Hank's trouble child // chicago PD

Chapter 8: The beginning of the end

Hank's and Antonio's shift was over, and we where all back at the sergeant place. My high was slowly coming to an end, and I realised how much I actually outed myself to the two men. But at the same time.... I was glad? It was like a whole weight had been lifted off my shoulder. Maybe I can get the extra help I need.

"Hey Dani, the local soccer team has tryouts in Two days, Saturday. You wanna go?" Hank questioned, just like that my ears pricked up. And my whole mood lifted.

"Oh my days, yes! Please!" I was buzzing. I truly do love the sport. I just don't really fit the.... Standards for it anymore. You know, like the healthy part of it. I was still rapid though, my stamina was incredible.

I cant lie, I am extremely confused however. I just completely lied to him, got high behind his back, and then tried to lie again, and then screamed at Antonio. And now he's... not angry? If this was like 2 months ago I would've been beaten to near death by my step father!

"Are you not like... Angry?" I questioned. It was confusing though. I was rude to them. Out of line. Out of order, and he's being so kind? It's odd.

"Kid, obviously we're a little annoyed. But not at you! We where dumb to think that non of what you told us would affect you, ok? Listen Antonio was once in your position. We understand why you done what you done. We just need to figure out a way to help you, and personally I think this Soccer team could be it." Hank said, with Antonio nodding in agreement.

I just looked at them thankfully, and ran into Hanks arms, he was practically holding me up.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to shout before. I didn't mean it. I was just angry." I said, almost pleading? I don't exactly know why, but I was. And I meant every bloody word.

"Chillax Lee, we're not bothered. I'm just happy you told us how you actually feel, instead of covering it up yeah? So stop over thinking, we still love you." Antonio said. That was... nice. They love me. They actually... love me? Don't even start, because I will start crying over that in a minute.

"I love you too." I whispered. I haven't said those words in a while. In fact, the only person who ever heard those words where Rosa, other than her I never said it to anyone other than these two. I did love them though. They haven't given up on me, even though I've put them through so much shit.

Oh... that reminds me. I still have the drugs in my sock. I ended up just completely ignoring their questions before about having anymore. I suppose I should give it to them though. Now was the right time anyway. I wanted to change, and me hiding drugs wont help me do that.

I quickly sat down, in between the two men, and reached into the side of my sock. around the ankle area. As I pulled out the drugs, I looked at Hank, who seemed... what's the word.. proud? He seemed proud that I made the right choice, and that made me happy. I then slowly passed him the drugs, realising that I probably wasn't going to be able to get much more for a while. But maybe that was good thing?

"Proud of you kid." Hank said, while going over to the kitchen sink to poor the coke down the drain. Jesus, what a waste. But at the same time this was only the beginning.

The beginning of the end.

I remember what the first couple of days where like when I was trying to quit smoking. God it was awful. The shaking, and the itching, and the constant cravings. Ugh, it's just over all physically and mentally painful. I just hope I can stay sober for longer than I did last time. Well, I just hope nothing goes dramatically wrong in my life. That was a main one. Because something usually happens as soon as I try and make something good of myself. And I just bloody hope, nothing happens. Because I would not be able to cope this time. I will probably drive myself to far.