"Closing can't come fast enough."
I tapped my head lightly. There was 2 days left before I closed on my dream house. I paid extra to expedite the whole process. I was so tired of this hotel. Don't get me wrong, it was definitely luxurious, but I was getting too jittery in here.
Then again, I was withdrawing a bit from my Xanax. And by a bit I mean a lot. Somewhere along the lines of my master plan I had forgot about the whole pill issue.
I mean pills were the main reason I was in the whole rehab thing anyways. A few years ago, I had a few, not so good moments with some other highly addictive pills. Which I'm not proud to admit, but it happened. And I cleaned myself up from it.
And even though it's been years, my family on still doesn't believe me. They just wanted an excuse to to send me away. I was already the black sheep of the family. And then because of that issue, I was the embarrassment as well. They wanted nothing to do with me, and I wanted nothing to do with them.
Xanax was the only pill I was on nowadays. I had a prescription for it... but technically I was supposed to be spending the next 12 months in a rehab facility where they would handle my medications. So I couldn't just go and refill my prescription.
Then I had gone and gotten so caught up in house hunting, and my already low supply vanished. I just needed some and soon. That meant I needed to find a dealer and fast. Where the hell was I supposed to find a dealer on Figure fucking 8?
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12 Months • Rafe Cameron
Fanfic"Where do I start? I could start at the point where Rafe Cameron consumed me. I'm not sure when that was though. A lot of people say falling in love can be a gradual thing that happens overtime, but I can't even pinpoint the exact moment it happened...
