Castle On A Hill

Chapter 9

chapter 9

i wake up again and this time the car has stopped. i notice it's dark and i notice a huge Castle on the hill. is that my rehab house?.

'hey baby wake up, we're here' i heard moms soft soothing voice wake me up and as i wake up two strong guys looked at me and picked me up as if i'm getting kid napped.

'HEYHEYHEY WHOA HEY!, MOM MOM, GET THESE FOOLS OF ME LET ME WALK GOD FUCKIN DAMMET!' i could hear other people laughing or snickering at my reaction and i get sat in a room, volintly dropped on a chair. 'OWWW!, watch it will ya!' i snapped and the guys chuckled.

the doors then opened and mom and some small guy walked in talking. 'yeah so his bags are in his room now, i promise he's in good hands' the old man spoke calmly and my mother sighed and smiled taking a seat next to me. 'Hello Natsu, i hear you have a little addiction to weed and cocaine'

'i tried cocaine once and i swore to myself and to my friends i would never do it again' i soke in a soft angry voice.

'wow, the happiness on this boy' the old man spoke sarcastically and my mom giggled making me roll my eyes.

'well i'm not going to be all cheery scince i am tied up with scarfs as if i'm in an asylem' i glumly spoke again and everyone was just laughing.

'alright i get what you mean, guys untie him please'

'ahh thank you, my legs have been cramping the entire drive' i sighed with relife and i was able to break free.

'anyway Natsu, you smoke weed, why?'

'what do you mean?'

'well, what got you to smoke it?'

'why does it matter' i fought back and the old man chuckled.

'Natsu please, he's trying to help'

'no he's not, he's trying to bring guilt' i slummped on the chair with a mood giving the old man a angry look, i then just scoffed at the point.

'look Natsu this is important, were you bullied into it, peer pressured, or did you just want to do it?'

'look old man, i'm gonna be honest with you but not when my mothers in the room, because i know she'll tell my dad and he'll go off his rocket so i'm staying quiet with that question' i said and one of the muscled guys slammed a piece of paper on the table making me jump and then he gently put a pen on top of it. 'whats this?'

'paper and a pen' the guy said and i just rolled my eyes.

'i know what it is, why do i have it?'

'to write the truth without your mother knowing' the guy replied and i looked back at the old man and rolled my eyes.

'fine' i was writing down the truth and looked over it. on the note i wrote...i was called a chicken by my friends execpt for my friend Sting, he wanted me to make my own choice and the right choice but because he was doing it, i thought i would be strong enough to do it, and after that i liked it.

i handed the note to the old man and he looked at it seriously. 'right i understand...what you've said on this note, does it relate to the Cocaine on friday'

'no one knew i took coke. basically me and my friends went to a house party and a girl i can't even remmeber peer pressured me into taking it' i replied.

'i see, how did you feel when you took it'

'uuummm' i mumbled turning my head to my mom and she nodded with slow tears.