Addicted to waves

Rehab

The two figures stood forward looking at their son with cold unfeeling eyes, mirroring the grey ridged statues they were. Alex's heart just about stopped when he saw his mother and father, they looked just as they did the last time he saw them, but little things had changed. His mothers tight pulled hair now had traces of grey, and the well groomed shaven face of his father was now lined with wrinkles. He hadn't seen them in 3 years, the longest time they had ever been away. He stood there staring at them unable to form words as shock took over, are they here to see me? He thought as he moved from foot to foot nervously, what's going on? The grand front room was silent as both parties had no clue what to say.

"Hello son, I think it's time we had a talk." His father said in his usual business monotone, gesturing towards the dining room with a hand. Good old dad.

Alex moved silently through the door, into the large dining room where a large wooden table sat. Moving to his usual spot at the table he sat quietly, except now he wasn't alone. With his hands between his knees he stared at the faces before him, but all he saw was strangers. His parents looked at each other before continuing to push a piece of paper to him. He took it in his hands a confused look consuming his face, he looked at his parents for clearance but of course he received a blank look.

It didn't take him long to figure out what it was about, when he read Rehabilitation course he had finally had enough. He looked up at his parents, anger twisting his features as his gut clenched fiercely pain gathering within him. Of course there was a reason, there had to be, why would they come here just to see me, their son! Why would they want to see the only bad thing they had done in their life! They come back to send me away, away out of their hands.

"You need help son, we heard reports from the school that you've been skipping and arriving hungover." He heard his father say as the paper shook in his hands. He had never been so angry with his parents, and apparently they hadn't seen him like this either, as their emotionless faces cracked a little into shock.

"Of course you heard reports because you can't say first hand can you? When have you ever been here? When have you ever just come to see me, to see your son. What's the sudden care now? Why now then, hmm?" He could see them flinch as his temper flared and his voice grew with each word.

"Ohh I know why! Because I'm bring bad reviews aren't I? That's what it is! My bad behaviour is messing with the company reputation. The Williams family's company ratings go down as the heir, wild-child Alex, likes to get away from his depressing life and the only way he can is to get wasted." Alex spilled as he threw the pent up anger he had at them, making dramatic movements with his arms and hands.

They looked stunned, looking at each other as if unsure how to carry on, what to do or say. For a moment Alex sat there panting, staring at his parents in as they sat in shock. Alex never told them any of what he had said, in fact when they did return home Alex would always seem uninterested and detached. He would act as though he didn't care if they left or stayed, believing that they would see that they had to stay. To try and bond with their son, get to know him and make sure he cared for them, just as they did, deep down. They never did though, and somehow that didn't surprise him.

As a young boy he would sit at the mansion door and wait for them, but they would never appear. That didn't put him off though, everyday he would do that, the nanny would always attempt to stop him but he wouldn't, then one day he did. He didn't wait for them, and that's when he started to go down hill. Even the nanny couldn't take it and left, another person for Alex to add on the list.

"Look son, I know we haven't been around a lot," his father started, pausing when Alex grunted and folded his arms scowling in the opposite direction, taking the classic position of a teen with an attitude.

"But this is no way to try and solve the problem, if you had a good plan you could-"

"Dad this isn't a business meeting, this isn't a problem with the figures. This is my emotions, it's not exactly an easy fix." Alex cut in his position more relaxed.

"That's why we're sending you away. It will get you back on your feet and running again, me and your mother are here to support you financially. You'll enjoy it son and it will help you, just sign it and we can send you within the week." His father said placing the paper back down and pointing the pen towards Alex. Alex looked at the pen warily and back down to the form.

"Where is it that I'm going?" He asked arms still folded but now leaning on the table, leaning forward to listen to what they had to say. This could be a new start, a chance to get his life back again, make it better, just like Brendon had said.

"East Beach, Santa Barbara." He answered still pointing the pen at his son. Alex pondered it for a moment, he had always liked the ocean. Once he had went with Brendon and his family when they where young. That's a pros I guess.

"Who and what?"

"The Jacobs family, they're a a kind of holiday camp, they only take one person." I won't have to share a room, or talk to seriously messed up people like at those group things, another pros.

"Holiday camp?"

"They teach you how to deal with your problems and give you alternatives." I have to talk about the whole situation and my feelings, definite con.

"How long?"

"Until they feel you're ready." At that Alex hand no more questions, taking the pen carefully holding it as though it could kill him at the slightest jerk, he signed the paper.

Later that evening his parents left him with the instructions of packing. He had phoned Brendon and explained the situation before climbing into bed, awaiting the morning.