High Off Love

Chapter 7

August 22nd

I leave today, no we leave today. I am packed and knocking on his door.

"Come in."

I walk in and he has his bags packed.

"I'm excited! Aren't you?" I squeal.

"Just to make sure you don't get into any trouble." He smirks at me. Trouble?

I run up to him and give him a kiss. He ends up picking me up and me wrapping my legs around him. I have never been happier.

"Let's go then." I say and grab my bags from my room.

"It is really early and nobody is up." I remark.

"Yeah how do you think we are going to get out when there are guards at the doors." He thinks I don't have a plan.

"This is such a crappy rehab, they probably won't even know we are gone. Security is awful here."

I go left instead of right. Right it the stairs to the cafeteria, left is to the extra hallway with abandoned rooms. Some people say that people died in these rooms so nobody stays in them.

I walk inside the last room of the hallway. I think this is it. Sure enough a door. I open it, light. The light at the end of my tunnel is right in front of me.

"Let's do it." I say and we take off into the world.

I haven't felt fresh air in months. It's amazing how you miss something that you never thought would be gone so long.

We grab hands and start walking towards town.

"Where should we go first?" Toby asks and opens his wallet to show a credit card.

Did he steal that? How much is on that thing?

"It's mine. I come from a rich family so there is quite a bit on it." Thank god he told me that.

"Florida." I smile.

We get to town and catch a cab to the airport. We are going to have an interesting time.

(Let's wrap the boring part up, we go to the airport, get on a plane, stop at an airport, get a cab, and go to our hotel.)

"This place is huge!" I exclaim.

Toby chuckles at my expression. The bellhop has our luggage taken up to the room. We walk in the place is even bigger on the inside.

I am out of the tunnel. Until, I see the bar. It feels as if every drop of alcohol is pulling me toward it. I guess Toby felt it doing it to me, so he puts his arm around me, pulls me closer, and kisses me on the forehead. While he is checking in, the bar is yelling at me, screaming.

Toby pulls on my hand toward the elevator. Other people get on it too. It is so awkward, me and Toby start cracking up in the elevator. The people look at us like we are crazy, but here's the deal we are crazy.

Laughing a lot we make it to our floor. We search for 1805. We find it, slide our key in, then open the door. It has a living room, full kitchen, and one bedroom. Perfect for two. Our bags are already up here.

"Well I'm going to unpack." Toby states.

I can still feel the bar pulling me. I will just go look at it.

"I'm going to go get a coke." I lie.

He nods and I dart. The elevator ride couldn't be fast enough. Finally lobby. I walk over to look at the bar. It has dug it's claws into me. One drink won't hurt anything. I walk inside.

"Vodka." The word rolls off my tongue like it never left, but the drink tastes and feels as if it was gone for years.

The one drink has turned into four. Toby will be finding me any minute, so I drink them down fast. Five, six, Toby.

"This is bullshit." He breaths.

"You have the prettiest eyes Toby." I slur.

I use to be able to drink a lot more than just six to get me wasted. I have everything I need now. Vodka and Toby, it use to be drugs, but Toby is my drugs now.

"Come on let's go." Toby grabs me and helps me to the elevator.

I feel bad now. He seems to be mad at himself. I travel into thought. I have stepped backwards, closer to the dark, dark tunnel.

We make it to our room.

"I was worried about you." He said pacing back and forth.

I'm sitting on the couch. Who put me here? Probably Toby.

"Please promise me you will be clean for now on." He is so concerned.

"I promise." Actually I don't promise, I can't promise that.

"You should go to bed." He says unable to look at me.

It's only six o'clock, but I'm not going to argue with him.