His Recovery Road

Meeting Dillon

Its weird to think
That in this very moment
Someone is lying alone on their death bed
Balancing between life and death
Or reuniting with an old lover
Tightly wrapped in a warm embrace
Or writing a suicide note,
Pondering different ways to say goodbye right at this moment
Someone's heart is fluttering from a first kiss..and someone is breaking from a goodbye ~
~Dillons POV ~
I layed flat on my back taking another puff of my blunt. I have at least a hour before my boy of a father comes home, and then probably call another family meeting trying convince me to stop drinking.. Although this time My sister is not home for this weekend so the 'family' now consist of me and dad. No one knows that I smoke really and that's the last thing they need to know
6 puffs later.
I did what needed to be done;rolled up paper towels, took a shower and febreeze the shit outta this place.
"Son get down here"........ -Here we go
After five minutes of taking my own sweet time down the stairs, an unfamiliar male voice disturbed my after-high session
" I guarantee you sir there is not one patient I can't get straight " nigga got an accent too, I stepped in the view of the the two..my dad and then this man I already don't like grinning at me like i just sold him my best bitch. I held the nastiest nose twitching sneer I could, then Dad cleared his throat.
"Uhm son, this is-"
"Allow me to introduce myself- he stood up straightening his suit, - I'm Drake Patterson" he said hold out his hand.
"U want me to shake that?" I snickered
"Son.." My dad tried warning me. This man even flinched when I spoke, for God sakes his hair got silver the more I spoke.
"Sit down" I commanded more than offered him. "Son, Mr.Petterson is here to help you".
" HELP me??? Do I look like some mental person! " I spat talking to my dad, but sneering 'Drake' down. You know what I'm tired of this everyday my dad hires some stranger welcoming them into our house paying them god knows how much to 'fix' me..if I needed fixing I would have been in a mental hospital but since I'm already in Santa's factory why not..bring in the whole damn New York.
"Well Mr. Jones your father told me about your alcohol situation"
*why is he still here*
" I look forward to making progress " he ended looking like a little boy begging mommy to get him the new star wars action figure.
"Look josh-" I started
"Its Drake.."
" don't care" I ended.
" I don't need you coming up in my parents house telling me of a problem you or my dad think I have, frankly I don't care if you feel like having business 'chit chat over wine' with my father but just keep me out "
"Jake he can help you get over what your going through" my father interrupted this time.
"Nobody knows what I'm going through! How the hell someone is gonna fix this!" I barked glaring at my dad. Turning back to Mr.Petterson here I spoke,
" look, Drake, Josh, whatever you wanna be; I suggest you leave, my dad made a mistake inviting you here."
Showing him the door
"I apologize on behalf of my son and I." My dad said handing him a bottle of wine.(Some stupid tradition)
" its OK Sir it is understandable that some patients live in denial. " he had the guts to say!
"Alright that's it, Out of my damn house!" He turned to leave and I turned to return to my room.
~Hold up.....naah~
" Yo drake-" I started,
"Yes sir" he faced me looking looking like he'd about to repent his sins to me.
"Leave the f*cking wine."
I ended.