✖️ To Forgive and Forget [ MARTIN GARRIX ] [ COMPLETED ] ✖️

✖️ Chapter Sixteen: Past ✖️

Jared set a brochure on the table in front of me has soon as he entered the room and sat opposite of me. A large building with a view of a lake was on the front flap along with calming words that almost made me feel comforted when I read them. I stared up at my manager in disbelief. He thinks I'm unhealthy, broken, or somethings drastically wrong with me.

Rehab.

"You're putting me away?" I questioned silently. He hung his head like he didn't want to do this to me. Tears threatened to show up at the edge of my eyes and spill over but I kept my emotions in check until Jared answered my question. I ask him again but sternly this time.

"You need it, Rain. I can see that the drugs are ruining you and they will start to affect you, in the worst way possible," Jared explained finally looking up at me, sadness covering his face. "I have talked to Ben about it, but Martin shouldn't know just yet."

"He won't because I'm not going," I retorted back. "I'm not sick, or addicted to anything. Have you ever seen me do drugs around you or the media? Tell me the real truth on why you are planning on putting me in rehabilitation." He saw that I was unhappy about his decision and I knew he would never change his mind about it.

"You are high now, I can tell," Jared pointed out my slight bloodshot eyes and loose posture in my seat. "You already know the real reason why I've brought this brochure to you. We will be leaving at one for you to visit the center." Jared got out of his seat and looked at me one last time before exiting the room.

I was left in the silence and the beckoning brochure that still sat in front of me, unopened. Jared has always had the best intentions for me, I knew that, but now he is just taking my priorities into his own hands without my consent or word first. Taking the laminated paper in my hands, I ripped it in half, then again, watching as the landscape disappeared into little pieces in the palm of my hand.

Walking over to the door, I placed the paper in the wastebasket beside the doorframe, hoping to never see that place with my own eyes.

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The rehabilitation center was actually less appealing than what it showed on the pamphlet. Fences were strung up around the perimeter with razor wire on top, the lake was cut off from the public and patients at the center, and windows were barred up and broken from the inside, fixed with duct tap. My hope for this place has vanished, but Jared still seemed certain to send me here.

"Jared Vosch." He said to the young receptionist behind the desk. I leaned against the wall facing down the hallway we entered from as I heard the lady tapping her fingers at the keyboard softly. Even just on my first step in here, I could tell this place was in no shape to be a rehab resort or even a hospital to contain the mentally sick.

I stared down the two halls on either side of me and saw a head peaking out of a doorway at Jared and me. It soon moved back into the room when it saw me staring back at them. Down the other hallway lights flickered on and off, giving me a brief glimpse of a wheelchair sitting in the middle of the corridor, waiting for someone to be wheeled off into the horrors of the building.

"Rain?" I heard Jared softly call my name to grab my attention, but I still stared at the chair in the hall, knowing that that will be me sitting in that wheelchair in just a matter of minutes. My nerves were running wild and anxiety made my breathing heavy to the point were I was struggling to take in a steady breath of air. "Are you fine?"

Jared grabbed my hand and shocked me out of my unstable state as I moved my eyes away from the wheelchair and to his face, staring at me protectively. My body trembled as I felt myself beginning to finally realize this is my best option for me. Rehab will help me and cure what I should have never started in the first place, but the thing is, I don't know how long it'll help me.

"The doctor is waiting for us, Rainn. Are you ready?" He said my name. The right way, the only way it's suppose to be said. That broke me and shattered my heart to know that he was doing this for me and only me, not for him or Ben or Martin or anyone else, just me. Tears welled up at the edge of my eyes and stayed there till I decided to let them fall once I was safe away from the prying eyes of others.

"Yes," I struggled to pronounce as I let my hand fall out of Jared's and wrap it around my other arm to cover my chest and warm what sanity and decency I have left of myself and protect it from the crazy and bad. "I'm sorry." Jared looked at me like he didn't believe what came out of my mouth. I didn't either.