The Second Place Sister: Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister: Ch. 3

... Melanie said softly, wrapping her arms around her daughter, “maybe it's going to be for the best. They'll give you the help you need, and when you come home you can get back to life as normal.” “But, I don't need help! I didn't do anything wrong! I've never done drugs! I don't know where that stuff came from! This is all a set up! It's not fair!” For the first time in her life, her parents looked at her with doubt. They wanted desperately to believe what she was saying, but the evidence was there, and it was profound. They'd even had a second test done by an outside lab, just to confirm the first results. It had come back the same. Tori's system was filled with drugs of all kinds. Her strange behavior over the last week hadn't gone unnoticed either. As much as they wanted it to be true, they'd come to the realization that Tori was lying to cover up this little episode of hers. Stephanie gave Tori a quick peck on the head, and said, “It'll be alright, Tori. They'll fix you right up, and when you get back, you'll be ready to kick my ass again on the track.” Tori smiled, just a little, but her heart hurt. Stephanie was only trying to help her feel better. She was so lucky to have a sister like her. Even though she could be a bitch sometimes, Tori was going to miss her. Stephanie waved them all good night, and left her parents to comfort her bitch sister. She had to suppress the urge to leap for joy all the way up the stairs to her room. *The NewYou Clinic* The following ...

... morning, her parents drove Tori to the NewYou Clinic. It was the first official day of summer break, and the world was beautiful. Tori stared out the window with tears in her eyes. She wouldn't be seeing this beauty again for three months. She would miss her friends, summer track, the time lounging by the pool. This wasn't fair. She was a good girl. The SUV pulled up to a big metal gate. The facility looked to be brand new, and was surrounded by high concrete walls. It may have been what Stu described as a country club for teens, but it was also clearly meant to keep the patients inside. John shared a quick word with the guard, who got on his radio, received approval, and opened the gates. They drove up a long path lined with trees, well-tended flowers, and finally came to the main building. The towering structure was a soft, welcoming brown stone, at least three levels high. There were no guard towers, no bars on the windows. It looked more like a hotel than any kind of a prison. John parked the SUV, and pulled Tori's bag from the back. She held her mother's hand as they slowly made their way up the wide granite steps to a set of blue glass doors. The lobby was like any hotel, too, with a big reception desk in the center. Neutral-colored area rugs covered the tile floor. Plush chairs dotted the lobby, and a big chandelier hung from the ceiling. The receptionist, an attractive young brunette, smiled as they approached. “Welcome to the NewYou Clinic. How can I help you?” John cleared ...