Please.”
Samantha shifts the car into drive and obeys the girl’s wishes, driving off into the evening.
They don’t talk much on the way. Samantha asks the girl if she’s being taken good care of. She nods. Has she made any friends? She shrugs and laughs nervously. Have her parents been to visit?
“No, thankfully. They’re the reason I’m here you know? Because they can’t get along for a fucking second. Not even to celebrate my birthday. When I get out of here, I’m taking Cody and Ali and Michael and raising them myself.”
Samantha doesn’t know what to say so she just nods and continues to drive.
The valet greets them, takes Samantha’s keys and wishes them a good evening. Lindsay smiles at him like she’s never been so happy to see anyone before; this is possibly true because she hasn’t seen anyone new for weeks.
As they walk inside, Samantha keeps her hand behind the girl, grazing her back accidentally with her palm a few times. She apologizes but the girl doesn’t seem to mind. Lindsay grabs her hand and holds it tightly in her own.
A waitress seats them right away. Samantha browses the menu even though she already knows exactly what she’ll order; the same thing she’s ordered each time before. Lindsay sits across the table, smiling adoringly at her. “Order whatever you want, okay?”
Samantha smiles nervously and nods. “Do you know what you’re getting?” she asks the girl who has yet to pick up her menu.
Lindsay nods and recites her choice; the same thing she’s ordered each time before.
Samantha feels uneasy. In a way, this feels like a date; Lindsay insists on paying and despite the situation, the vibe between them is romantic. At the same time, she feels as though she’s taking advantage.
“I can pay for my own, honestly. I don’t mind,” Samantha says after they’ve placed their orders.
Lindsay smiles. “Nonsense. I want to look after you for once.”
Another waitress approaches to take their drink order. Lindsay asks for a limewater.
“I’ll have a double J-“ Samantha begins without thinking; it’s what she always orders. She swallows her words when she catches her mistake. “Limewater too, please.”
Lindsay pulls out her phone and begins to absentmindedly text message, not looking at Samantha. “You could have just ordered your drink, you know? I know you just changed your mind for my sake.”
Samantha shrugs, dropping a cloth napkin onto her lap. “It’s okay. I should drink more water anyway.”
“I don’t even it miss it, alcohol,” Lindsay says abruptly. “Not the taste, the smell - anything. Plus, it’s not like I need to drink to have a good time. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” Lindsay says this quickly and with conviction.
Samantha tries hard to convince herself the girl is telling the truth but knows she’s not. In fact, she’s not sure she has ever seen the girl stone cold sober. As an actress, Lindsay became a master at hiding her intoxication. Besides, alcohol was the least of her problems.
Awkward silence sets in. Both girls breathe a sigh of relief when their food arrives and they dig in immediately.
At the end of their meal, Lindsay pays with her credit card and leaves a hefty tip. They wait in silence for the valet to retrieve Samantha’s car.
“Are you going straight home after this?” Lindsay asks curiously. Samantha nods, fighting back a yawn. “Can we drive around for awhile? I’m not really to go back yet.” Samantha nods again just as her car pulls up.
“Where did you wanna go?” the woman asks, waiting for direction before she leaves the parking lot.
Lindsay shrugs and doesn’t say anything. Samantha chooses a direction and just drives.
After a while, Lindsay speaks up. “Can we go to the canyon?” Samantha nods and makes a U-turn; their destination is in the opposite direction.
They pull into the parking lot beside a hiking trail. It’s late in the evening now and the view is beautiful. Samantha stops the car and looks to Lindsay. The girl is mesmerized by the breathtaking sunset.
“Thanks for dinner by the way. You really didn’t have to,” Samantha says, wiggling out of her seatbelt to sit more comfortably.
“I want you to fuck me,” Lindsay says plainly, unbuckling her own seatbelt.
Samantha swallows hard and looks at the girl wide eyed. If the circumstances were different, the woman knows she wouldn’t think twice about giving in to the request. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
Lindsay stares back as though her request is nothing out of the ordinary. “Why not?”
Samantha stutters and reaches for her seatbelt. “Well, I mean…here? And now? I should get you back. It’s getting late.”
Lindsay pushes the woman’s hand away from her seatbelt and climbs onto her lap in the driver’s seat. There’s fire in her eyes, but not the kind of fire Samantha remembers fondly from their first encounters of the same kind.
