Only of You

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Billie opened his eyes to a bright light coming from his window, the sun. He jumped out of bed to shut the curtains, but there was knocking at his door.

"Who is it?" He asked as he scrambled to dress out of his pajamas.

"It's Maria. Time for breakfast." Billie opened the door to find a blushing Maria in the doorway. "Ready?" Billie nodded as she led him back into the dining room.

He went through the breakfast buffet, scooping up eggs, bacon, and a glass of orange juice. The meal looked disgusting in his mind because he was nowhere near hungry.

He scanned across the room and saw Trè and Mike sitting at the same table as last night. He walked over and threw his plate down and slumped into the seat.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Trè said in a taunting voice. Billie gave him a crooked smile across the table.

"What's on your schedule for today?" Mike asked as he munched on a crunchy piece of bacon.

"Physical, individual therapy." Billie rolled his eyes and stabbed his eggs. He has already been clean for a week, a detox, and he was doing just fine, minus the withdrawals.

Billie was really underweight, and his anxiety was getting the best of him. But as far as his drug use was concerned, he didn't need help quitting, he needed help getting healthy again. His mother suggested that a rehabilitation center would be a good choice, and he accepted her offer, knowing its what's best for him.

"And band practice." Trè added and pointed his fork at Billie.

Billie flashed him a crooked smile. "What time?"

"After dinner, you skipped out on us last night." Mike teasing him with laughing behind his voice. "We practice in the media room."

Billie shrugged. "I don't even have my guitar here."

"Maybe your mommy can bring it for you." Trè said in a whiny voice with eggs falling from his mouth.

"She probably can actually, I should call her." Trè and Mike raised their eyebrows. "Yes, I live with my mom." They cracked up and were laughing back at Billie. "I'm only seventeen."
Then their laughed stopped. "How old are you guys?"

"We're both nineteen." Mike answered for himself and Trè.

"She doesn't trust me, I guess," Billie shrugged again. "I don't want to leave her all alone at home." Billie's dad had died about seven years ago, and now he was his mom's last kid in the house.

"Sorry. Go call her then." Trè pointed to the telephone room next to the bathrooms. You weren't supposed to have your cellphone with you around in the building.

Billie got up and dumped his uneaten eggs in the trash and walked into the phone room. There was only one phone, but nobody else was in the room. He dialed his mother's phone number and waited for her to pick up.

"Billie? Everything alright?" His mothers voice but his uneasy stomach at ease.

"Hey mom. Are you busy?" Billie checked the clock on the wall, she shouldn't be at work until dinner time tonight.

"No, do you need something?" Ollie's voice seemed shaky, she worried something was wrong with her son.

"Yeah, could you bring my guitar?" Billie jumped at the noise of the door opening.

Just then, a beautiful young woman with long black dreadlocks walked in. She gave him a gentle smile and took a seat, waiting for her turn.

"Yeah, I'll be there around noon. Is that ok?" Billie nervously glanced at the beautiful woman

"Yeah, that's fine." Billie took another peek at the woman.

"See you then. Love you." Ollie waited for him to return the sentiment.

"Love you too," Billie replied as the young woman was now looking in his direction. He hung up the phone and moved out of the way as the woman grabbed the phone off the hook.

Billie gave her a smile and left her in the room. His heart was racing as he headed to the lobby, it was almost noon.

Just as he was flipping through a car magazine, he saw his mothers car parked along the curb.

Ollie got out of the car and gave Billie a hug, and as soon as he had his guitar in his hand, she was gone.

Billie slung the strap of his case over his shoulder and walked back through the doors which he now called home. He wouldn't be there very long, probably just a couple weeks. Then he'd be back home and he could finally start his life.

Billie walked back to his room and carefully put his guitar case on his bed. He unzipped the case and placed his dearly beloved guitar in the corner of the room. His mother bought it for his Christmas present when he was eleven.

Billie sat on the plush chair and looked at it from across the room. He put his initials in red tape, 'BJ', and decorated it with stickers from the record store.

He caught a glance at the clock and realized it was time for his physical, but he didn't care about that.

The only thing on his mind now was the young woman with her dreadlocks and her million dollar smile.