I didn't realize I was in tears until I finished the chapter. This story was so sad! It was a love story, and the girl was just in a car crash and the guy and...Oh my god, the time! My clock read: 7:45 A.M. I had to be ready within fifteen minutes; that was not enough time for me. Groaning as I got up from my comfortable bed, I grabbed my laptop, and placed it gently on my desk. I frowned realizing I wouldn't be able to take it with me. But no matter what anyone says, I was most definitely taking my phone with me.
I rushed around my room, thankful that I had packed the night before. All I had to do now was throw on some clothes, and do something with my mess of a hair. Debating on whether to put it up or not, I decided to go with a messy bun. As soon as that was done, I opened up the wide wooden doors to my closet, quickly looking inside for an outfit. I quickly put the cute peach colored shirt over my head and pulled it down. To add another bright color, I decided to go with a pair of mint green shorts, and wore my white sandals.
"Aimee!" my mother yelled from outside my bedroom door. I scowled as I made my way over to open it for her; if she was going to berate me about being late, it was partially her fault for not checking in on me! I was reading...
Was my addiction that bad?
"Yes," I grumbled to her once I opened the door. She stood before me in a nice beige dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. What was all that for?
"Are you ready? The pick up crew are here."
"Pick-up crew?" I snorted. Oh yeah, a van was picking me up. Sounds so safe.
"Yes, gather your things, and hurry on downstairs. Here's a few granola bars since you didn't eat yet." She dropped a couple of bars in my hand, and turned to walk back downstairs.
"UGH!" I sighed heavily, picking up my suitcase. I stuffed the granola bars inside. Did I have everything packed? Clothes, check. If I ran out, my parents were going to bring me some more. No one had any idea of how long I would be there. Toothbrush, check. Curling and straightening iron, check. Makeup, check. Cellphone...not check. Oh gosh, where was my cell phone?!
"Hurry up, Aimee!" my mother called. I wanted to rip my hair out from all this stress. I needed my phone. I needed it to go on wattpad. I couldn't last a day without reading. And this is why you need rehab, a little voice inside my head told me. Frantically running around my room, checking all possible spots, I finally found my phone, right underneath my blanket. Of course. I rolled my eyes as I stuffed my phone into my pocket, and walked downstairs with my suitcase.
"All set," I said, plastering a fake smile on my face. Two men stood at the door, towering over both my parents. They wore shirts that had the words, 'Wattpad Rehab Team' printed on the front in large red letters. My heart skipped a beat as they began walking over to me; I was sure they were going to grab me and stuff me in a straight jacket or something. But this was Wattpad Rehab. Rehab for reading. I wasn't crazy, that was crazy! Anyway, one of the men took my bags, and the other introduced himself as Mikey, the van driver. He was nice enough. Seemed a bit old, early forties maybe, but he was good looking for his age. I still didn't feel comfortable about this all yet.
Would I ever?
I was honestly really scared now. I was actually leaving my home to go stay at some rehab facility for reading! An involuntary snort escaped from me, and everyone looked at me with confused expressions. I quickly changed the subject.
"I'm going to miss you guys," I said to my parents. Now don't let them take me! I mentally pleaded.
"We're going to miss you so much, sweetheart," my father spoke, embracing me in a tight, warming hug. He planted a light kiss on my forehead before releasing me.
"Really honey, we are doing this for your own good. We understand you like to read a lot, but this obsession of yours has become to much. We love you so much, and we can't wait for you to come home. I miss you already." My mom sobbed into my shoulder as she clung onto me. I held back the tears that desperately wanted to escape my eyes. I didn't want to leave. Especially not knowing how long I was going to be gone.
"Bye, guys. I'll miss you," I choked out. They followed Mikey and I out the door, and I spotted the van. It was a white van - how safe - but it had the same large red letters printed on the side as did the shirts. 'Wattpad Rehab Team.' Mikey opened up the door for me, and I gasped as I spotted another girl in the seat next to mine. She looked at me with the same shocked expression, and we both jumped when the door was closed.
"Rehab?" she whispered.
"For reading," I said with a touch of annoycance, but in the same whispery tone. A small smile crept upon her lips, and she held out her hand in a friendly gesture.
"I'm Kacey, Wattpad addict."
"I'm Aimee, Wattpad addict, too."
And with that, I made a new friend before I even got to the facility.
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A/N:
Hello, this is Wattpad Rehab's second author, Amanda(: I write the Aimee parts, and Jordan writes the Kacey parts. Anywho, I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. Thank you so much for reading, and for voting. It means a lot. :)
Aimee's outfit on the side ---->
