ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℍ𝕦𝕕𝕤𝕠𝕟 (𝔸𝕜𝕒 ℍ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕪) 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 ❤︎☠︎︎

Park (pt.2) ✧

(this mentions a bit of an alcohol addiction throughout the whole chapter so if that will trigger you in any way, please don't read) ♡

Alcohol, how I love thee.

Since I found out that my dad isn't really my dad it's been hard. The only things getting me through it are Chase and alcohol. Chase distracts me and the alcohol numbs it.

My mom became abusive after my supposed dad left. She said it was my fault even though they agreed on a divorce and it was in no way possible my fault she cheated on him all those years ago. Still, it got to me.

The things she'd say weren't kind. She called me things nobody should be called, especially by their own mother. The man I called my dad dipped soon after he found out I wasn't his. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, and I ran off to the only other place I could go. Chase's.

Since the night I left she hasn't tried to contact me once, which is completely fine. I've been living with Chase and his family ever sense then and they've accepted me and been nothing but supportive.

Chase has been my ride or die. He's been with me every step of the way. He's the only good thing that's come out of this horrible situation. I got the boyfriend of my dreams when my life fell apart.

He hides the alcohol from me which I'm grateful for but also hate. I hate drinking but I always go back to it just so I can forget. It's not what I want at all and it's not what he wants either but I don't know what else to do.

~end of past tense-ish talking~

"Y/n, I think we should talk."

I look up from my phone as he sits next to me on the couch. He takes my hands in his just like he always does when I need comforting.

"Baby, I didn't want to say anything but it seems like your getting worse. You can't keep drinking y/n. I need you to be the happy, carefree, y/n again. I can't have you getting worse so me and my parents have talked about it and if your up for it we're gonna pay for you to be able to go to rehabilitation center for a couple months. I think it could really help you baby, I just want you to get better."

A tear slides down his cheek and I wipe it as a feel one slide down my own cheek. He's right.

"I wanna go. I need to go." I nod slowly as I glance to my glass on the coffee table that's full of tequila. "I need to go." I repeat.

He smiles a small smile and nods slightly then wraps me in his arms.

"When can I go?" I ask, my voice muffled by his chest.

"As soon as you want to." He runs small circles on my back which makes me sigh in comfort before answering.

"Can I go this weekend?"

"If you want to." He releases a shaky breath and I squeeze his hand. I feel him squeeze back and I smile as I look up at him and his baby blue eyes. I love those eyes, I'm going to get better for those eyes.

"I'll tell my parents your up for it." He speaks softly before giving me a kiss on the forehead and leaving the room to go talk to his parents.

This will be good I tell myself. This will be good.

A/n: I'm probably gonna do a part 3 where y/n gets out of rehab and adjusts back to life with Chase and the rest of the Hudson's as he continues to support her. I just didn't want to put it all in one chapter yk? hope y'all liked it