Set My Heart Ablaze

Ch. 19

Mya's POV

No no no. This can't be fucking happening. Why would Hanna tell her about that? There is no way she would ruin her friendship with Blaze over a drunken mistake.

"Maya what was that all about?" my mom asks once we're all back in the house.

"Nothing," I shake my head. "Can I have my keys?"

"No. You're still grounded. Just because you had a fight with Blaze doesn't mean you get to go chase her down," mama says.

"That's not fair. I need to see her. She's upset right now and I have to explain what happened," I say, my patience running thin.

"Why don't you start by telling us what happened instead of saying nothing, then maybe we can talk," mom says.

"Oh my god stop," I scream. "Now is not the time for your fucking lectures. Just give me my damn keys."

"Woah you need to chill out right now Mya. You are being really disrespectful. Nothing is yours unless you paid for it," mama yells.

"Ugh I hate you. You treat me like a little kid because you don't know how to be parents. News flash, you don't get to ruin my life because you don't know how to communicate with me."

A hand slaps me across the face and I turn to see my mom fuming. "Go to your damn room right now."

I run upstairs and slam my door. My mind is racing as I pull out my phone and try calling Blaze. Her phone goes straight to voicemail which pisses me off. Without thinking I throw the phone across the room against the wall. I can't stop myself from throwing everything around in my room and screaming my lungs out.

"This is so stupid. I hate you," I scream hoping my moms can hear me.

My adrenaline is rushing as I go over to my closet I pull out my secret stash. After doing a line to calm myself down I collapse on the floor. My heart is racing and I feel like I'm having a mental break down. I'm so out of it that I don't even realize when I pass out until I wake up the next morning in a room that's not my own.

"There she is. Hi Mya. I'm doctor Lewis. How do you feel?"

"W-what?" I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. "Where am I?"

"You're in a rehab facility for young people battling addiction. Your parents checked you in," he says calmly.

"No," I shake my head feeling myself begin to panic. "I don't have a problem. I shouldn't be here. Call my moms."

"I will call your parents to let them know you're awake, but Mya you do have a problem and everyone is very worried about you."

I start to bawl my eyes out as he continues to tell me about the facility and how they plan to treat me. I can't believe my life has spiraled out of control in a matter of hours and now I'm locked away like a criminal.

I've been stripped out of my clothes and dressed in some stupid hospital outfit. I don't even remember that happening. The doctor has someone bring me some food then leaves me alone to get adjusted. My chest feels like it's caving in as I continue hyperventilating through my tears. I can't believe my parents would blindside me like this. On top of that, Blaze hates me now and I can't do anything to fix it.

Hours go by, then days, then weeks. Eventually my parents come to visit and so does Mila and Micah. I don't talk to them though so the visits usually don't last long. The on-site tutor keeps me up to date on my school work so I can stay on track to graduate. I'm not allowed to know anything about Blaze or have any contact with her, which means no internet access for me. Besides being treated for my drug addiction I'm also being treated for mental health issues, which means weekly meetings with a psychiatrist. The irony is I went from being drugged up willingly to being drugged up on antidepressants by force.

Every day when I wake up and every night before I go to sleep I think about Blaze. I wonder what she's doing and if she knows where I am. I wonder if she'll ever talk to me again. I think about how happy she must be on tour finally and hopefully she's taking care of herself.

I miss her so much it hurts. I wish this was all a dream and I could just wake up now.

"Hi Mya. Your moms are here to see you," my nurse peeks her head in and says.

It's been a few days since the last time they came to visit and this time I'm not letting them leave without me.

The nurse lets them in the room and I stare out the window. They sit down on the little couch across from my bed and stare at me in silence.

"Mya sweetie how are you feeling today?" my mom asks.

I don't say anything.

"We heard you had a rough day yesterday. What happened?" mama chimes in. "Why did you cut yourself."

"Shut up," I mumble.

"What?"

"Shut up," I yell, finally turning to look at them. "Why are you here? It's the same thing every time. Mya how are you? Did you eat? Are you mentally stable? We miss you."

"Babygirl we did this for you. We want you to get better and we can't help you by ourselves," mom says.

"No you wanted to get rid of me because you couldn't control me. What if I was away at college doing the same things instead of being under your roof? How would you handle it?"

"We would come get you and still check you into rehab Mya. That wouldn't change. No matter where you go we are still your parents and still care about your well being," mama says.

"I want to go home. I hate this fucking place. It's not helping me. It's making me crazy. There are literal psychos in here," I scream. "It's been two months. I'm clean now. Please just let me come home."

My moms rush over to me and wrap their arms around me while I sob hysterically. I just need to get out of here so I can get back to normal.

"Ok calm down," mom says as she rubs my back. "Maybe we can talk about a weekend visit. If the doctor says it's ok we can do that."

I nod. "O-ok."

Of course my crying works and the fact that my mom is Billie. They allow me to leave with them for the weekend and give strict instructions on when to bring me back.

We pick up food on the way home then I complain that I'm tired so they'll let me go to my room. I wait for a few hours until I'm sure they're asleep then pack a bag and leave.

With no phone I have no way to contact anyone or even get a Uber so I decide to walk.

It feels like fucking forever before I reach my destination. I bang on the door and wait for it to open.

"Mya? What the fuck are you doing here?" Hanna says in shock.

"Nice to see you too," I push past her and walk inside. "Why didn't you come see me?"

"First of all I had no idea where you were. You just fell off the planet after Blaze's temper tantrum."

I roll my eyes. "Speaking of which, why did you tell her that shit about us? That was unnecessary."

"She pissed me off, we argued, then she couldn't handle it," she shrugs. "So where have you been."

"It's a long damn story."