Ultraviolence

Chapter Fifteen

Author's Note:
the next few chapters will be very short so sorry but yeah this is it.

"I won't cry...everything will be fine."

...

I don't remember the fight. I think I blacked out. But when I woke up, my whole family was there in the room, chatting amongst themselves. My mother's eyes widened as she saw me fully awake for the first time in three days.

"Hey, Elizabeth. How are you feeling, honey?" She asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm fine. Where's Harry?" I asked.

As soon as I said his name, he immediately pushed through the crowd of my parents and grandparents and a few of my cousins and his parents, too and sat on the bedside opposite of my mother and took my hand in his.

"Right here." He said.

I couldn't help but lean in and kiss him. I felt like I needed to, to take the worried look off of his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Once again, I'm fine. What happened?"

"You overdo-"

I interrupted him. "Tell me about that later. What happened with you and Noah?" A mile-long smile spread across his face.

"It's over. It's all over." He said.

"What do you mean 'it's over'?"

"Security walked in right when he threw a punch. They said he showed symptoms of drug and alcohol use so they tested him. Turns out, he had been drinking, obviously, and he is still underage. He had also been doing various drugs in secret for months. He also got charged for giving you alcohol after you took those pills and giving alcohol to a minor. He kept arguing that he would be eighteen next month but the arrested him anyway. The judge set the bail for $550,000." He said.

"Why is the bail so high?" I asked.

"The judge said you could've died and if you would have it would have been involuntary manslaughter. But now it is just attempted manslaughter according to his arrest report." He started laughing.

"Oh my god. Why are you laughing?" I began laughing, too.

"I'm happy."

"Why are you so happy?"

"Because you're okay. We're okay. Noah's gone. And we're okay."

"So what happened with..me?"

"You drank after overdosing on concentration pills and you ended up here. Basically."

"Oh." Well..crap.

"But you're fine now," my mother joined in, "thanks to Harry."

I looked at him and smiled as he blushed and looked at his knees.

"So, when can I go home?" I asked.

"Well, after today you'll be home for one night and then spend a week in rehab." My mother answered.

"Rehab?" I asked in shock.

"Not as much rehab as it is a detox. It's not as bad as you think. Your father and I have found the best place for you and people who have done the same thing. You'll be there for nine days and then you'll come home."

"Are you sure it's safe for me to be home?" I questioned.

"Absolutely. We flushed the rest of the pills. Oh, and we have one more surprise for you.." She smiled and motioned for my father and Harry's parents to come over.

"We figured you would need something to keep you busy when you come back. Something-" My mother was interrupted.

"Or someone." My father said.

"Or someone," she continued, "to keep you from getting here again. So...you know the apartment-type-of-thing that is sitting in the backyard that no one ever uses?"

"Yeah." I said, the anticipation killing me.

"Well, your father and I and Harry's parents have arranged for Harry to stay there for the next month, or however long it takes you to get back to normal. The doctor said it would be best to have someone to keep you in line around and we thought Harry would be best for the job." She smiled, the first time I've seen her really, actually smile in a really long time.

"Is this a joke?!" I asked, overwhelmed with shock and excitement. It's really sad that it took this to make my parents actually seem to care about me for once. "So when are you moving in?" I looked at Harry.

"The day before you get out of rehab." He flashed his green eyes at me and smiled.

"So we're good?" I asked.

"We're good." Harry answered.

I was greeted by my grandparents and cousins and my sister even came to talk to me. I spent a lot of time chatting with Harry's parents, mostly thanking them for letting him stay with us. Jack was with us for a while, making everyone in the room laugh at his random stories.

...

My parents brought me home as soon as the doctor signed the release form. I was actually worryless. It's been a while since I've felt this way. Harry rode home with us so he could say goodbye before I left for rehab. We were talking about what I missed while I was sacked out for two and a half days. I loved talking with Harry. We talked about everything and nothing all at once and it always felt so good. We talked about how Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher have been rumored to have gotten married in secret. We talked about Kim Kardashian on the cover of Love magazine. We talked about rehab and I got worried because last time I went to rehab, it was a nightmare. But Harry quickly calmed my fears with his Cheshire Cat smile and told me that it was a small detox/rehabilitation center on the outskirts of Syracuse, New York and how it was really upscale and he told me how there was nothing to worry about and I believed him, just like I did before, but this time, without any doubt.