Overboard: Somebody to Love #4

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Madelyn’s POV

            I was escorted to Passages in the middle of the night. We arrived at the state of the art facility, and I was shocked. It looked more like a hotel than a rehab center. I knew it was fancy, seeing as Mel Gibson and David Hasselhoff were frequent clients, but I didn’t know it was going to be this exclusive.

            “This way m’am.” One of the workers led me inside and up to the room I would be staying in for the next six weeks. I sat down on the bed.

I still couldn’t believe this was happening me. My husband had actually had me committed into a rehabilitation program because he thought I had tried to take my own life. How had my life gotten so screwed up?

            “Dinner is at six.” The man said kindly before shutting my door and leaving me alone. I laid down on the bed and cried. I desperately missed my kids. I wanted to see them so badly.

            At dinner I got the schedule and the low down on the place. I had group therapy at ten and a private session at two. The rest of the time was free. There was a movie room and a pool we were free to use. It was almost like an extended vacation I was being forced on.

            That night I cried myself to sleep. I felt so lonely. I still couldn’t believe I was here. Most of the time, I blamed my tears on the hormones, but I couldn’t this time. I was truly upset. I was pissed at Justin for putting me here. I was even more upset that I couldn’t see my kids. I missed them terribly. I had only ever left them for days at a time. I couldn’t imagine being away from them for six weeks, or however long Justin planned on keeping me in here.

Justin’s POV

            It was hard to explain to the kids why their mom wasn’t going to be around for almost two months. They didn’t understand why she had to leave them. But, it definitely upset them.

            Aniston, normally the easiest child in the world, began throwing temper tantrums at least once a day. She hadn’t ever been sent to timeout before this, but now it was also becoming a daily occurrence. Stella and Kingston were acting out in their own ways.

            “I want my mommy!” Aniston screamed for what seemed like the hundredth time today.

            “Go to time out!” I yelled, sick of her behavior already. Madelyn had only been gone for two days and I felt like it had been forever. She pouted, but obeyed. She walked over to the corner that was designated the time out corner.

            “I just want my mommy!” She sobbed, over and over again.

            “Aniston Monet Bieber. You are going to sit in timeout until you’re quiet.” That just made her cry harder. Finally, my heart couldn’t take it anymore. I scooped her up and hugged her tight. I felt so bad I was putting them through this.

            I went to visit Madelyn later that day.

            “Did you not bring the kids?” She asked sadly.

            “No, the doctors think it’s better if they don’t see you like this.”

            “Mhmm.” She nodded.

Madelyn’s POV

            I barely spoke to Justin during the visit. I had nothing to say to him. I was only looking forward to seeing him because I thought he would at least bring the kids. But after he told me he didn’t ever plan on bringing them to visit, I didn’t need to see him. I could punish him just like he was punishing me.

            I tried to figure out how to get out of here. Since they thought I had committed suicide, and Justin had signed me in, only a doctor or Justin could get me out. Justin wasn’t going to believe me, but I thought that maybe I could convince my designated psychiatrist.

I wasn’t depressed when I went into rehab, but I was getting sadder with each passing day. Having no contact with my family or friends was harder than I thought it would be. I felt so alone.    

            “What made you want to take your life?” Dr. Loren asked, for the tenth day in a row.

            “I didn’t.” I said again.

            “Madelyn, we aren’t ever going to get past this if you can’t admit it. Admitting it is the first step to your recovery. And the sooner your recovery starts, the sooner you can go home to your kids.”

            “Well then I might be here forever. I did not try to kill myself.” I got up from the couch and left the room, ending my therapy session for the day. I went up to my room and cried. I knew if I was ever going to convince him I wasn’t depressed, I needed to hold it together for an entire therapy session, but that hadn’t happened yet.

Justin’s POV

            “Hi, I’m here to see Madelyn Bieber.” I checked in at the front desk on Friday. I had given Madelyn a couple of days off to get used to the place, so maybe she would be more willing to talk to me this time.

            “Actually Mrs. Bieber isn’t accepting visitors.” The lady replied.

            “I’m her husband.” I said confused.

            “I’m sorry sir, it was under her doctor’s advice.”

            “I’m going to call her.” I grabbed my cell phone from my pocket.

            “She’s voluntarily handed over her cell phone. There’s no way to contact her. I will leave a note to have them contact you when she is accepting visitors again.”

            “Don’t bother.” I pushed the door open and walked to my car. She was punishing me for not bringing the kids, and it was working. I wanted to see her. I wanted to make sure she was okay, but she wanted nothing to do with me.