The Business Man's Son (Wattpad Version)

Rehab

Landon

The hospital discharged me, and Cruz took me to rehab. I checked into a ninety-day rehab program. Someone checked through my bag to make sure I wasn't hiding any substances, then the person checked me.

"Here is the itinerary of your stay here," a counselor said, handing me a paper. "We will check your items frequently. The door to your room remains open - no private showers, bathroom breaks, or electronics. You will eat in the dining room with the other patients, exercise, and attend group therapy along with one-on-one therapy. It's not a country club here."

"What about visitors?" I questioned.

"Not until thirty days. The main purpose is the patient and understanding what led them to their addiction," the woman informed me.

The woman showed me to my room, which had minimal items. I settled into my room and looked around at it. I think I prefer Asher's method. I sighed as I sat here.

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I begin rehabilitation, and I learned that privacy becomes non-existent. The people at rehab came from different lifestyles and families. When you strip people down to the bare minimum, we're the same.

I sat at a table with other people who I didn't know while we ate. The food wasn't fancy and nothing like what my parents cooked. Everyone ate the same, and if you didn't like it, you didn't eat.

I glanced and noticed someone sitting at a table eating. It can't be who I think it is, I thought to myself. The person ate quietly.

"Tyler?" I asked.

The guy looked at me, and I looked at the guy, shocked. I sat there, stunned.

After dinner, I looked for Tyler and found him. He was sitting at a table, putting a puzzle together. I sat down at the table.

"Tyler," I said.

Tyler looked at me.

"They told me you died," I mentioned.

"I did," Tyler said, surprising me. "But someone found me and called 911."

I sat there, speechless.

"I overdosed, but the doctors brought me back," Tyler explained.

I looked at Tyler with concern.

"Drugs are a bitch," Tyler told me.

"Tell me about it," I mumbled.

"It's not a bad gig here. It's my third stint," Tyler mentioned. "It surprises me to see you here. You refused drugs and alcohol. Did the mighty Landon fall from his perfect pedestal?" Tyler questioned.

"I fell into the trap," I whispered.

Tyler looked at me.

"I thought if I could avoid that part, it wouldn't happen to me. I was wrong," I said.

"Drugs don't care who you are or where you come from, to it, you're another junkie," Tyler reasoned.

"I know. When I detoxed, I wanted to die," I said.

"Detoxing is a bitch," Tyler grumbled.

I looked at Tyler. He looked rough. It doesn't matter who we are; we all fall the same. I got up and walked away. I walked outside of the rehab center and stood in the sunshine. I closed my eyes, held out my arms, and lifted my head. I felt the warmth on my face and the calmness in my soul. Whatever happens now, I would survive.

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I attended group therapy and sat there. People talked about their addictions. I listened to each story and thought about my own. I wasn't ready to talk yet, but one day, I would.