Rehab

Chloe;

I wake up an stare at my ceiling. It doesn't take long from the effects of last night to soon kick in; I'm hungover once again, this was a usual occurrence, especially since I lost my dad, i guess I've just been out drinking more..the thought of drinking right now though ugh... I'm about to puke, racing over to the toilet to puke for the third morning this week.
I know this isn't good for me, but I can't stop, I just find myself in these situations where I get drunk and drugged up a hell of a lot.
gah.
"Chloe..?" I hear my mom sniffle

Fuck.

"Yes mom" I sigh with my head still pretty much in the toilet.

"You really need to stop this chloe, you've been like this nearly every morning since...you know..". I looked over at her, she was crying an I felt bad. But It knew she'd be fine, cause I'm always fine.

"Mom I'll be f-" an she cuts me off

"What's it gonna take for you chloe? Stop saying you'll be fine! You've had 5 stomach pumps in the last 3 months! You're so selfish! I've just lost your father I don't want to loose you too!" She slams the door.

I pick myself up an dust myself off...she's right I am selfish but I'm not being selfish on purpose, I like feeling numb an out of it I can't help I can't cope with grief I can't cope at all.. me an my dad were really close.

"CHLOE GET DOWN HERE YOU'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL" I rushed downstairs fluffing up my hair; as I do hiding my flask in the secret pocket of my bag.
"I will be glad of the day you come down the stairs wearing something other than black" she sighs. It wasn't a sad sigh it was a 'I love you but I'd wish you'd wear pink more' kind of mom sigh, I roll my eyes and get in the car.

Bzzz bzzz
Frank: where the fuck are you, don't tell me you're bunking off again? Hurry the fuck here we have a history test luv frank<3

I smirk an reply

Chloe: hi frank, moms taking me now I'll be there soon x

I smile because I feel like frank is the only person that gets me in this entire world, we're not dating or anything we're best friends, since we were like 4, an were practically the same, both have black hair, both wear black clothes an both have our nose an lip done, kinda like twins- well that's what my mom says. 
Drifting away from my thoughts I notice something, we're on the motorway. We don't need to be on the motorway to get to school...
"Mom?" I ask looking over at her

"Yes chicken?" Turning to softly smile at me;

"Where are we going?" I ask getting agitated as I'd forgot to take my anxiety meds

"I'm taking you somewhere, somewhere that you'll hate me for now, but will thank me for later..." a tear rolls down her cheek as she goes to hold my hand

"Where?" I ask getting more an a more anxious feeling like I'm gonna throw up.

"Chloe you're going to rehab"

Fucking rehab.