Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Opals pov
I TOLD HIM EVERYTHINGTHAT had happened to me. About what happened to Bell, about the missing money in my funds account along with the fact I passed out and was found in a bathtub by Alex. Even the fact I was probably getting evicted from my cottage, which was in Bell's name.
He was riled up; angry.
"I knew I should've asked to stay home and take treatment! I would've been closer to you and not far away at this darn hospital! I knew Bell was nothing good, I knew it!" He shook his head in disappointment.
He didn't seem to mention anything about me doing drugs. "My child, you've got to stop using that poison, I'll help you but you have to promise me you'll stop." He looked me in the eye, so much pity was in them I felt like I was going to drown in his brown orbs.
"I've been to rehab five times, there's no fixing me papa, I'm sick.. and I know it! I know I need help but it's so hard because every time I go back to rehab I'm closer to overdosing." I reached to wipe my eyes, trying not to cry but he stopped me and pulled my head into his chest.
"Cry, it's an exception today." He joked, but I could hear the hurt in his voice.
I did exactly what he told me to do, I wailed as I clutched tightly to his pajama gown. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry papa.. I'd go back, I'd go back if I could." I hiccuped, choking on a sob.
He rubbed small circles on my back. "It's okay, it's going to be okay.. I'll call my good old friends from my old law firm, I'm sure they would be more than happy to invite you into their home."
I lifted my head off of his chest.
Was he insane?! Meeting new people wasn't my forte! "I know that look, and I'm not letting you sleep on the streets, I'm sure your mother took your money a long time ago, I haven't spoken to her in years.. and when I get my hands on her!" He growled.
I giggled at him.
"Papa, she's like way taller than you, plus I don't think she'd want to see you like this... You know how she was when you first got sick."
He rolled his eyes.
"I've got more balls than her and I'm sick one." He dusted off his blanket a bit before scooting over. "Climb in, those dark circles around your eyes tell me everything I need to know."
I looked back at the door of the room and I winced.
"I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be here, I sort of had a panic attack at funding and they had to syringe me.. it was really bad— uhm and I may have left Alex in my room I was admitted too... and I sort of... donthaveavisitorslip," I whisper the last part, squinting my eyes, hoping he didn't scold me.
