Those Bloody Tears

Chapter Ten

            At the end of the week it was odd not being able to take Andy home, even though he didn’t live with me. They weren’t giving him the chance to relapse by letting him go home. He went straight to Rehab. I didn’t like that the place they referred him to was called that. I had been to rehab and I don’t remember bulimics running around counting calories while I was there. But this one was supposed to be the best in the county. It was either that place or send him out of state. And I couldn’t just pack up and stay wherever they moved him for an undefined amount of months.

            I had already canceled all of our gigs for the next two weeks later that day the first full day he was in the hospital. I didn’t know how available I needed to make myself to him in the coming weeks and I knew my head wouldn’t be in it if I was performing. It wouldn’t be fair to

            Andy or the band.

           They didn’t tell me until his last day at the hospital I wouldn’t be able to see him until his acclimation period was over. Apparently it takes a minimum of two weeks of isolation from your friends and family to get adjusted over there. They told me in the hallway in case I reacted poorly, they didn’t want to upset Andy. It was a good call because I flipped s***. It was f****** bulls*** that I couldn’t see him for a week. What if he needed me?

         Apparently my temper tantrum had been bad enough to get me kicked out of the hospital. I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye. They politely escorted me into the back of a cruiser. I wasn’t under arrest, but they didn’t want to take any chances on me doing something stupid. It was probably another good call because I didn’t have a ride.

          When I got home I was mad. Beyond mad, angry really, and I went straight for my emergency Jack Daniels for when I wanted to get s***faced in a jiffy. It was a full bottle, but was nearly a third of the way empty just by the time I got to my waterbed. I sloshed down the rest of the amber liquid before passing out. I didn’t usually get this wasted anymore, but this was my sure fire way of quieting an explosive rage and a racing mind. You tended to forget what got you so upset in the first place, when you can barely remember your own name.

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I feel like this is a lot different form the original chapter. oh well its better.