The Best of Me

I Might Not Make It

Christina

"What do you mean he has to go to rehab?!"

"I mean what I said Ms. Harris. This is Abel's third time being in this hospital. It's either rehab or jail for him so I rather he'd just go to rehab for thirty days."

"A whole month?!?"

"Yes ma'am."

This part will forever be the dumbest shit I've ever done in my whole life.

"What if I take care of him?"

"Excuse me?"

"What if I take care of Abel for a whole month?"

"I don't think you can do that..."

"Why not? It can be a perfect time for him to get his music career together and if he goes crazy then I can just lock him in one of my rooms."

"Can't he get out though?"

"Not if it locks on the outside."

She put her pile of papers on the desk and looked at me.

"Please, I'm basically the only one who cares for him."

She still looked at me, but this look was a look of guilt, like she does want me to help Abel out.

*Sighs* "Fine, but you have to call every week and tell me about his progress. Deal?"

"Deal!"

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I got to take Abel home to my apartment two days after. They gave me a wheelchair for him but I'm pretty sure he can walk his lazy ass to my fucking car. Of course I didn't say anything about it because I can't speak my mind sometimes. He slept during the trip to my house and I finally realized why I needed that wheelchair. I picked him up from the passengers seat and threw him on the wheelchair( I didn't throw him for real, I was just tired of carrying his heavy ass around to the wheelchair). I wheeled him to the elevator and pushed the button to the penthouse. I saw a dark spot on my shirt and started freaking out because I thought it was a bug. Then I realized that it was Abel's slobber.

"God that's fucking disgusting."

When the elevator came to the floor my penthouse was, I saw my fiancé go to the door( I know what you're thinking, no there are not two elevators. He just walked up the stairs).

"Christina? Who is that?"

"Oh this guy right here? He's just a friend."

"He looks dead. Is he alright?"

"Oh yeah. He just got out of the hospital today."

"So why do you have him?"

This nigga is slow as fuck.

"Babe, I wanted to take care of him until he gets better."

He looked at me like he had no clue as to what I was talking about.

See, I told you this nigga slow as fuck.

*Rolls eyes*"I want to take care of this nigga for a month because the nurses said I can."

I seriously don't know why I'm about to marry him.

"Oh. Well I can help you with that, if you want."

Oh that's why.

"Ahh, sure. Can you open the door?"

He took out his keys and unlocked the door. I pushed Abel in the apartment and wheeled him to the kitchen. This nigga was still sleeping. I shook him a couple of times but he still wouldn't wake up.