Bad Boy // Casey Johnson (Stereo Kicks)

Chapter One

*ISLA'S P.O.V*

October 30th 2014 //
The car door slammed shut in my face, forcing my hair to fly into the air and then settle on my shoulder, slightly dishevelled, however that was the least of my worries. At the top of my list of priorities, besides planning an escape route once I got there was the fact that when the door shut it was the start of a journey. No I do not mean an actual fucking journey, yes thats true, but metaphorically speaking, a journey of a certain kind of controlled torture called 'MeadowHall Rehabilitation Centre' apparently 'a tranquil place in which visitors can find themselves again' in a hope to recover from my addictions. Which was in fact a load of bullshit which my none-the-wiser mother bought, of course. And that ladies and gentlemen is how I was now speeding down the motorway at no less than 90 miles per hour in the loudest type of silence I'd ever heard. My mothers stern face was set on the road ahead of her leaving me unsure on her feelings upon the whole thing just to add to my confusion and questions I had. Beside me, my bags lay packed full of pointless crap I wouldn't need and would neither help nor comfort me throughout the length of time I would be trapped up within the so called 'tranquil place' aka hellhole.

Suddenly my mum pressed down on the breaks whilst simultaneously my whole body threw itself towards the central armrest. Oh well, who cares if my mum breaks a few bones, its only adding physical breaks to the already broken person I was. Before I could get a word in edge ways or even open my own door a young woman greeted me,

"Hello, you must be Isla??"
An overly friendly face peered up at me from her mere 4ft 10 height, half scaring me with her garishly large smile. A smile that I'd seen on so many previous occasions it was ridiculous...pity. Pity at how 'a gorgeous 18 year old girl like you could be trapped up in a world of drugs' yeah, like I haven't heard that a thousand times before. I'd become an excellent reader of emotions and pity just so happened to be my strong point.

"Well I'm Maria...I guess you could say I run this place and by run I most definitely mean running round after everyone and everything, I'm not alone though I have the help of my partner Barclay, but he just tends to sit around all day looking pretty, well trying"
She smiled and let out an almost nervous laughter. I looked over to Barclay to be greeted with a pleasant smile and an even more pleasant face, I quickly snapped my attention away so I wouldn't get too distracted.

After an exchange of words, a couple hugs and a few tears or so (on my mums part), we said our goodbyes and she was off. It was a strange feeling of being conflicted between wanting her to stay for comfort and wanting her to leave to save any more embarrassment, but feeling this way was completely pointless as the decision was made and from now on I had no control over anything...nothing at all. Actually, strictly speaking I was still in charge of my thoughts, however that was no consolation as they were what got me here in the first place. I dragged my suitcase along the pebble filled pathway which was seemingly a pointless exercise as suitcase wheels don't take to pebbles too well, I've since found.

Before I could go to my room I was introduced to the team:
Barclay and Maria- the owners of course
Julie- The counsellor
Chris- Chef
James- My mentor who would review me every week, to check my progress
Charlotte- Health visitor
The list was endless needless to mention the amount of hands I shook upon taking my first step into MeadowHall.

"Isla, before we go any further, let me introduce you to your roommate", I stopped in my tracks and my gaze shifted from the blue tiled floor to the deep hazel eyes of the most beautiful human I'd ever seen. It was highly unexpected as when I pictured rehab, I pictured old men in scruffy clothes trying to re grasp a hold of their life whilst failing miserably, so his appearance knocked me sideways to say the least,
"Isla, this is Casey", she paused "Casey, this is Isla and I can guarantee you'll have a lot to talk about as looking through your notes your pasts aren't too dissimilar" He gave me a cheeky side smile whilst running his fingers through his perfectly styled quiff.

Casey looked somehow familar. His face...I'd seen it before, I was sure of it. The task in hand now was to decide where I'd seen him before and how he had ended up in this place just like I had. Hopefully his tall stature and his cheeky charm to match would make this whole experience somewhat bearable, a little bit of eye candy never did anyone no harm.

I'd come to rehab in hope of getting off drugs, however, already I could tell illegal drugs weren't going to be my problem anymore. Getting my next fix of Casey Johnson would be the next thing on my wishlist.

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Hi guys! the next chapter will be from Casey's point of view so you'll get to hear his side of the story! Hope you enjoyed it and want me to do updates regularly!
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