Rehab Gave Me...What?

1. Metting Saten

Leslie's P.O.V
I woke up in an uncomfortable bed with a huge headache. "The fuck?" I asked myself. I blinked my vision clear so I could see where I was. I looked around the room and it was plain white, with another bed across from mine and steal bars on the window. It was like I was in jail, it wasn't my room. My room has black walls, a king sized bed, a door to the bathroom, a balcony and windows that don't have steal bars.

I felt so hungover, and I'm sure I didn't drink last night. I got up and looked around the room again. My eyes landed on the bed across from mine and I only realized that, now, there was a long lump in the bed as if someone were in it. I got out my bed and quietly walked to see who it was.

The white blankets covered the persons whole body and I could only see this persons hair was curly, black and a decent length, not to long or short. As I got closer I noticed the person slept hugging their pillow which, with all honesty, was kinda cute. I lifted the blanket and the smell of smoke was released into the air. I loved the smell and enjoyed it for a few seconds before it disappeared.

As I lifted the blankets more the persons face was more visible. It was a male. His skin a little tan, with a chiseled jaw, (from what I could see) a long-ish and skew nose and plump tan lips with a lip ring.

He winced making his muscles tense which I saw because he never had a shirt on. I stepped back a little as he turned his sleeping position, now facing me and not the wall on the other side. "Oh shit, please don't open your eyes." I whispered stepping back more as his eyelids seemed to move.

They stopped and I let go of my breath with my hand over my heart. "What the fuck were you doing?" A deep voice came out his mouth making me jump. I was not expecting that, like really. I blinked as his eyes opened and my breath hitched again. Next thing I knew I was pinned against the wall with his hand around my neck tightly.

I struggled to breath as his grip got tighter. "What the fuck were you doing?" He repeated his question, but a little more aggressively. "I-I wa-s j-just..." I managed to cough some words out. "J-just what?" He mocked.

"Mr Bruce please let go of Miss Wilson." I heard the voice of a young woman call. I turned my gaze for a second to the door to see a woman with a tray in hand standing in the door frame.

Her words echoed in the room but this boys grip just got tighter around my neck. I looked at him, his deep ocean eyes still filled with rage and aggression. His grip got tighter and tighter and I started getting light headed. "Nathan!" The woman shouted. His grip instantly loosened and his eyes became softer. He let me go and I fell on my knees breathing heavily and trying to keep balance.

I heard his fingers click and a sound of the springs of the mattress bouncing. I looked up and saw him sitting there on his bed like nothing happened. I brought my gaze back to the ground and moved against the wall, still breathing heavily.

"Nathan, this is the sixth time this month that you've done this to your newest roommate." The girl said giving me a cup of water. "Well, I thought you'd get the hint that I don't want a roommate the first time I did so, but no." This Nathan chuckled. "Fuck you." I cursed under my breath.

"Leslie are you okay?" The woman asked, I nodded bringing my gaze to her. "Well then, good. You have a visitor." She said helping me up and taking me to a different room. I really did feel like I was in jail, but this woman didn't look like someone who worked in a prison.

She sat me down at a counter with a phone and one on the other side of the window. I looked up and noticed my mom. My body filled with anger, my blood boiled and I'm sure my hazel eyes were red. "What. The. Fuck!" I screamed through the phone. She kept a flat expression and sighed. "Honey I gave you a chance to stop your nonsense and you didn't take that to heart. I just want to help you, I don't want you to ruin your life the way I did." She said.

"That's the thing mom, I'm not you. I'm not some little 15 year old girl making mistakes, I'm an 18 year old woman who's taking life by the horns and being the boss." I spat. "You are not a woman, you're not even a girl, you're a-" I cut her off. "Don't you even fucking say it." I threatened through gritted teeth. She sighed. "I just want you happy Leslie." She said looking me in the eye with her soft chocolate eyes.

"If you want me to be happy you'll tell them to let me out, I don't want to be here. I almost died this morning, I'm not happy here!" I shouted almost crying. "Honey I can't, you and I both signed forms agreeing to have you released after a month. I can do anything for you, but get you out." She said, with a sorry expression. "Fine, just tell Ashly to bring me my book." I said. "What book?" She questioned. "She'll know which one." I rolled my eyes at my moms nosiness.

"Will...will it make you happy?" She asked with a small smile. "Yes." I replied. She nodded and put her hand on the glass. I looked at her hand and hesitated to touch the glass myself. "Love you Leslie." She whispered into the phone. "Love you to mom." I whispered back putting my hand on the glass in line with hers.

She put the phone down and so did I. I looked at her once more and the woman from earlier took me back to my room. As much as I hate my mom, I still love her with all my soul. Things have been tough ever since my dad left us for a little slut.

That's when I hit rock bottom and became depressed, addicted to smoking and an alcoholic. My mom did tell me to stop and I didn't listen, now here I am, in rehab sharing a room with Saten.

Oh Jesus
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Smello! Red Roses.
So how was my first chap, it took some time but it's done. I really hope you enjoyed. I don't really know much about what rehab is like because, well, I've never been there. So if there's shit about what rehab is like please just bare with me. I will tell you now that I'm not writing this book on my own. This chapter was my sisters work. Nattily, my sister does the writing, I do editing and my other sister, Meghan, does the names of the chapters. But we do take turns to make chapter names, write a chapter and to edit. It's really nice working with my sisters.
They also have Wattpad accounts so go follow them please.
-MeghanKai- and Spiteful Nattily. If some of yall are wondering how Meghan is related to me, Nattily and I are her step-sisters. Her mom married our dad, a few days back and she says she's happier now that her old step dad is gone. Well that's it for now, hope you liked.

WARNING!!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES!

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