Stay With Me § BWWM JB

48 • Rehab Reality

"You don't need to be afraid to tell me.
I asked because I want to know."

Sam's POV

To say I'm pissed would be a fucking understatement. I couldn't believe that Scooter admitted me into some lowkey rehab house. When he told me that he was going to check me in somewhere, I honestly thought that he was joking.

As we pulled up to the front, I wouldn't get out of the car. He had me all types of fucked up. I refused to move from my seat and he practically had to drag me out. It was just too much to handle at one time. Rehab, really? I don't have a problem, I'm fine. It's not like I acted irrationally in public or made a nuisance of myself. I do not need rehab. I just don't.

It's only been two days and I'm already miserable. I had never thought about suicide, but being here really has me weighing my options. The first day completely put me off. I was introduced to the other people who had been in the house for months, even a year(due to re-admitting). One girl had a heroin addiction, her name is Kirstie. She's been here for the longest. Beth is the meth user. She told me that her nickname is 'Meth Beth', I accidentally laughed. Surprisingly she laughed too, but her teeth looked so disgusting that I cringed. Then there's Julie who's the pill popper, she arrived a week ago. There are only two alcoholics, Travis and Wilson. Then there's me, the so-called cocaine addict.

Scooter was pissed when he found out that I had it in my system once my blood tests came back. He acted like such a father. When he yelled at me, it really hurt my feelings. I hate being yelled at like I'm some child. There was no doubt that I felt ashamed even, though what I was doing wasn't any worse than the drugs that Justin put in his body.

Speaking of Justin, his bitch of a girlfriend is probably the reason why I'm even here. If she would have just minded her own goddamn business...she will pay for putting me in this hell hole, best believe that. I will do whatever in order to make her suffer just as much as I know I will. I should have never let Justin go. From the moment I met that girl, I knew she was going to be a problem. Justin was supposed to come back to me, but she stole him...my life. I have never felt so much hatred towards someone, but I hate her with every fiber in my being.

"Sam, you have a call," my mentor, Loraine peeks her head into my room as I'm sitting on my bed staring off at the creme colored wall.

"Who is it?" I ask without looking.

"He says he's your boyfriend." I avert my eyes to hers and she sends me small smile. "Come with me to my office."

I slowly get up from my bed and slip my feet into the bunny slippers that my roommate, Julie offered me as a 'welcoming' gift, "Okay."

She nods her head and leads the way to her office, which when we step inside she closes the door and points at the phone. "You can sit in my chair."

"You have to be here?" I walk over to her rolling chair and sit down, grabbing the phone from the desk. "Can I just get five minutes...alone?"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I can't do that. There are strict rules, especially for newcomers. You have to earn certain privileges."

"Whatever," I roll my eyes as I bring the phone to my ear. "Hello."

"Hey baby," Jared speaks in a chipper tone. I already miss him. He only stayed in Vegas for a day and then he was gone. I texted him right when I landed in California and I thought I was gonna be going home to him until Scooter forced me into this place. "How are you holding up there?"

"Is that a serious question?" I sigh. "I fucking hate it. I can't believe I'm here. I'm not going to gain anything out of this." Loraine raises her nicely shaped eyebrows. "It's a waste of time."