~Arianne's POV~
-3 months later-
"Alright ladies", yelled the rehabilitation center's organizer after blowing the whistle, "back to your rooms. Lunch is over".
Some girls groaned while others looked relieved.
As for me.. it's whatever.
I'm still known as "New Girl" or "New Girl Who ALMOST Got Raped" or as "Blexican Beauty" by the lesbians and bisexuals.
I haven't really made any "friends" here, but I kept a secret journal where I wrote all my thoughts in under my mattress.
If the organizers, security and doctors knew, they'd be pretty pissed, considering the mere fact that you had to tell them everything.
Yeah I told them a few things, but not the really personal stuff or what I was thinking.
I wasn't trying to get too comfortable because soon, I'd be out of here.
Yeah. I know. I know.
Running away is gonna bite me in the ass one day, but who gives a f*ck.
This rehab ain't improving my life.
It's making it damn worse!
No privacy. No freedom. No loud!
I made a promise to myself that I would try and cut down on my weed issue, and get back on my feet.
I ain't really f*ck with cocaine that much so that wasn't a problem.
Crack.. Never tried it, and don't plan on it..
Dear Journal,
Today for lunch, they served some nasty sh*t as usual, but I did my best and ate it. It was better than jail food and no food period. I took some mushed up asparagus, undercooked chicken and some burnt chocolate chip cookies. One day, I'll put an end to this suffering. I need to get out of this place. But most importantly, I needed to get REALLY high. Like my emotions are getting the best of me. Some nights, I find myself crying, and I don't even be knowing why. But when I get out, there's going to be a new Arianne. A girl- woman, who will get really high when she escapes, and then works on getting in college. Maybe even get back into d...
"What are you doing Samuels?", a security guard said after entering with Dr. Roca.
See what I mean? No privacy. Nobody even knocks up in this b*tch.
"N-nothing", I said and casually tucked my journal under my mattress.
"That doesn't look like nothing", the doctor spoke up.
"Okayy", I sighed ready to let out the 'truth', "it was a pad", I muttered.
"Pad?", they said in unison.
"I have my f*cking period you retards!", I yelled, preparing for the fake waterworks.
"Oh. Don't cry Ms. Samuels", Doctor Roca said and embraced me.
"Get off", I mumbled and curled up into a ball on my cot.
I had to admit, I was pretty good at this acting sh*t, I smirked to myself.
"She's clearly not ready or in the mood for questioning", I heard the doctor whisper to the security guard.
"She's probably just faking it. I'm not trying to lose my job over this bullsh*t", he whispered back aggressively.
I felt them look at me. I shivered, and with that I heard the door close.
I slowly peered over my should to see an empty room.
Yes!
I pulled out my journal again.
"Now where was I", I said to myself, "ah! here".
...
~Carlos's POV~
"Carlos Gonzalez?"
"Yeah?", I said, lifting my head from my hands.
"You're free to go", the cop said and opened my cell door.
"Already?", I asked with confusion spreading across my face.
"Someone bailed you out".
Who?
I followed the cop in silence and was brought to an area, as had my prison clothes removed.
Afterwards, the guard led me to what looked like a freer environment.
And there, I saw...
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