Drunken Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1 - Group of Misfits

The suitcase rolled behind me, my hair blowing into my eyes. I tried to keep the suitcase steady, not moving it around too much. I walked up to the grass, finally, and steadied my suitcase on the ground. I turned to my parents, tears already in their eyes. You'd think I was going off to college.

"You know we love you, Emma." My mom said.

"Yeah." I sighed. I just wanted them to leave already.

"But it's for the best. They can help you here." My dad lectured. I rolled my eyes at his comment, trying to speed up them leaving. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes dad." I huffed. My mom walked up to me, and the tears continued to fill her eyes.

"Try and call whenever you can, please." She hugged me. I nodded, trying to loosen her grip from me. She finally let go, and now it was time for my dad. He didn't say anything this time, just a simple hug. When I was done hugging both of them, I gripped onto the handle of the suitcase. "We love you."

"I love you too." They waved their goodbyes walking back to the car. They weren't allowed to come into the room, which was obviously better than them coming in with me.

I held the handle of the suitcase, and started rolling it along the sidewalk. I sure as hell didn't want to be here, but I was put in here by my parents. They were too concerned with my health, and that I would be like this all my life. Like this is going to help any of that, it's just gonna make it all worse.

I reached the door to my room, when I was stopped by two men. "Let go of the suitcase."

"Why?"

"Just do it." I let go of the suitcase, and stood back. The man pushed it down so it was laying on the ground. They unzipped the suitcase abruptly, and looked through the clothes. They stopped short, and lifted up the hidden bottle of vodka that I stashed in my clothes. The guy handed it to the other one, who easily screwed it open. He poured the liquid out onto the grass, making me watch the whole thing. He threw the bottle onto the grass, and looked back at the suitcase.

They checked through every single area of the suitcase, and zipped it back up. I stood there silent the whole time, I knew this was gonna happen. They stood the suitcase back up, handing it to me.

"Thanks." I said sarcastically. I held onto the suitcase and tried to walk in again, until his hand stopped me.

"Let go of the suitcase, and put your hands up."

"Seriously?" He didn't respond, just slapped my hands up in the air. He patted me down like they do in airports, and he searched all over. He tried hitting my stomach, but was stopped by the flask that I had hidden there. He abruptly pulled it out, and did the same as he did to the vodka. He continued searching the rest of my things, then stopped.

"You're clean, go in."

"Finally." I said, now that he has dumped all of the liquor that I had onto the ground. I grabbed my suitcase and walked into the building. Beige walls filled the area, large windows lining the walls. I walked up to the desk where a perky blonde sat. Why is she working here?

"Hello! Welcome to Clearwater's Young Adult Rehabilitation Unit. You are checking in?"

"Yeah."

"What's your name?"

"Emma Stranten." She flipped through her clipboard of papers, and nodded, checking off next to my name.

"Alright Emma, you're going to room 34A which is just down the hall. You'll just drop off your things, and then you'll be going to the alcohol anonymous group." I laughed.