Recovery

Chapter 10

(I know that I left chapter nine with a cliff hanger, but I'm not sorry. lol. Don't get too comfortable with things turning up, because what goes up must come down. I'm just writing this as I go, and I don't have any certain plan. So thank you for reading! I hope you're enjoying, please vote! It only takes a second. Please comment your opinions etc. )

After a few hours I'm still sitting on the stairs, she fell asleep in my lap, and the alcohol on her makes me nauseous. She's so beautiful though, and when she said she hated herself, my heart broke a little. How could she possibly hate herself? I know she has told me before that "The self hatred is still there" when she was explaining her feelings for me, but I thought nothing of it. I use to think that you have to love yourself in order to love others, but that's wrong. I hate myself for letting this happen to her, I hate myself for letting her come here alone. 

"I should have came here with you." I tuck her hair behind her ear. "I'm so sorry, baby." 

I've used the word baby twice today, and I feel butterflies every time I use it. 

My phone starts vibrating, my dad's phone number across the screen, I pick up Haley and put her on the couch.

"Hello?" I answer on the last ring.

"Josh, I'm home." His deep voice booms through the phone. "Where are you?"

"I'm at Haley's, Can you get a cab here and drive my car home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"A lot happened, and she got drunk, I'll explain it later, I'm going to text you the address, okay?"

"Okay."

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A knock on the door brings me from my thoughts, and I rush downstairs with the last bag of Haley's, she's still asleep on the couch. I open the door, and my father's figure takes up the space, the light from behind me is on his face.

"She's asleep." I whisper, and walk out, taking her last bag, and putting it in her truck. 

"So what happened?" He asks as I close the door to her truck.

"Will you drive her truck instead? I packed it full and the only open seat is the drivers seat."

"Okay," He waits for the explanation.

I sigh. "She was at work, and Tom, her uncle, showed up."

His black eyes widen, and his jaw drops. "Did he..."

"Yeah, and her manager, Penny, I think, called the police, I went up there to bug her at work, there was an ambulance up there, she was sitting on the bed with no pants on." I shake my head at the thought. "So she told me she was done with this house. She came here to pack her stuff, and I called her because she was taking forever, and she was slurring. I could tell she was drinking."

"What was she drinking?"

"Vodka."

"How much?"

"A whole bottle." I hold my hands up mentally picturing the size of the bottle to my hands.

"How the hell did she handle that."

I laugh. "She threw up in the sink, but when I was on the phone she threw the bottle and it shattered. She told me that she was broken and I couldn't fix her, and that she... hates herself." My heart sinks at her words in my mind. I cover my face. "She hates herself."

"Oh my."

I give him the keys to the truck and go inside to Haley, who is sitting up on the couch with the pan I left beside her, she's leaning over it.