Worthy

Chapter Three: Second Encounters

Christopher

"I'm not playin' this stupid ass game no more with you if all you gonna do is cheat, my nigga." I chuckled putting the cards down as Tyga laughed shaking his head. It was my second day in rehab. My mom put me in here so I could get help with my drinking. I met this cool guy named Michael, but he was known as Tyga. He's been showing me everything around here.

"You just mad I beat that ass twice. It's all good though." He placed his set of cards on the table.

"How long you been in here, anyways?" I asked him.

"About three months. My baby mama, Chyna, thought I wasn't fit to help raise our son. So to prove that I could, they told me to come to rehab for substance abuse. How long you got?"

"I don't even know, to be honest. Yesterday was my first day, so I'm getting the hang of things."

"What you in here for anyways? You seem like a pretty cool nigga with no problems."

"I'm in here for alcohol addiction, I guess. I never really thought it was addiction, but I just wanna keep my mom happy. She thinks its best for me." I explained with a shrug.

"I understand what you mean." Tyga nodded.

"Why isn't it a lot of people here?"

"The building is big, it ain't just us. The other side of the building is for the crazy people. Like the people messed up in the head, crazy. This side is for the addicts, not much people come as it is. They like havin' a small amount of people."

"What happened to that white girl yesterday? When I was coming in, I saw them grabbin' her and all that." I asked curiously.

"Oh, her? She was caught in her room cutting. Her rich parents threw her in here because of an alcohol addiction she had. Drinkin' got her thinking crazy, and so she cut. Once they caught her, she was immediately sent to the other side. White girl got solitary confinement for two months plus nine extra months." We both shook our heads.

"That's sad, man." I added looking at a couple other patients engage in other activities. They had nothing but some old board games, cards, and mancala. This was indeed a hellhole.

Suddenly, the game room door opened as one of the workers escorted a woman into the room. I hadn't seen her before, she looked like she just arrived.

"Who is that?" I asked curiously as Tyga looked too.

"I don't know, she looks new. Kinda cute too." He added looking as the worker sat her down at a table. I got a good look of her face. She looked just like that nightclub singer.

"Hol' up, I think I know her."

"Oh true? She look good as shit." Tyga stared at her.

"Don't say all that, she mine already." I stopped him shaking my head.

"If she was, why didn't she speak?" Tyga snickered at me.

"Well, she don't know it yet, but she is mine." I licked my lips looking at her, nodding. "Yep she is."

Bree

Later That Day

I finally came to get the help I needed. It was difficult, but I needed to so nothing happened anymore like the situation I had with Quentin. Earlier, I found out I did not have the HIV virus, and I saw the whole situation as a warning.

I had befriended a girl with the same problem I had, and her name was Teyana. She was here for a month already so she was telling me how things went around here.