Queen Bee

August 2005 (2)

Saying bye to Angel after those few days has easily been one of the hardest fucking things I've had to do in a long time. Not only 'cause it meant I now had to face rehab, but it just truly fucking killed having to leave her and Des once again. It was only three days I was there, but those three days were fucking amazing. After the first night, we were finally really able to put so much of our past shit to bed and just focus on one another, or at least that's how I interpreted it. Whenever we had a free minute from Des, we were on each other like glue. Our lips flying towards one another, my heavy grips on her waist, her smooth legs running over the sides of my torso, and mind blowing, explosive orgasms I don't think either one of us has experienced since before we broke up. She let me back in in almost every sense of the word, or at least she's trying to, and that's all I could ever ask of Angel. My girl. My beautiful, incredible, and amazing fucking wife who loves me. And god damn, do I ever fucking love her.  

Although, while it was hard as fuck leaving her, nothings been harder than actually being in fucking rehab. This shit sucks, exactly how I knew it would and honestly at this point, I really don't think I even have a problem. I don't relate to none of the shit the counsellors have been talking to me about, and now that I just haven't been taking the pills, I feel fine. More than fine. I feel the best I've ever felt, so what the fuck do I still gotta be in here for then? I'm off the pills, I should be able to leave. Well, I can leave. At any time they said. I mean, I'm not in jail I guess, but I don't know. Paul put in a lot of work to get me in here on such short notice. Plus we cancelled the whole damn tour for this. And lord knows the way Angel would chew me out if I did leave. But still, I do really fucking hate being in here. Even though I'm not in jail, it does feel like it sometimes. 

And just to add a cherry on top of the bullshit, it's Angel's fucking birthday today! It's her 29th birthday and I can't even see her. Out of all the times I coulda been stuck in here, 'course it has to be over her fucking birthday, and while I'ma tryna get back together with her no less! The timing is just so fucking annoying. I coulda made today so special for her. And I would have if I was actually able to see my fucking wife! But nope. All I can do is call her and wish her a happy birthday. 'Cause that's how you get your girl back, right? A single fucking phone call... God, what a joke. 

Sauntering my way towards the communal phone, I just prayed to god I might be able to get at least a little bit of privacy in this god forsaken facility. And hopefully the line up wont be ridiculously fucking long like it has been the last few times I've tried to make phone calls. God damn it, I really fucking hate this place. 

Finally reaching the surprisingly free phone, I quickly lifted it from the receiver, immediately dialling Angel's number into the pad. As I waited for the ringing to stop, I made a mental note to myself to call Kim once I was done and hopefully I could catch the girls coming back home from school. Hai just started grade three, Lainey just started grade six... And I wasn't there to see either of them on their first day. That really fucking sucks. 

Quickly being pulled from my incredibly depressive mind, the most comforting voice in the entire world greeted me. "Hello?" 

With a small smile pulling at the corners of my mouth, I smoothly replied, "happy birthday, baby." 

A gentle giggle left her perfect lips, and all I could think about was how soft they felt against mine the last time I kissed her. "Thank you! I'm so happy to hear from ya."

"Well if I can't be withchu then I at least wanna talk to ya, make sure ya havin' a good day." 

"'Course I am." She said happily and I could tell she was smiling. "Just dropped Des off at my dads, now I'm gettin' my nails done, then I'ma head over to Lydia's studio to start gettin' ready."