It was the beginning of my third week in rehab, meaning I only had one more week to go before I was discharged, and yet, I decided it was time for me to leave. I don't know why I didn't just stick out the extra week, but I really truly just felt like I couldn't do it anymore. Being stuck in there, it never got any easier. In fact, I honestly think it just got harder the longer I stayed. And by the third week mark, I considered myself officially off the pills. Officially off of everything, actually. So what the fuck was the point in staying any longer? I did what I was there to do, which was get clean. Well, I'm clean now, so I may as well go be clean at home rather than in some random fuckin' twin bed in a shoe box of a room as far as I'm concerned.
I've only been back home for a day, and everybody knows I'm home, well... Everybody except Angel. Nobody really seems to care that I left early, Paul told me as long as happy with my decision that that's all he cares about, but I know that isn't all Angel cares about. I'm fully aware I'm gonna have to face her eventually, and I do wanna talk to her. I miss her so fuckin' much, and I'm hopin' I might be able to convince her to fly out here with Des to come see me and the girls, but I'm just so nervous of her reaction. I know she's gonna be mad, disappointed, and whatever the fuck else, but honestly she's gotta understand that it's my decision. And I am clean! That should be enough to appease her in my opinion. Who cares if I was there the extra week or not? If I'm clean, then I'm clean. That's what she always wanted so I don't think she can be too mad at me. But who knows? I guess we'll see whenever I man the fuck up enough to call her.
Continuing to toss and turn in bed as my anxiety filled mind refused to stop with nothing but thoughts of Angel, I finally gave in figuring it was already ten in the morning and I had quite literally been up the entire night. If I haven't fallen asleep yet, it's definitely not gonna happen with the obnoxious ass sun shining through my windows.
Feeling annoyed at how fucked up my sleeps been since I stopped taking the pills, I shoved the covers off of me, quickly tossing my legs over the edge before stomping my way into the bathroom. This is exactly why the fuck I started taken 'em in the first place! I ain't got no pill problem, I got a sleepin' problem. Maybe I should go to the doctor and see what the fuck that's about, 'cause I can't keep staying up literally the entire night, I'll go fuckin' crazy.
After finishing up with my morning piss, I sauntered my way back towards the bed, quickly snatching my phone from the nightstand before casually sprawling back out onto the comfortable mattress that I had missed so much. Even if I can't sleep, I'm at least gonna lay here and do nothing.
Flipping open my phone, I was quickly hit with numerous missed phone calls and numerous angry texts... All from Angel. Immediately feeling my heart sink downwards into my stomach, I reluctantly began going through them.
(1) Missed call from: Angel
(1) Missed call from: Angel
(1) Missed call from: Angel
From: Angel
"Marshall U better answer me!!!"
(1) Missed call from: Angel
(1) Missed call from: Angel
From: Angel
"I know ur at home!!!!! U think I'm fucking stupid???"
From: Angel
"Zoe told me everything!!! I can't fucking believe U!!!!"
Nervously swallowing the thickened saliva my mouth had been creating, I realized she's a lot more fucking mad than I thought she was gonna be. Reluctantly going into her contact, I paused before hitting the talk button. Maybe I should just ignore her for a few days? Let her settle down before we speak. Or maybe I could- Immediately forcing my thoughts to be cut off, Angel's contact once again lit up my entire phone screen with an incoming call. Fuck. Fuck, shit, fuck. What do I do?! What do I do?! Ah, fuck! God damn it! Smashing my thumb against the talk button without even thinking, I quickly brought the phone up towards my ear. "Yo." I casually answered. Yeah, that's good, Marshall. She can't be that mad if I ain't make a big deal outta it.
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Queen Bee
FanfictionSince 1998, Angel and Marshall have been through hell and back together. Picking up where they left off, the sequel follows the infamously toxic couple through pregnancy, addiction, many incredibly public hip hop feuds, emotional make ups, and heart...