Main Thing

22.

V O T E + C O M M E M T

Aubrey was pissed. Not only did he get arrested, but due to his medical file and his reasonings on why he violated a restraining order, he knew nothing of the sort. He was kept for three days in Houston under a psych hold. "Why the fuck am I seeing you now?" Aubrey hissed at his manager Oliver once he stepped through the doors of his Toronto home.

"Drake—"

"Three days, man," Aubrey stressed, "I should have been out—"

"They wanted to keep you for a psych evaluation. No one could get around it." Oliver told him,

"Oh yeah?" Aubrey smirked giving shaking his head, "you're fired," Aubrey said, leaving Oliver where he stood in the foyer, heading to the living room, plopping his body down into the couch. He let out a sigh of relief with now being home and no longer under the sick control of mad scientist in white lab coats that dared to call themselves a licensed doctor.

While Aubrey relaxed in the den, it wasn't before long before Sandy barreled into the front door. "Where is he?"

"Sandy, I don't think now is the best time—"

"Noah!" Sand snapped, "where is my son?"

"When did you get here, Sandy?" OB asked, stepping next to Noah,

"As soon as I got a phone call from Talia's mother about my son being in jail!" She said, "can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?"

"I would, but I've been fired," Oliver stated sarcastically,

"Oliver, don't start," she sighed, walking off to find her son herself,

"Aubrey," Sandy called throughout the house, stopping in the den once she seen her son hunched over on the couch with a glass in his hand. Sandy stepped in front of her son with her hands on her hips. "Aubrey!" She yelled,

"What?!" Aubrey belted; his eyes softened once he seen that it was his mother. "I'm sorry," he apologized, lifting his glass to his lips, "I'm sorry," he sighs,

Sandy shook her head disapprovingly, taking the glass from his hand.

"Why were you in jail?"

"T's man put a restraining order on me, and I did not know. I went to see her," Aubrey sighed,

"He did what?!" Sandy screeched, "Why?"

"I said some not so kind things about her online," Aubrey said with his head low,

Sandy found a seat next to her son, taking his hand into hers. "Aubrey, we've spoken about this,"

"They held me like I was some crazy person that didn't know right from wrong." He said lowly, "tied me down to calm me down, they said, for two fucking days."

"When you neglect to keep up with your medication, honey, you are not aware of your actions." Sandy reminded him,

"I'm not crazy," Aubrey said, looking over into his mother's eyes. "Even if I was, I did not deserve that. No one does." He sadly said,