Rehab Facility

New Job

April
Wow. My interview went great and the facility accepted me. You guys do not understand how much this means to me I can finally say I have a career. Being 23 and living with your boyfriend and two of his homeboys is not fun at all but it's just what I can afford right now until those checks start to roll in.

Taking my keys out the ignition I walked got out the car swiftly closing the door, I ran inside the house excited to tell my baby the news.

"Babe!" I said closing the door behind me hearing him and the guys in the living room talking amongst themselves and seeing smoke in the air. As I walked further into the living room as I repeated again "Babe! Guess what?"

He looked up at me with eyes red as blood and said "Yes?" sort of annoyed.

Clearing my throat smiling from ear to ear "I got the job at the rehab facility baby, I start next Monday and it's not to far away plus-".

He cut me off saying "That's nice and all but we were discussing something more important than ya lil job" My smile dropped as a looked over at his friends and back at him.

Shaking it off I just nodded my head biting the inside of my lip not wanting to start an argument "Yeah Marcus you right..sorry".

He replied shooing me off "Always right now go upstairs or something you getting on my nerves" his friends chuckled lightly as I looked at him shaking my head going upstairs slamming the room door hearing him yelling "Don't slam my damn door no more" I rolled my eyes as I placed my keys and purse down sitting on the edge of the bed sighing.

"Things will get better" I mumbled to myself taking off my shoes and laying back closing my eyes.

Chris

Waking up in my bed wondering how I got here I see my mom on the phone with her back turned my way. I spoke up in a raspy tone "Ma what you doing here?"

She turned around looking directly at me as she ended the call and rushed to my side "Baby are you alright?" pressing her hands to my face as I removed them.

"Yeah yeah I'm straight what's going on though, you supposed to be in Richmond" I asked sitting up slightly coughing a bit grabbing the water that was on the nightstand drinking some then placing it back.

She sighed and looked at me "You are going to rehab Chris you had a seizure last night in the studio.. You could've died".

I chuckled "No I didn't I-" I stopped and thought about the drugs I was taking and the pill I popped then looked up at her as she became teary eyed "Ma.. I'm sorry".

She held her hand up "Why Chris? Hm" before I could say anything my P.R manager walked in as my mom said she'll be downstairs.

"Chris what the hell?!" Lisa yelled, she was about 36 years old and always full of energy.

"Bruh not right now" I said running my temple as my head pounded from her yelling.

"I don't care what you want right now but I had to make up a bullshit story saying you were stressed because of the album but you are really on drugs" she shook her head as I stopped rubbing my temples giving her my full attention. "Chris... You gotta stop because you are hurting your mom, your girl, me, ya damn fans! You are going to rehab no questions about it" she continued as I tried to explain myself with a bullshit excuse so I just kept quiet I lied enough already. "You will be placed in The Hills Center next Monday I will handle the media just take care of yourself man..I can't even look at you right now" she sighed walking to the door than looked back at me "We love you but we can't see you kill yourself slowly, clean yourself up then go downstairs and talk to your mom she's hurting the most" Lisa walked out closing the door behind her. I threw my head back on the headboard roughly groaning looking up mentally cursing myself.. this ain't me man. It ain't me.

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