Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 5

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Gabby's POV

"Gabby, did you hear what I said?" the tall doctor with long brown hair asks as she stands over me.

"Mhm," I mumble. I know the speech they give all addicts. This is nothing new. "I won't make it to 40 if I don't stop."

"No, Gabby, you won't make it to 25 if you don't stop."

"What?"

"It took three doses of Narcan to bring you back, not counting whatever they gave you before you got to us."

"When can I have visitors?" I ask, dismissing what she said.

"Gabby, there's no one here for you. A black car drove up to the ER doors, pushed you out, and took off. They don't care about you. You have to care about yourself."

I don't remember much about that night in the hospital, but I will never forget that conversation. That doctor actually scarred me sober, but not by the threat of death. The thing that got me sober was the threat of giving my life to people who threw me out of a moving car. My own mother was there. We split a dose of heroin at Jimbo's house and when I woke up, I was in the hospital. No one stayed. No one called. No one even came to visit me in rehab. That is what got me sober. The realization that I had planned my life around people who didn't actually love me. I thought the streets cared about me, but they don't. The streets don't care about anyone.

That was exactly six months ago. The day that I nearly died ended up breathing life back into my broken body. That was the wake-up call I needed. No matter how painful it was, that day saved my life.

Suddenly, my phone rings, which pulls me out of my thoughts. "Hello," I say as I answer the phone.

"Happy six months, Kid!" Hank cheers through the phone.

"It doesn't seem real."

"Oh, but it is. All of the blood, sweat, and tears you put into this, it's very real."

"I never thought I'd get here," I admit. 

"I never doubted it," he reassures. Hank volunteered to be my sponsor while I was still in sober living, so he's been with me through a lot. I've started to view him like the uncle that everybody loves at family reunions in children's movies. He's been sober for nearly ten years so he gets it. He gets what I'm going through better than I do sometimes.

"Thank you, by the way, I got your Venmo but you really didn't have to, I had it covered," I say as I change the subject.

"You got a job so I didn't send the whole thing, consider it a six-month-sober gift," he chuckles. Honestly, I've made more tips in four shifts than I ever could've imagined, but my rent is due in five days and I don't get my official first paycheck for 9 days, so Hank sent me 200 bucks. I tried to send it back, but he wouldn't let me. It was an endless game of back and forth on Venmo until he finally blocked me. So now I can go and buy food since my shelves are bare except for the few things I got from the local food pantry. 

"I swear I'll pay you back."

"I know you will," he assures. "So what are your plans for the day?"

"Well, my new boss Grace invited me to the club cookout so I'm going there this afternoon." I insisted I didn't have to come since the bar is closed on Sundays, but she insisted that I did. She truly is treating me like family, but in a way that I've only seen on TV.