Rehab

Prologue

Hello and welcome to a story that I started by spending three hours shoved on my laptop. I have worked very hard with this story and I hope that you can enjoy the roller coaster the characters go on. :)

There are some addiction triggers in this story, so readers CAUTION.

ALSO there is no "sexual" scenes in the book. This book will be PG-13 at most. There is some cursing , but that's about it.

ONE MORE THING. Everything I write is mine and mine only. No funny businesses with copyright okay? Just save me and you both the energy and write your own story.

I doubt anyone will copy this story, but again, FOREWARNING.

I also am a very bad speller, and this is the first story I am going to try to keep up with. So please, if you see something that I could improve, don't hesitate to tell me!

I hope you like the story! Much work was put into this so, enjoy! :)

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Two years ago....

I was on the couch with someone that I know. I forgot who It was with after my first bottle of tequila and fifth shot of vodka. As I finish my sixth, The voice speaks up. "Vince, did you know we technically are acting out an illegal offence?" I furrowed my eyebrows at the thought. I have been drinking like this for over two years, since I was fourteen. I've never run into trouble with it. I mean, I knew it was bad and I knew I wasn't twenty-one, but still.

No fucks given.

I love the thrill of it. Feeling the burning sensation of the alcohol down my throat. It was amazing. I remember the first time I took a drink, it was at a party freshman year, my first one. Ever since then I was addi-

What? Hell no.

That's stupid. I couldn't be addicted to this, everyone my age drinks! Right? Right.

This is perfectly normal for a seventeen year old boy. I know I should probably stop drinking, but I don't want to.
I can't.

Tonight was the last night of school, I deserve to let loose like I usually do on the weekends. My parents were gone on a business trip, being the high and mighty lawyers they are. So, I had complete freedom for the weekend.

"Vince why don't we go like, fuck stuff up?" The voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I chuckle , while I chug more Jack Daniel. The liquid making my body warm all over, my favorite part of drinking. I mumble a yes as I try very hard to remember who I was talking too. I mean, I have a lot of friends.

"I'll grab the keys and you get into the car okay?" I nod. I decided to just go along with the voice because ,

1. I have no reason not to.

2. I'm drunk as hell.

So I grab my phone, and jump into the passenger side of the car.

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2 minutes

5 minutes

7 minutes

10 minutes

then 20.

The voice never came in and started the engine. I furrowed my eyebrows and just as I was about to leave the car, Police sirens filled my ears, while red and blue colors blinded my eyes. The next thing I know was that I was on my way to St.Cecilia's Rehab Center.

Who would have fucking thought?
And I still don't remember who I was with.