Go Away // Sequel to Stubborn (ThatOneTomahawk)

Chapter 5 - Jordan

Chapter 5 - Addiction

A bright light blinded my vision. My head pounded and I silently cursed myself for drinking.

I looked around once my vision cleared up.

A hospital. I'm in a hospital bed. A nurse popped her head into the room I was in and saw that I was awake. She quickly ran off.

Did I drink that much? I'm honestly so stupid.

I swallowed and tried to ignore the pain, but it was hard.

The doctor walked in and examined me, "You got alcohol poisoning, Jordan."

I nodded, sighing, "I figured."

"Do you have a problem with alcohol?" He asked, taking out his clipboard.

"Yeah... I drink almost every night to take away the pain," I fought the tears.

"Are you depressed?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah... A little," I admitted.

"Do you have suicidal thoughts?"

"Not anymore."

"Have you self harmed in the past?"

"Not recently, no."

"Do you consider yourself addicted to alcohol or any other drug?"

"Alcohol, yes," I admitted.

"Do you think you need to go to rehab or an inpatient psychiatric hospital?"

"No, but I might need to go to weekly therapy or something," I said.

I had been thinking of going to weekly therapy for a while, but I didn't go through with it.

"We can set that up," he wrote stuff on his clipboard.

I laid back down on the bed, telling myself how stupid I was.

"We're going to let in visitors now," he said, and then left the room.

Visitors? Who's here for me? Who found me?

My parents and siblings rushed in, and I felt a wave of embarrassment. Now they all knew. They were probably ashamed of me.

"Jordan," my mom cried, hugging me, "what happened?"

"Well," I sighed, "I used alcohol to escape my life for a while, and here I am, I guess."

She sighed, and my father patted me on the back, "They told us you were going to go to weekly therapy. I think that's a good idea."

I nodded in agreement, and then asked something that wouldn't leave my mind, "Who found me? How did I get here?"

My mom looked at me and said, "Adele got worried that you weren't answering your door and called 911, because she knew you were in there. They thankfully broke the door down and found you lying on the ground..."

My mom held back tears and I said, "I'm so sorry, Mom..."

"It's okay, Jordan. Just don't do something like that again."

"I won't, I promise."

I spent a little more time with my family. Eventually, my mom realized something, "Adele is outside waiting! C'mon guys, we'll come back in later. If not, we'll see you when they discharge you."

Adele waited here for me?

Guilt washed through me. It was probably really early in the morning, and she waited to see me.

Adele entered the room and looked at me. I couldn't form words to say. It had been a few days since I had last seen her, and she looked absolutely gorgeous, even with no makeup on.

Her outfit was a Mod Sun t-shirt and yoga pants, with sneakers. Her hair was messily left down and she looked like she needed sleep.

But she looked absolutely beautiful.

"You look amazing as always," I smirked, knowing she'd blush.

But she didn't. Instead, she screamed, "You scared the fucking shit out of me!"

She rushed over to me and embraced me, sobbing.

"Adele, it's okay... I'm okay," I whispered softly.

"You could've died! What if I didn't call the police?!"

"You saved me, Adele. You did call the police, and I didn't die," I explained to her.

She calmed down a little, tears flowing, "I love you, Jordan. Now don't you ever fucking do that again."

"Alcohol is out of the picture for me," I assured her.

She nodded, and then it was silent for a few moments. She sat down on the bed and held my hand, and eventually asked very softly, "What happened?"

I then explained everything. From when I first became depressed, to the situation with her, Brooke and Julio, to drinking away the pain. When I told her I still talked to Brooke, she widened her eyes. Adele thought I lost contact with her like everyone else, but Brooke still talked to me. We got through so much together.

The thing is, Adele was trying to get in contact with Brooke. I would've helped her, but Brooke didn't want that.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Brooke was uncomfortable with talking to you..." I explained to her.

She nodded, "I understand."

I was relieved, to say the very least.

I smiled and tightened my grip on her hand, "I love you, Adele. Don't worry. When Brooke is ready, she'll start to talk to you again."

"Are you sure? What if that never happens?"

"You guys are family," I answered, "She'll come to her senses when she's ready."

I just hoped I was right.

-=+=-

So that's the end of my writing binge! Damn, four stories updated in one day. That's a record!

Shit, I just keep on falling harder and harder. Is this normal?

Anyway, love you guys so much! I'm stuck in a bar in Boston with family right now, and I just want to go home ;(

Helppp

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Oh, and by the way, I'm doing much better regarding my depression. Things are starting to turn around :)

~Kerri xo~