My Boyfriend Billie

Rehab at its best

After Mike visited and I got more pills I decided to just stay home and play my guitar. I wrote some lyrics down and started putting chords to it. I hear someone walk into the house and I slowly get up. I carefully walk into the main room and I see Tre putting down a bag.
"Uh.. Hi?" I say confused. He looks up at me and looks away.
"Yeah I'm just here to drop my bag off and see if we could talk about us." He says. He seems distracted like something has gotten into his head and is tearing him apart. I nod and we walk into the bedroom. I sit down on the bed and he closes the door. He stands against the door and looks to the floor.
"Babe? Are you going to sit?" He looks up like I startled him from his thoughts.
"Uh yeah." He sits a little on the bed.
"Come here I don't bite." He chuckles to that. But not in a funny way in a sarcastic way.
"Yknow I thought you didn't but you get pretty vicious when you're high." His words are like a stab in the heart. I look at him with a pained face.
"I'm sorry." He looks at me like I was suppose to say something else but I didn't know what else to say. I hurt him and I was at a lost for words.
"Billie you know damn well what you're doing is wrong so why are you still doing it?"
"So I can forget it all. Hurting you and just everything!"
"Billie there are other things you can do to distract you from shit like that! Or! You know what just stop hurting me! Because what's hurting me is your drug use!" I didn't know what to say. Again I was at a lost for words. I mean could you blame him? I've been doing this to escape everything but I'm escaping nothing I just feel worse and worse every time I wake up from a hangover or get down from that high.
"I want to go to rehab."