"What the hell, Blake?" My father questioned clearly pissed after he dragged me out of the party into his range rover. "Relax, I was just getting to know the locals." I answered sarcastically and I could tell I was just adding fuel to the fire. "You told me you needed some time to think and me being the jackass of a father I am, I think alright I'll just give her some time. I obviously didn't know that your idea of "time to think" was and that it had a way different meaning then mine. Yours being running off with some random perverts and getting high! When, Antonio called me and let me know where you were, I was worried, Blake." I let out a huge sigh and put my feet on the dashboard.
"Chill out." I looked at his face and tried to put my hands over my mouth to cover up my laughter but I ended up bursting out with laughter anyways. "Maybe, I'll just talk to you when your not so high, Blake."
I listened to my father let out a huge breath and watched him start the car. I pouted like a five year old and whined, "Dude, what is with everyone killing my buzz today. Sue me if I needed a little release after everything that has just been dumped on me." My father stopped running the car and turned in his seat to face me. "Blake, do you understand why your mother sent you here?" I pulled out my bag of cocaine. "This? Is this why she sent me here?" I asked already knowing the answer. My father tried to grab it but I pulled it back out of his reach. "I like to get high, dad! I like not having to put on an act for the "Rejects". I'm a crackhead and you can't change me." I answered matter-of-factly.
I was just about to take another sniff when my father snatched it from me and threw it out of the window. "Blake, you are not a crackhead. Your my daughter and you need help." My father reasoned calmly. "I do not need help. I can quit whenever I want and I don't want to. You may have thrown that one away, but I can get more." I screamed starting to irrate him with my stubborness. "Now Blake, there is a rehab center right along the coast and I want you to spend some time there."
"It's only if you want to, I'm not gonna force you to change your lifestyle. When you're ready to kick the habit, I'll be right here for you." My father continued. "Drive." I said putting an end to the discussion.
My father buckled his seatbelt, started the car, and hit the gas. "Do you have anything you want to talk about?" My father asked still pressing things. "I said I needed time to think!" I shouted clearly losing it. I honestly didn't care if he was happy with the bimbo or not. "Alright." He said and I hoped that this would be the end of the discussion but I was wrong. "I really do love Rachael, you know?" Now I was really gonna lose it. "La La La!" I shouted covering my ears to tune him out. He stopped bothering me and focused on the road.
When we got back to the villa I immediately got out of the car and slammed the door. I immediately regretted it when I saw Antonio sitting on a bench waiting for me. "Blake, can we talk?" He said running up to me. "No." I answered blankly and ran upstairs. I heard my dad tell him that I needed some time to sleep it off and for once in his life he was right. Throw in a bubble bath and your dead-on.
I ran up to my room and kicked off my shoes. I ran into the bathroom that was connected to my room and began to run a bath. I began to undress and caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. My hair was a mess, my make-up was smeared all over my face, and I had huge bags underneath my eyes. Also, to top it all of my nose was beginning to bleed. I grabbed a tissue and pressed it against my nose. I leaned my head back and just stood there thinking for a minute.
Maybe my parents are right. Maybe, I do need help; help that they can't offer me. I may have been too stubborn to admit it to my mom, but my dad is different. I was tired of thinking so, I wiped the rest of the blood from my nose and jumped in the bath.
When I got out of the bath I got dressed in polka dot pajama bottoms and a baggy t-shirt that said "Legalize Gays". I blow-dryed my hair and brushed my teeth.
