Ace's POV
The drive home was awfully dreadful.
The only upside to being trapped in the backseat of this stuffy vehicle was that, soon enough, I would finally be in the comfort of my own bed.
Halle-fucking-lujah!
Why was the drive back home awfully dreadful? Well Mr. Dumbass in the driver's seat was being annoying by locking the windows so that I couldn't get fresh air. Why he kept the windows up, I hadn't a clue.
I was finally relieved when the car comes to a halt in the driveway to my house. Well, my parents house if we're getting technical.
Let me tell you, Rehab was no fucking picnic. Sure, it had a luxurious quality to it, but the beds were mediocre at best and some of the people were a bunch of, and excuse my bluntness, fucking tweaked out morons. I only say that because they were all annoying as fuck.
Anyways, I'm finally glad that I'm free.
I needed a cigarette, badly.
And yes, they didn't allow cigarettes in a rehab facility for adolescents, nor did they allow alcohol, which I guess is the point, but do you know how fucking boring that is?
Most days, my greatest form of entertainment included reading boring ass encyclopaedias.
Like, who even reads encyclopaedias anymore?
Boring people, that's who.
I was eager to get out of the car, closing the door shut behind me with a little attitude, as if to tell the driver to go an fuck himself.
"Acey!" I turn around at the sound of my little brother who was running towards me with a bright smile plastered across his face.
"Hey dude!" I greeted him with a hug. "I missed you."
Another shitty quality to rehab, visiting times were minimal, especially when you get your privileges provoked after attempting to break out because you were bored out of your fucking mind.
"I missed you too!" Adam says back to me.
"We all did." Said my mother, whose presence was kind of surprising.
"Hey mom and dad." I greeted my parents.
"Hey son." Mom replies, embracing me with a hug—which was an rare form of contact between us.
"Welcome home." Dad added, greeting me with a firm business-like handshake. If there was one thing about my dad, he always stood on business.
"Where's Adelaide?" I wondered, noticing her absence from our family reunion.
"Out with that boyfriend of hers." Mom said with utter distaste.
Now there's the mother that I know and.... Well, you get it.
"Mom, dad, can we please take Acey to get icecream with us?" Adam begged.
"Maybe another day." Dad responded before heading back inside.
Adam frowned.
"I could take him after I pack my things away?" I put forth a suggestion.
I was looking for an excuse to do something besides staring at a bleak as fuck ceiling fan and imagining it falling and slicing me in half.
"I don't think you should be going anywhere." Mom says.
"Why?" I wondered.
She looked at me with motherly concern, and that look was answer enough. She was worried I'd fly off the handle.
"Mom, it's just icecream." I stated. "It's not like I'm going to order a waffle cone of meth with sprinkles of cocaine on top."
"Can you not talk like that in front of your brother." My mother warned me, her glare sharp enough to leave a scar.
"Adam, go inside." I tell him, and he immediately obeyed.
"Nothing you say will change my mind, Ace. There will be rules, and that includes a curfew." Mom says when Adam was out of earshot.
"What kind of rules?" I wondered.
"Well, you won't be allowed to go anywhere alone, for starters." She started.
"What?" I scoffed. "Are you going to hire me a babysitter?"
"If that's what it takes." She says, in all seriousness.
"You're kidding." I chuckled.
"I'm not." She remained stern. "And you'll also be cut off until we can trust that you won't spend your money on... on.."
"So now you care?"
"Of course I care!" She snapped. "I'm your mother."
"And if I don't comply with these stupid fucking rules?" I wondered.
"Then I can't have you living in the same house as Adam." She says before walking back inside the house, leaving me to my thoughts.
Home sweet fucking home.
Later that day, I am lying in my bedroom listening to music when my twin sister barges into my room, causing me to sit up in a panic before she attacks me with a hug.
"Jesus!" I gasped. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"Welcome back, idiot." She says, releasing me from the hug.
"Thanks, idiot." I say back to her.
"Second time's the charm?" She smiled.
Of course, Adelaide wouldn't be Adelaide without immediately making some kind of remark about my time in rehab.
"We'll see." I say, sighing. "Anyways, how's that boyfriend of yours?"
She smiled.
"You're smitten with him, aren't you?" I teased.
"Shut up." She warned me.
She was never the kind of person to be all in her feelings, especially when it came to a guy.
"And how is he?" I asked, unable to say his name.
She looks at me with guilt, which meant one thing.
He hated me.
Why wouldn't he?
"Does he know that I'm back?" I wondered.
"I didn't get a chance to tell him." She responded.
"Then I suppose I'll just have to sneak out and tell him myself." I say, lying back down in my bed.
"Ace, I don't think that's a good idea." She says.
"I don't care." I say to her.
I just needed to see him, consequences be damned.
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