Breaking point

Perserverance to the test

A/N
Sorry I haven't updated this story in like eternity! But I'm back, hopefully I'll have time to update more frequently.

☠ Cole's POV ☠
I sighed in defeat, knowing that if left to my own devices I wouldn't be able to stop the addiction.

Admitting I needed help felt like getting punched in the gut. But Molly's mom's words still rang in my mind. Do it for yourself and if you can't do it for yourself please do it for Molly.

Regretfully, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed the rehab place.

A cheery operator quickly picked up, "Hello, how may I help you?" She sounded much too happy for working at a rehab center. I almost hung up because her joyousness was pissing me off.

"Hi, I'd like to sign myself up for rehab." I stated, trying to ignore how much her tone bugged me.

"Alright, can I get your first and last name?" She questioned, still sounding like she was taking my order at a bakery.

"Cole Huntley." I stated in a dry tone, wanting so badly to hang up.

"Ok, and when will you be checking in?" She asked, her voice still unchanged.  

I glanced at the clock on my phone, 2:30. Figuring I'd need some time to pack and get a ride there, I gave her an estimated guess, "probably around 3:30."

"Okay, thank you." She chirped as I finally hung up.

Never want to hear her voice again. I thought in annoyance as I rolled my eyes and climbed back into my room.

I grabbed a duffle bag and shoved some clothes inside as well as my phone charger, headphones and toothbrush.

With one more glance around my room, I called a cab and headed downstairs.

My mom wasn't there to question me; probably upstairs in her room. Lucky for me because I wasn't in the mood for an interrogation.

The cab pulled up and I got inside, setting my bag down next to me. I had a good feeling; I was determined and this was going to help me.

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Paying the driver, I got out of the cab and paused outside the main doors of the rehab center.

Sucking in a deep breath, I knew I had to go inside before I decided to bail. Don't go back now, go inside. Fix it; for Molly.

I gritted my teeth and pulled the door open, walking in and pausing at the check in desk.

The girl from the phone sat behind the counter, her features as annoyingly perky as her voice.

She asked my name, and I told her, trying desperately not to let her voice drive me insane. The receptionist nodded and told me my room number.

"Room 313," she stated, "down the hallway to your left, take a right and it's the third door down."

I nodded slowly, repeating the directions as I started walking, down the hall, turn right, third door.