The next day, me and Caleah checked each other into rehab. I thought this was going to be a new start, a new life for us. I needed it and she needed it too. For a couple weeks I've been getting better. Going to all the meetings, all the clinics that they had. It was going smoothly until I went to go visit Caleah. Her bed was made up neatly and her stuff wasn't here.
"Excuse me nurse," I said getting a nurses attention. "Where's Caleah Grant?"
"She checked out a few days ago," she says in a sweet voice.
"A few days ago?" I said in disbelief.
"Yes," she says. "Did you two check in together?"
"Yes."
"Aw honey people check themselves out of here all the time. Sometimes they're scared but they always come back."
"You check out of here?" I asked angrily on the phone with Caleah.
I could hear her fiddle with the phone a little and shift uncomfortably.
"Yeah," she mumbled.
I heard a loud snort and a cough. Was she seriously trying to tempt me to do it?
"I thought we were in this together?" I asked.
"Zach I was scared," her voice trembled. "Zach I couldn't -"
"Bull fucking shit," I snapped loudly.
Some people turned around to look at me.
"I know what your ass is doing Caleah, and if my shit is gone when I come back I swear to God I will fucking kill you and you would've wished you would've stayed in rehab."
The other line went silent for a second and I could hear her silently sob.
"Zach I'll get help soon," she sobbed on the phone. "I'm just-"
"When I get back home you're going to rehab," I said and hung up the phone.
I punched the wall in anger. I was pissed off. Why would Caleah do this shit to me? I would've never fucking do this shit to her. I was upset and angry because I thought she did this on purpose.
For the next couple weeks, I got better and I didn't have that urge. But sometimes I would have withdrawals with my body but I controlled it some.
They finally discharged me because I was good to go. I asked Caleah to come pick me up. She was standing outside the rehab center waiting on me.
She looked smaller and skinned from the last time I saw her. She was shaking a little and it wasn't even cold.
"Hey baby," I said and gave her a hug.
She gave me a tight hug and didn't want to let go. It was like she was scared to give me a hug.
"I missed you," she muffled in my chest.
"I missed you too," I said.
We got in the car and left. I drove because I could tell she was tired. She fell asleep in the passenger seat and wasn't talking much.
We finally arrived at my apartment after a thirty minute drive. I went to the passenger side to carry her.
I opened the door and saw my apartment was nice and neat. I'm surprised she kept it this nice.
I carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I changed out of my clothes and laid next to her.
I kissed her on the forehead and laid beside her as I fell asleep.
I felt Caleah toss and turn. I could hear her moan and mumbling to herself. She shot up straight out of bed and I heard loud scartchjng noises on her arms.
"Baby what's wrong?" I asked in a concerning voice.
She was twitching all over the bed and I started hugging her tightly. She tried to fight her way out of my grip.
"Zach let go of me," she yelled.
"Baby calm down im trying to help," I said trying to soothe her.
She continued to fight until she stopped and laid restlessly in my arms.
She did this for a couple more nights and I was through with it.
And I had to do what's best for her, I dragged her to rehab.
"Do not let her check herself out unless I come up here myself to check her out," I said to the nurse.
"Yes sir," the nurse nodded. "She's fine we'll make sure of that."
"So you went to rehab?" Loraine asked as we had lunch together.
She wanted to see how I was doing with Caleah.
"Yeah," I said. "I checked your daughter in there a couple days ago."
I felt like shit because I didn't even mean for all this to happen. I felt my heart full of regret because I knew I put her daughter in this situation because I pressured her.
"That's good," she says with a smile.
"We went in together but she chickened out so when I got out I put her in," I said and took a sip of water. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" She asked me.
"I'm sorry for putting her through all of this," I said as tears were forming in my eyes.
I looked away because I didn't want to her to see me cry. She grabbed my hands and rubbed them.
"Honey it's not your fault," Loraine said in a soothing voice. "Your helping her is all that matters. I understand you lost a son because of this."
"Honey my son couldn't help it. I'm not blaming you for anything. You're helping my daughter and I'm not angry at you."
I just busted out crying and she came over to hug me and I started crying in her chest. I just let everything out. I couldn't do this anymore. I just couldn't. Here I am crying in this woman's arms because I thought it was my fault for getting her daughter on the drugs I did. I felt horrible and felt like a horrible person. I couldn't even face her without feeling sorry for myself.
