Drunken Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6 - Family

It's been four days since I went to Zayn's room. The past four days have been the same as they were. Spending nights in the bathroom, going to the counselor, support groups, and to top it all of now we have to do chores. We have to do things like clean the floors and tables, also our rooms. Hannah has been out with her friends so much, and then there's me.

About any free moment I have is spent with Zayn. We talk, laugh, and just walk around the place together. I don't go to his room at nights and he doesn't to me, since the first week is basically over and we are done with all the symptoms. Hopefully.

I sat next to Zayn in the support group circle, as we listened to this girl named Lily tell us about her family. "Yeah. My mom was always home, and my dad was always at work." Zayn leaned over towards me.

"I'm hungry." He simply stated. I tried my hardest to hold in the laugh, which was getting easier each day. He winked at me, and then straightened himself back in his chair. I fluffed up my hair a bit, and smoothed it out. The girl continued to talk, and Zayn leaned over to me again. "Stop fluffing your hair. You keep distracting me from this girl."

"Just don't pay attention to me."

"That won't work." He joked. I really hope the leader doesn't come to me. The past 2 days he hasn't gotten to me, nor Zayn. I didn't want to talk about them, or anything like that.

I've told Zayn and my counselor the most. My counselor knows about Mike, Zayn doesn't. It's not that I don't trust Zayn, I just don't think I can bring myself to tell him. Especially not this week. He took it much harder than I had, and had worse symptoms than me. That being the case, I still felt awful. I never went to the clinic and got the pills because I couldn't move. Hannah told me she could smuggle me some, but I didn't want her to get into trouble.

I stayed up every night reading all my alcohol books, and some things actually did surprise me. I looked through all the books I had gotten, but my most read one was Diseases, Problems, or Anything Caused by Alcohol. I didn't exactly like reading about what could be going on inside of me, but it pulled me in. It made my stomach hurt and my night worse, but I wanted to know what was going on inside of me. I know not all of this is happening to me, but a lot of it probably is.

When I told my counselor about Mike, he seemed very calm about it. I'm sure he's gotten a story like mine dozens of times, but I was glad he still had recommendations about it. Either way, he was actually nicer than I thought he would be. He gave me a lot of books and strategies to help me get through the first week. He told me it was always the hardest because you're body is so used to alcohol, that when it can't consume it, it goes crazy.

When I'm not with Zayn or doing other Rehab related things, I'm doing chores. They want to encourage 'good citizenship', so they make us do chores. They have a whole list and everything, Amy gave me mine. Amy is the secretary at the front desk of my building. I don't talk to her that often, but she isn't that bad either. She's actually nice.

"Alright, see you all next time!" Our support group leader said. Zayn and I both stood up, and headed towards the door. "Oh, and don't forget that it'll be week 2 tomorrow, so invite your family relatives to come to support group!" Zayn and I both laughed, and walked out the door.

We both headed towards the same place; the dining hall. Without a word we both got on line and picked up some food for ourselves. It was dinner time, and neither of us had had lunch. We were doing chores and meeting with our counselor the whole afternoon. I chose some salad, chicken, water, and a piece of bread. Zayn got much more food than I did.

We walked over to our normal table, and I took a sip of my water. Zayn was already shoving food into his mouth, and I just laughed. "So, you inviting your relatives next week?" I said sarcastically.