After Forever & Ever

Chapter 106

Hardin-Present

The past month and a half Tessa and I have really been killin it at the whole long distance thing. We text all day, FaceTime constantly and we have been good actually great even better than when she left which I didn't think was even possible.

LA is going to be home to everyone I care about soon and I'm pretty fucking stoked about it.

I feel better than ever and no temptation to not stay clean. I feel good really fucking good.

I have even been playing basketball again and made some LA friends through that. The friend I have gotten closest to just got out of rehab a few months ago....it's hard not to find people in LA who either had a problem or have one. His name is JJ.

He's pretty cool and he's really fucking good at basketball. We get to the court today to play a pick up game and there are these other group of guys there already so we ask them how long they have left and after talking some shit they want to play us...which okay fine.

All in good fun until the end of the game it's tied up and they start playing dirty and I obviously don't back down to anything physical thrown at me or trash talk. So this dude on the other team got in my face and JJ pushed me away and told me to leave it alone...and I did because it wasn't worth it...but next time he is near me he crashes right into me on purpose and I hear a fucking pop and I feel like I actually felt my ACL tear. I think adrenaline rushed through me because I got up almost instantly pushed his down and got a good fucking shot then JJ pulled me off him. When I tried to walk away that was when I realized how fucked up my knee actually was and I hobbled to the bench and sat down and I could definitely tell it was messed up....great.

JJ offered to take me to the ER and on the way when I went to pull my phone out of my pocket I realized it was shattered...again great.

I have about 4 hours until curfew so I should be good to get back on time...

Only of course I go for the X-ray and wait down there for what felt like years because hospital time is nonexistent and so when I got back up to emergency I was past curfew. So I called right away and they told me they would be sending someone to check out my story and approve I can come back tonight.

Once the doctor comes back he lets me know what I already knew I tore my ACL. He said I will need surgery...great,great,great. It's all just a great day. 6 weeks recovery...crutches...more great news.

I finally call Tessa I'm sure she is thinking the worse by now and luckily this is really not that bad...if we are comparing this to everything else this is actually kind of great in comparison....even though I'll probably be miserable.

She definitely sounds worried as soon as she answers but then kind of happy that it's just me fucking up my knee and not something else...I mean she's the one who told me to find some friends...so this is partly her fault...just kidding it is what it is. I was really liking playing everyday so I guess that's on pause for well a while.

The rehab approves me to go back to my place so JJ drives me home and I hobble up to my apartment. It sucks that I don't have a phone because I really want to talk to Tess. We have been on our routine of saying goodnight and I am really going to miss that tonight.

When I lay down I know I won't want to get up so I get myself all situated and throw the TV on then plop on the bed. I fall asleep about 40 seconds into Dexter. But then I wake up at about 4am to excruciating pain in my knee I want to rip my fucking leg off my body.

And it doesn't fucking go away at least I got the few hours of sleep I did because I am up the rest of the night and I was on season 4 of Dexter and I finish it and holy fuck I was not expecting that ending....