My Rehab

FOUR

Getting out of the tub, I here a loud noise downstairs. What happened now?

I dress myself in a pair of grey/black joggers and a white, loose crop top. After putting my sandals on, I make my way out the bedroom door and into the bright hallway. I never really took interest into what the house looked like until now. The house is pretty big. The hall runs for about 4 feet, until it reaches the spiral staircase. The steps are a marble white and silver with a black banister.

Once I reach the landing, I walk through the uncoordinated living room. Our couches don't match with the silver and gold theme of the walls, and our coffee table is way too small for 5 people. Despite its imperfection, it's the house I've called home for almost 3 years now. Entering the kitchen area, I see Alyssa with white powder on her face and all over the island's surface. I instantly think of the worst.

"Alyssa." My throat is groggy, and disappoint is evident in my tone. "Why?"

"What?" She laughs and cleans her face. When will she realize that all these drugs are bad for her. I instantly heat up at the thought of how she could possibly end up, and blow up.

"Do you really think these drugs are going to help you forget him? You're fucking up your life, not his! I want to help you Alyssa, but I feel like I can't. You're too far deep." I lower my voice at my last statement. She laughs again and her face turns red in anger.

"It's fucking pancake mix! And I don't want you to fucking help me! I don't need some fake rehabilitated bitch telling me what to do all the fucking time. I came here to be free, and to do whatever the fuck I want. Not to be hand held like a fucking 5 year old. If you're not one of us anymore, then why don't you fucking leave?" Her words impacted me more than they should have.

"Maybe I will!" I feel two tear drops race down my cheeks, and I can't seem to stop them. I don't want to be here anymore. Alyssa is right; I don't belong here.

I run upstairs to look for proper shoes. I need to get out of this house before I lose my fucking mind.

As I'm rushing out of the bedroom, I bump into someone, dropping my purse.

"Shit. Sorry, Emma." I could recognize the voice anywhere. Luke. "You and Tyler running away, again?" He jokes, but I don't feel like laughing. I don't look into his eyes because then he'll notice I've been crying. I get on one knee and pick up my purse and small things that fell out.

"No." I whisper and get up, keeping my face away from him. I pick up speed, but as I reach the stairs, a hand is on my wrist.

"Hey." Luke spins me, so that I'm now facing him, but I refuse to look up into his eyes. "Emma? What happened?" I shake my head, and tears pool in my eyes once again.

"I can't do this." I pull my hand from his grip and race down the stairs. As I reach the landing, I see a shadow of a person, but don't take much time to acknowledge who it is.

"Emma?" The voice calls out, but I run out the front door. I don't want to talk to anyone right now.

"Emma!" A voice calls behind me, but I can't make it out. It could be either Luke or Tyler, but I don't care. I need time to myself. I know that I can't just leave right now. I don't know where I can go, or how I can get there. I just need to get somewhere where I'll be able to breathe.

After about 20 minutes of walking, I find myself unconsciously making my way towards mine and Jacob's secret spot. I haven't seen him since he moved three years ago.

The night I met Tyler, I was coming from saying goodbye to Jacob. His dad had gotten a better job in Los Angeles, and they were leaving the next day. Of course I was sad, I grew up with Jacob. And if he would've stayed, I could've seen him everyday since he lived a few houses down from the one I'm living in now.