Falling in Love in Rehab

Precious

After a long series of questions by Doctor Reed, a psychiatrist, Sapphire heads back to her room. She doesn’t feel guilty or bad for lying to an honest decent man who’s patient and kind. She’d rather fabricate stories than talk about her dead lover, Nate. Those lies she plants on the psychiatrist’s head shall make him shut up. For the second time today, she lies peacefully on her bed, her gaze toward the stars that fairly lit the night sky. Her thoughts wander to the concept of heaven and its existence. If there really is a heaven, she hopes that Nate reached it or has it because heaven can also be the state of eternal happiness.

“Sapphire,” a deep manly voice calls from the other side of the door, “We’re having bonfire night, do you want to come?”

She rolls her eyes, and then replies, “No, leave me alone, I want to rest.” She doesn’t know who’s behind the door, but the voice was familiar. She tries recalling when she heard the voice, however, she is too tired to think or remember.

                “Claudia said that you haven’t eaten anything yet since you got here, maybe you’d like to join us,” he said.

                Sapphire abruptly stands up then opens the door. Her heart skips a beat, and her face flushes upon seeing Paris Glendale in front of her. He’s wearing a grey shirt with the word “ABSTAIN” printed on it, and a pair of jeans.

                Paris smiles at her, hoping that she’d accept his invitation, “So you’re going?”

                “No,” she bit her lip, “I hate bonfires.”

                “Why? It’s gonna be awesome,” he encourages.

                Her eyes narrowed, “I am pretty sure you heard me that I wanted to rest.”

                “Yeah, I did,” he smirks, “Don’t get mad, it doesn’t look good on you.”

                She scoffs, slamming the door and hopes that he leaves immediately. She strides to her bag then unpacks her things, untidily placing them inside the available closet.

                The next morning, she rises to her feet then feels her stomach grumble. She slowly walks to the bathroom, then brushes her teeth and washed her face. She heads to the hall in search of glorious food.

                Claudia walks up to her and asks, “When was the last time you ate?”

                “Breakfast with my dad at IHOP,” she groans, clutching her belly. “Damn, do you have pancakes?”

                “Yes, child, we have pancakes,” the old lady leads her to the dining area, where Paris is also there, devouring the pancakes glazed with strawberry and chocolate syrup. Her eyes narrowed because the morning sunshine entering this room is blinding her. She sits on a chair, five seats away from Paris, trying to ignore his presence because he annoyed her last night.

                Paris stands up, then takes his plate with appealing food, then moves to seat across Sapphire. “Good morning, precious,” he gleams, his teeth stained with pink and brown tint of syrup.

                Claudia smiles at the young boy then faces Sapphire, “Sapphire, dear, what do you want to eat?”

                “I just asked for pancakes a while ago…” she sarcastically smiled at her nanny.

                “Right, sorry, I’ll be right back,” Claudia nods then leaves.

                “So, we’re going to have some gardening later, precious,” Paris started.

                She grimaces, “Stop calling me precious, you sound like Gollum, and f-ck gardening.” She doesn’t like people calling her names because she only gave that right to Nate, and that right also went to the grave. She’s no longer fond of doing some nature-related activities since Nate’s death.

                “Sorry, but I’m going to annoy you ‘til agree to go gardening with me,” he chuckled. That smile causes her to blush so she looks away from him. “No, we should go biking instead.”

                “Go ask someone else,” she speaks.

                “No way, precious. I’d like to teach you myself, and there are only five of us in this institution,” he explains.

                “Five?” she sounds surprised, she is expecting that there will be around thirty people in this facility.

                “Yeah, my dad chose to limit the facility to five every three months so we can accommodate everyone better. It sounds a bit odd, but we dared to be different,” he grinned. “And you, precious, are our beloved guest.”

                “Why are you here?” She asks, wondering why some hot guy like him chooses to stay here.

                “I’m a former addict…” he replies.

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