The only one for me || Colby Brock

Part 13 - Problems

Clhoie's P.O.V

I could feel myself starting to stir around inside of my bed, the morning sunlight filtering through the blinds.  My head throbbed, a familiar sensation that signaled another night of drugs. As i slowly started becoming aware of my surroundings, i felt a warm body next to me, snuggled close. It was Eweline, who had clearly spent the night watching over me.

"Hey, you're awake," Eweline whispered softly, her voice gentle and caring. "How are you feeling?"

I tried to attempt a smile, but the effort seemed to drain me. "Like I got hit by a truck," i replied, my voice sounding hoarse and scratchy. "And the truck backed up and hit me again."

Eweline chuckled, understanding the feeling all too well. She had seen me in this state countless times before. "I'm not surprised. You were pretty wild last night. Do you remember anything?"

I frowned, trying to recall the events of the previous day. My memory was hazy, but fragments started to come back. "I... I think I got into an argument with Sam," i started. "He was going on about my drinking and drug use again. I hate when he does that."

Eweline's expression turned concerned. "You know, Clhoie, he's just worried about you."

"I know, I know," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "But he doesn't get it. I'm fine. I can handle my vices. It's not like I'm an addict or something." I said to her with a serious voice.

As i sat up to move my arm, a sharp pain shot through my wrist, causing me to wince. I lifted up my sleeve, revealing a bandage all around my wristst. Eweline noticed and nodded at me. "Oh, Clhoie, You don't remember...?"

I slowly looked up to her and started to shake my head at her. "Well... i found you yesterday. On the bathroom floor, but i took care of it for you." Ewelinw said, offering me a smal smile.

Tears welled up in my eyes as she nodded. "I relapsed?" I said, Eweline nodded at me again. "I was so angry after the fight with Sam, and I just... I needed an escape."

Eweline wraped her arm's around me and pulled me into a tight hug. "It's okay. You're strong, and you've been through this before."

I started sobbing into Eweline's shoulder, the weight of my many struggles was starting to become too much to bear. "I don't want help. I just want him to stop treating me like I'm broken. I can't deal with his judgment all the time."

At that moment, My phone buzzed, interrupting the emotional moment. I took it up to checked the screen and saw a text from Sam. 'Call me when you wake up. We need to talk.'

"Ugh, not this again," I groaned, throwing the phone onto the bed. "He's relentless. Can't he just leave me alone for once?"

Eweline picked up the phone and handed it back to me, i gave her a dirty look and put the phone down again. Eweline sighned. "He's your brother, and he cares. Maybe it's time to hear him out, Clhoie."

I wiped my tears away "I guess... I guess I should call him. But I'm not making any promises, Eweline. I'm not ready to give up my freedom just yet."

As i started to dialed Sam's number, my heart raced with a mix of emotions. I was angry, scared and sad about what Sam might say. I walked out into the hallway, trying to find some kind of privecy in my own home.

Sam answered on the first ring, his voice tense and anxious. "Clhoie, thank God. We have been worried sick. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Sam. Just a little hungover," I replied back, my voice still carrying a hint of resentment.

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I know I can be overbearing, but I just want what's best for you," Sam said, his voice softening. "Let's try rehab again?"

I could feel my heart sinking as i heard the word 'rehab'. I had promised myself to never go back to that horrible place. "Sam, I don't need rehab. I can quit whenever I want. It's not like I'm some junkie on the streets."

"I know, I know," Sam replied patiently. "But you've been through so much, and this might be the fresh start you need. They have amazing programs, and me and even Colby is willing to support you every step of the way. Please, just consider it."

"Sam i'm fucking fine, can't you ever just listen to me?" I said, a little harsher then i intended but he needed to know i was speaking the truth.

"Yeah you're soooo fine. So fine that Eweline called me last night and told me you was laying on the bathroom floor, in your own blood" Sam said.

I could feel my whole body go cold, i could feel how the coldness ran through my veins. I stood there for a secund, trying to decide what i was feeling. Was i sad? Was i angry at Sam? Was i angry at Eweline? Was i angry at myself?

Insted of saying something back to Sam, i took the phone away from my ear and hung up om him. I don't need him.

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