addicted|| corey haim

chapter 12- no escape

arabellas pov

That was the last time I had seen him. The hospital. His mother decided to admit him into Drug Rehab for a year.
I pretended like it didn't hurt. Having someone you truly care about, ripped from you. But it was better this way, he must get better.

I had to forget. I had to forget all about him. He was just a superstar. He would forget all about me.
I had to remember, It was just a summer fling , right?

But at the same time it wasn't. The summer I spent with him felt like the whole year.

Forget. Forget.

Just fucking forget about it.

I decided to call Hayley to get my mind off of things .

"Hey!" She answered.

"Hey, you free tonight?" I said twiddling with the telephone wire.

"Sure, want me to come over? Wait , is Corey gonna be there?" My heart sank at the sound of his name being said.

The phone line went silent before Hayley spoke up again. "Bella?"

I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Hmm, yes, I'll see you soon. Bye." I hung up.

• • • • • • • •

"Jesus!" Hayley said shoving popcorn into her mouth. "I'm so sorry about all this."

I told her everything. I was a mess by the time I finished my sentence. I wiped my tears with a tissue and picked one of the magazines that she had brought over.

Him. Again.

Corey's face on the front cover of Seventeen.

Anger fused inside of me until I threw the magazine against the wall and buried my face in my hands.

"He's everywhere. I can't escape him, or the thought of him anywhere I am!" I exclaimed.

I can't stop thinking about his blue eyes, I can't stop thinking about the way he smiles, or the way he smirks, or his adorable laugh lines. Fuck, his laugh. It was the most adorable thing ever, or the way he would hold me. The way he would kiss me, the way his fingers brushed through my hair, the way I could feel his heart beat faster every time I embraced him. Or the way I could feel him smiling through the telephone whenever I called, The way he told me everything would be okay.

Nothing is okay. More than anything, I want to see him. I want to see his beautiful blue eyes, so deep and full of emotion.

But he is gone, and he will forget about me. Just a girl.