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A/N: Yeah, yeah... I should be updating this, but... I just got this good idea and I decided to switch things around. It won't be noticeable in this chapter, but in the upcoming ones, it will be. I hope you all still like this!
Duncan sighed as he stared at the building in front of him. This certain building happened to be an addiction treatment center, and he was basically forced to go there. He knew he had to go there, but, being the stubborn man he was, he was not going to go there completely voluntary.
The building itself was only four stories tall. It was plain, white... boring, really. Though he didn't show it, the whole place gave him this uneasy feeling, and he absolutely hated it.
"Duncan, c'mon," his sister, Marie, persistently said. She was the one who saw what Duncan was suffering through, and almost forced him to go there.
He rolled his eyes and followed her inside. They stopped at the reception desk, which was empty for a few moments before what was presumably a nurse walked over to them, smiling lightly.
"Hello," she said. "May I help you?"
"Well, we're here to, uhh..." Marie paused for a moment before saying, "My brother is supposed to check-in here today."
The nurse nodded before typing something on the computer. "You must be Duncan Evans," she said, smiling at Duncan.
He nodded. "Yep." His sister shot him a glare, which he quickly returned. He wasn't trying to be rude, he just wasn't in the mood at say much.
"You're right on time," the nurse said, standing up. "I'll go grab Dr. Luther, our main supervisor, and he can formally check you in and show you around."
Duncan and Marie nodded, standing there for a few minutes before a man appeared before them. "Hello," he said, shaking their hands. "I'm Dr. Luther. Unfortunately, I have a last-minute meeting I must attend, but I have a few minutes to show you upstairs and your personal counselor. So, I hate to be incredibly rude, but if you two will say a quick good-bye..."
Duncan and Marie stared at each other before leaning forward, hugging each other. "Bye, sis," Duncan muttered.
Marie sighed. "You'll be fine, Duncan. I know this will help."
Duncan shrugged and let go of his sister. He grabbed his bag and gave his sister one final wave before turning to Dr. Luther. He followed the doctor down the hallway and into another lobby. There were a few other people there, some were pacing, some were sitting, doing various activities.
"This is our main patient lobby, where the patients come to relax for a while in between therapy, counseling, etc.," the doctor explained.
Duncan nodded. He looked around, a bored expression laying on his face. There weren't too many people around, and just by first glances, no one stood out to him just yet. "Cool."
"Ah, there's Dr. Smith," Dr. Luther said, smiling at the woman who stepped over to them.
She smiled at Duncan. "Hello, Mr. Evans, or would you rather be called Duncan?"
"Duncan's fine," Duncan said, shrugging.
"Well, glad to see you two already getting along," Dr. Luther said, chuckling lightly. "I must head off, but I will talk to you later, Duncan."
Duncan nodded as Dr. Luther walked off. He looked at Dr. Smith and asked, "So, where's my room?"
"Right this way," she said, walking off.
Duncan followed her into the elevator and went up two stories before stepping out. They walked down the hallway and to room 306. "Here is your room," she said, opening the door. He walked in and nodded. It was plain, with a desk, a couple of chairs, and two full-sized beds. Nothing too fancy, but not totally horrible. "You're one of the lucky few without a roommate," Dr. Smith informed him.
He nodded, surprised. He was expecting to have a crazy roommate, like the ones he saw on TV, and was glad to find out he didn't have one... yet.
"We're going to have to check your bags," Dr. Smith informed him. When he gave her a crazy what-are-you-thinking look, she smiled and said, "It's policy. Don't want you smuggling in bombs or anything illegal."
He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about that."
She shrugged. "I usually don't. Now, we're going to head back downstairs, and I'll show you your 'Introduction Buddy'..."
"What?" Duncan asked, utterly confused.
"They're going to show you around for the first few days," Dr. Smith informed him. "You'll see me either at personal or group sessions, though you'll probably find me while walking around here from time to time. We usually assign our new patients a buddy who's been around for a bit as a way to help new patients feel more comfortable with the place."
Duncan nodded. Maybe this person was going to be crazy... though, he'd rather have a crazy "buddy" than a crazy roommate. Roommates were there when you tried to sleep, and Duncan liked to sleep. He could totally walk away from this "buddy" if he wanted to.
They walked out of the elevator and down the hallway, over to another room. It was smaller, but was filled with payphones. A couple of people were in there, both talking quietly into the phones. Dr. Smith pointed to a girl on the right side of the room. "That's your buddy right there."
This "buddy" had medium-length chestnut brown hair. She was wearing a long-sleeved, moderately thick tan jacket. Her back was turned to him, so he couldn't see her face.
"Mmhmm," Duncan muttered, trying to ignore the weird feeling in his stomach. It's like his body wanted him to just walk over to that girl and see who she is.
"Let me go get her real quick," Dr. Smith said, walking away from him and over to that girl. He watched the girl as the doctor walked over to her. The doctor bent down slightly and talked to the girl, who nodded and finished her phone conversation. The girl turned to Dr. Smith, giving Duncan a good view of her face.
No fucking way... he thought to himself, his eyes widening. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. His ex-girlfriend, the C.I.T., the Valedvictorian of her graduating class, Miss Perfection herself, couldn't have been there in this rehab center! He shook his head and sat down, rubbing his temples. He hadn't thought about her in quite some time, and figured this was just some girl that looked like his ex-girlfriend.
Oh, was he wrong.
Dr. Smith stepped out of the room, and immediately, he could hear a gasp a few feet away from him. He continued looking down, knowing that he was oh-so wrong.
"Duncan?" she asked. Her voice was quiet, wary, almost scared.
He let a small smile fall across his lips. "Hey, Courtney. Long time no... anything."