“I don’t want to go back yet. Please don’t make me.”
Samantha keeps her hands at her sides. She stares the aggressive girl in the eye and nods nervously.
“Samantha, please…” Lindsay begs. She takes the woman’s hand and forces it beneath her dress. “It won’t take long, I promise. And then you can take me back.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1404 words
Summary: The rehab days
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing, suggestive language.
Disclaimer: This is not real. But I warn you, it may make you want to hug Lindsay.
Samantha pulls her car up to the front of the rehab centre. She checks herself in the rearview mirror before getting out; she looks nervous and terrified because she is. Desperately, she tries to smile and act like her usual self. But she doesn’t feel like herself, doesn’t feel like she’s going to visit a friend. Instead, she feels like an accomplice, breaking Lindsay out of her comfort zone.
She walks inside, stuffing her hands in her pockets and pulling them back out. She does this several times, alternately, and finally crosses her hands behind her back, trying to look nonchalant.
“Can I help you?” says a kind voice from behind a large mahogany desk. Samantha nearly jumps out of her skin; she’s embarrassed knowing someone saw her jittery movements.
“Uh, sorry. Yeah, I’m just here to pick up Li-…Miss Lohan. Do you know where I could find her?” Samantha asks, making eye contact with the receptionist.
“Sure,” the woman says. “Her room is just down the hallway if you want to let her know you’re here.”
Samantha nods, looking apprehensively down a long hallway of doors. She feels like she shouldn’t be here. She waits for someone to search her, or to see security guards patrolling the hallways but none of this happens. The woman tells her Lindsay’s room number and resumes her work.
She walks down the hallway, glancing back and forth at each of the room numbers. Some doors are closed; others slightly open with different scenes behind each. In one room, Samantha sees an elderly man with messy hair looking through photos of his grandkids. In another, a very young girl clutching a pillow and crying. She feels guilty and wants to take back all of what she’s seen; she doesn’t deserve such an absolute look into the suffering of complete strangers.
Lindsay’s room is near the end of the hallway. The door is shut; a construction paper star with the girl’s name written on it is taped just below the room number. Samantha smirks; she hopes the girl has been getting the VIP treatment she deserves.
Knock, knock.
“Who’s there?” Lindsay shouts from inside. She sounds nervous. Samantha heart constricts.
“Samantha. Just here to pick you up from dinner.” A shuffling of feet and the doorknob turns.
The door opens and Lindsay steps back, her long dress flowing as she walks. She smiles and gestures Samantha inside. Her room is decently sized, with a single bed, dresser, a cluttered desk and a small closet. Samantha knows this doesn’t even hold a fraction of the clothes that she owns.
“I was just painting my nails. You can sit if you want.”
Samantha sits on the edge of the bed; Lindsay joins her. The woman looks around. She sees a happy family photo from a few years back on the girl’s desk, a photo of herself and stacks of scribbled pieces of notepaper. She’s glad to see the girl has been writing down her feelings instead of bottling them inside like she usually does.
“So have you decided where you want to eat?”
Lindsay thinks for a second. “Sushi. Let’s go to Matsuhisa.”
Samantha nods. “There’s a new sushi places that just opened if you-“ she begins. Lindsay cuts her off with an abrupt and certain “no”. Samantha nods again but looks confused.
Lindsay puts the cap back on her nail polish and slips her feet into a pair of open-toed shoes. “Change isn’t good for my recovery. We should go.”
Samantha stands up and steps into the hallway; Lindsay follows, closing the door quietly behind her.
When they reach the car, Samantha rushes ahead and opens Lindsay’s door for her; the girl blushes and ducks into the vehicle.
Samantha turns the radio down once inside. She watches as Lindsay chews nervously on her fingernails and stares out the window.
“You okay? We don’t have to go anywhere. I don’t mind just hanging out here,” Samantha says, letting the car idle.
Lindsay nods and smiles. “No, I want to. Please.”
Samantha shifts the car into drive and obeys the girl’s wishes, driving off into the evening.
They don’t talk much on the way. Samantha asks the girl if she’s being taken good care of. She nods. Has she made any friends? She shrugs and laughs nervously. Have her parents been to visit?
