Happy Little Pill

The car sat in idle while I stared at the steering wheel. I haven't seen my mother in over two years. I hate being associated with her, and yet I'm meeting up with her? I felt a hand on my own that took my from my thoughts.

"Are you alright?" Andy chuckled and I nodded while sighing.

"Come on, then," he said and then climbed out of the car, pushing his sunglasses over his eyes. A final sigh left my mouth and I shut the car off. When I climbed out of the car I immediately regretted it. My mother had made her presence known. I slammed my door and walked to the front and just stared at her.

"Is that her?" Andy pointed and I nodded.

"Yeah. I should have known she would do this," I said. Severly had been my favorite restaurant in LA, now I don't know if I want to eat there. I continued staring at her and bit the inside of my lip. Why does she have to put a big show on wherever she goes? As I stared at her, she finally noticed me and waved.

"Sadee! Oh my gosh sweetie! Come here," she said with her thick Nashville accent. I just stood by my car and stared at her.

"Sadee, get over here young lady, I wanna get a picture with you," she smiled even more and I sighed before walking over to her.

"Everyone this is my talented daughter Sadee Christian," she was showing me off and I swallowed. She wrapped her arm around me tightly and showed off her pearly white teeth. I stole a glance over at Andy, who was smirking and facing the ground but still looking at me.

"What is it like being the daughter of Lori Ann Christian?" Someone asked me and I looked at them.

"Such a great pleasure," I said through my teeth. They all smiled and ate it up.

"Are you a singer like your mother?"

"Um, no I am actually a songwriter and I am working with that man over there on a project. He is the wonderful singer of the rock/metal band Black Veil Brides," I said with a smile.

"Oh, you aren't doing country?"

"Um no, as much as it would make sense, I actually hate country music," I said and then my mom's arm dropped and her expression became upset.

"Alright, I am done with this, let's go inside," she said and pushed her way through the crowds and into the restaurant. I smirked a little before following her. Andy came to my side and we all entered Severly. When we were seated my mother was avoiding my eyes.

"So you're Andy?" She asked him. Andy nodded and bit his lip ring.

"Mom, you wanted to tell me something, what is it?" I asked. She looked up at me and sighed.

"I'm retiring," she said.

"Good for you," I said. How this has anything to do with me, I have no idea.

"And I want you to be head of the label," she said. I looked at her and swallowed.

"Why the hell would I want to do that?" I asked.

"Because you are my daughter, and you have an obligation," she said.

"What about Lauren? She's your daughter too, can't she do it?" I asked.

"Lauren lives in Germany and works with the UN, you know that," she said.

"Well, I'm not going to run a fucking label that supports music I have no interest in," I said.

"Watch your mouth Sadee! I don't care what you have interest in. I am your mother and you are going to run the label," she was trying to order me.

"No. I. Am. Not," I said and her nostrils flared.

"What do you have against country music?" She asked.

"What do I have against country music? Hmm, I don't know. It was forced down my throat every single damn minute of my childhood. I grew up in a house that only played country music. It is all cookie-cutter music. Oh you have a story about a party that has beer and trucks? Well, honey that is your next single. How about no thank you!" I was getting irritated.

"What are you doing now then?" She asked.

"Well, you see, I am writing damn good songs with this man over here for a project of his. His managers and his label love them, and well frankly, I feel more at home in that studio then I ever would in yours," I said. I was about ready to leave.

"Sadee, I know you took your father's death-"

"What the fuck does any of this have to do with dad?!" I yelled and she looked at me.

"Sadee, your father owned the label before I did, he was the one who came up with the idea," she said. I looked at her.

"I don't believe you. Dad hated country music, hated it. You may think he was all for going along and loving you sing about heart break and cheating, but he hated it. He told me the day before he died!" I yelled at her and she looked at me.

"Calm down Sadee Luanne Christian!" My mom pulled out my whole name and I chuckled sarcastically.

"I can't believe you would even think I would agree to run your damn record label. I have my own life here in LA and you are not going to ruin it!" I yelled and got up from the table.

"Where are you going? We haven't even ordered," she said and I flipped her off.

"Fuck you," I said and walked out of the restaurant. The second I stepped outside I was bombarded by people trying to take my picture and asking me questions.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I yelled and pushed the people out of the way before climbing into my car. I slammed the door and smacked the steering wheel. Who does she think she is? Telling me I have an obligation to run that label? This is why I left Nashville, to get away from her stupid, over powering, negligent personality.

The slamming of the passenger door tore me away from my thoughts and I looked at Andy.

"You okay?" He asked. I shook my head and drove off.

When we got back to the house, I climbed out of the car and went into the house without looking back. I threw my purse at the couch and ran up the stairs and to my bedroom. How could she even bring up my dad? He had nothing to do with her success. He was a freaking surgeon turned politician. Nothing to do with music. They got married after she dropped her sophomore album. It was a hasty decision but they did it for me and Lauren. All sorts of dark thoughts came rushing back into my mind and I seriously thought about hurting myself. I collapsed to the floor and curled into a ball. The tears just kept falling and I couldn't stop them. My body spazzed and I then realized I was having an anxiety attack.

I heard someone running up the stairs and through the hall, but I couldn't see. My vision was blurred, and not by the tears. I don't know what is happening. I couldn't feel anything in my body and I had no control. Then I felt arms around my body, holding me tightly to stop me from shaking. My breathing slowed and I began to feel my body again. I gripped onto the person and cried into their shoulder.

"Shh, it's okay Sadee, I'm here," I heard Andy say and I gripped tighter to him. He rubbed my back and I just cried. Man, we need to stop being such a mess.

Notes

Alrighty, new chapter. Sadee's mom is kind of a bitch and Sadee hates her. I promise you will find out what happened with Sadee's dad in the next chapter. But yes, Sadee does have a past in self harm and anxiety attacks. Hope you liked it!