Katrina's POV
"Are you sure she's alright? She's been out for awhile." A whispering Josh questioned. The room was silent.
I went to sit up but was stopped by the awful pounding in my head.
"Take it slow." Said a worried Chris who had rushed to my side, helping me lay back down. His eyes were puffy and blood shot. Josh walked into view, holding a glass of water. I gladly took it, gulping down every last drop before setting it back on the table.
"Katrina, we need to talk." Chris sighed, combing through his raven hair with his fingers.
"No, we really don't." I said, not looking at either of them.
"Kat, I thought you were dead!" Chris shouted.
"I wish." I scoffed under my breath. I looked up to see Josh shaking his head.
"Chris, can I have a minute with her?" He more demanded than asked. Chris simply nodded and walked out of the room.
"Why? You really think dying is going to fix this?" The pain on his face was clear as day.
"Yes. I won't have to suffer through this anymore." I replied in a hoarse tone.
"Suffer through what? You're beautiful, you have so many people who love you, and you have a successful career! What is there to 'suffer' through?" I narrowed my eyes, looking straight at him.
"I'm the size of a fucking cow, I am ugly as fuck, I cheated on the man I love, and I haven't even been to work in a week. It wouldn't surprise me if I was fired! I live everyday hoping and praying to god that it will be my last day. But you know what? God never shows up. He never answers me. He'd rather sit on his pedestal in the sky telling me everything I do is wrong instead of helping me get better. Every breath is painful and I wish it was just over already. You want to know the only reason I haven't killed myself?! Because I'm afraid of going to hell! I've been addicted to heroin, coke, alcohol, you name it, I've had it," I took a pause, drawing in a deep breath and lowering my voice, "I was pregnant once, Josh. I couldn't handle it. I had a fucking abortion. I killed my own child. That haunts me every fucking day. So tell me again how fucking perfect my life is." Tears were pouring down my face. Josh sat across from me, just staring. He simply pulled me into a hug, at a loss for words. I returned the embrace, losing whatever shred of composure I had held on to.
Chris returned to the room, holding a plastic bag.
"Where the fuck did you get these?" He said angrily.
"Nowhere, it doesn't matter." I refuse to let him send Hunter to prison.
"Kat, if you don't tell me, I'm sending you back to rehab."
He would do that? He'd send me away to people who are just going to tell me that there's something wrong with me? How could even bare the thought of abandoning me with some strangers?
"Chris..." Josh shook his head beside me.
"No! This happened last time! I'm not playing games anymore!" He shouted, roughly grabbing my arm, dragging me outside.
"Chris! Fucking stop!" Josh shouted following us. I was bawling, unable to say anything. He threw me into the car, slamming the door behind me.
Chris quickly got in the other side, wasting no time to speed out of the driveway. From the rear view mirror, I saw Josh running and shouting behind us. I curled up in a ball in my seat, leaning on the door, trying to get as far away from Chris as possible.
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Almost an hour later, we pulled into the parking lot of a huge four story tall, hotel-looking building. Chris came around the side of the car, jerking my arm out. Jesus, he didn't have to be so damn rough.