“No, thankfully. They’re the reason I’m here you know? Because they can’t get along for a fucking second. Not even to celebrate my birthday. When I get out of here, I’m taking Cody and Ali and Michael and raising them myself.”
Samantha doesn’t know what to say so she just nods and continues to drive.
The valet greets them, takes Samantha’s keys and wishes them a good evening. Lindsay smiles at him like she’s never been so happy to see anyone before; this is possibly true because she hasn’t seen anyone new for weeks.
As they walk inside, Samantha keeps her hand behind the girl, grazing her back accidentally with her palm a few times. She apologizes but the girl doesn’t seem to mind. Lindsay grabs her hand and holds it tightly in her own.
A waitress seats them right away. Samantha browses the menu even though she already knows exactly what she’ll order; the same thing she’s ordered each time before. Lindsay sits across the table, smiling adoringly at her. “Order whatever you want, okay?”
Samantha smiles nervously and nods. “Do you know what you’re getting?” she asks the girl who has yet to pick up her menu.
Lindsay nods and recites her choice; the same thing she’s ordered each time before.
Samantha feels uneasy. In a way, this feels like a date; Lindsay insists on paying and despite the situation, the vibe between them is romantic. At the same time, she feels as though she’s taking advantage.
“I can pay for my own, honestly. I don’t mind,” Samantha says after they’ve placed their orders.
Lindsay smiles. “Nonsense. I want to look after you for once.”
Another waitress approaches to take their drink order. Lindsay asks for a limewater.
“I’ll have a double J-“ Samantha begins without thinking; it’s what she always orders. She swallows her words when she catches her mistake. “Limewater too, please.”
Lindsay pulls out her phone and begins to absentmindedly text message, not looking at Samantha. “You could have just ordered your drink, you know? I know you just changed your mind for my sake.”
Samantha shrugs, dropping a cloth napkin onto her lap. “It’s okay. I should drink more water anyway.”
“I don’t even it miss it, alcohol,” Lindsay says abruptly. “Not the taste, the smell - anything. Plus, it’s not like I need to drink to have a good time. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” Lindsay says this quickly and with conviction.
Samantha tries hard to convince herself the girl is telling the truth but knows she’s not. In fact, she’s not sure she has ever seen the girl stone cold sober. As an actress, Lindsay became a master at hiding her intoxication. Besides, alcohol was the least of her problems.
Awkward silence sets in. Both girls breathe a sigh of relief when their food arrives and they dig in immediately.
At the end of their meal, Lindsay pays with her credit card and leaves a hefty tip. They wait in silence for the valet to retrieve Samantha’s car.
“Are you going straight home after this?” Lindsay asks curiously. Samantha nods, fighting back a yawn. “Can we drive around for awhile? I’m not really to go back yet.” Samantha nods again just as her car pulls up.
“Where did you wanna go?” the woman asks, waiting for direction before she leaves the parking lot.
Lindsay shrugs and doesn’t say anything. Samantha chooses a direction and just drives.
After a while, Lindsay speaks up. “Can we go to the canyon?” Samantha nods and makes a U-turn; their destination is in the opposite direction.
They pull into the parking lot beside a hiking trail. It’s late in the evening now and the view is beautiful. Samantha stops the car and looks to Lindsay. The girl is mesmerized by the breathtaking sunset.
“Thanks for dinner by the way. You really didn’t have to,” Samantha says, wiggling out of her seatbelt to sit more comfortably.
“I want you to fuck me,” Lindsay says plainly, unbuckling her own seatbelt.
Samantha swallows hard and looks at the girl wide eyed. If the circumstances were different, the woman knows she wouldn’t think twice about giving in to the request. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
Lindsay stares back as though her request is nothing out of the ordinary. “Why not?”
Samantha stutters and reaches for her seatbelt. “Well, I mean…here? And now? I should get you back. It’s getting late.”
Lindsay pushes the woman’s hand away from her seatbelt and climbs onto her lap in the driver’s seat. There’s fire in her eyes, but not the kind of fire Samantha remembers fondly from their first encounters of the same kind.
“I don’t want to go back yet. Please don’t make me.”
Samantha keeps her hands at her sides. She stares the aggressive girl in the eye and nods nervously.
“Samantha, please…” Lindsay begs. She takes the woman’s hand and forces it beneath her dress. “It won’t take long, I promise. And then you can take me back.”