I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Here's a second one! Please! REVIEW! And have fun. =)

Much love,

Skee.

It was fifteen minutes later the sky was clouded, and the rain started to pour down.

I ran in that for over a half an hour.

We ended up at a old brick building, covered in amateur graffiti.

But between the paint streaks, I could faintly read 'Meeting Center'.

When he stopped the truck here, I knew something was up.

"What are we doing here?"

He didn't get out like I would have guessed, but instead, he handed me another bottle of water and a stick of deodorant.

"Not 'we', you. Now clean up, you stink like hell and your meeting starts in twenty minutes."

I furrowed my brow.

"Meeting for what?"

But he didn't answer me.

He just shooed me away from his truck.

There wasn't much of any place to go.

We might as well have been in the middle of nowhere.

The only reason why he could drive at such a slow pace for the past ten miles was because the roads were deserted. It was like in the zombie movies after the Apocalypse.

There's just that one car that attracts all the attention, then gets blown up.

I stood there a few more minutes, and decided that I didn't like standing in the rain.

That was my excuse for going into the meeting building.

The moment I walked in I noticed that the inside was just a dreary as the outside.

But there was no interior graffiti, actually I think it would have made it look better.

The walls were covered in a mint green paint.

And it was a crack paint job at that.

There were bulletin boards with papers on them in the main hallway.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I almost jumped right out of my skin.

"Are you here for the meeting?" an older woman asked.

She had short, blond hair, and a very soft and loving face.

She looked down at my clothes, I only wore a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of spandex shorts.

And the fact that I had a bottle of water, a black wool hat, and a sick of deodorant in my hands didn't make me seem any less weird.

"What did you walk here?" she asked in a thick Texan accent.

Being from the north, it was strange for me to hear someone from the south talk.

And being in such a don't-give-a-shit state, I couldn't keep it from my face.

"I really have no idea why I'm here. I was forced to run ten miles here, then was told to go inside. I have no idea what's going on."

She smiled at me.

"Sounds like an intervention to me."

I tilted my head at her in confusion.

She wrapped her arm around my back, and guided me towards the first door on the left.

There was a piece of paper in the window.

"Alcoholics Anonymous Meeting".

I froze where I stood.

What the fuck was this?

"You must be confused. I'm not an alcoholic. There's got to be another meeting going on.." I trailed on.

Her smile turned down a bit.

"There aren't any other meetings tonight, just us. And hun, that's what we all said."

I was taken aback by her words.

We?

Was she an alcoholic?

"Come on in and have a seat."

I was hesitant to take the steps through the thresh hold.

"You don't have to say anything, just listen. Maybe you'll figure out somethings about yourself."

And suddenly, I found my legs moving towards the farthest seat from the back.

When other people started arriving, I put my hat back on, stuffing my hair into it.

Dude.

Technically, I was famous.

Isn't it called Alcoholics Anonymous?

Soon, almost every seat was filled.

I looked around.

These people were all alcoholics?

The majority of them looked normal; dressed in nice clothes, with nice hair cuts, and freshly showered.

There were maybe two who looked like the stereotypical AA client.

Then there was me.

I sat in the corner of the room, a few feet outside of the circle of chairs.

A few chairs over, was the lady I'd met when I first got here.

When everyone was sitting, she spoke.

"How's everyone doing?" her voice still that gentle, soothing tone that she used with me.

Everyone seemed to nod and mumble their answers.

Most of them were positives.

"Well, that's great everyone." her eyes glanced over to me.

"Tonight, we have a visitor who's a little lost."

Everyone's eyes turned to me.

Apparently they weren't used to newbies.

"Everyone welcome," she paused, expecting me to fill in the blank.

"Eli." I stammered over the word.

It was my name for crying out loud.

Why couldn't I just spit it out like usual?

And why the hell was I so nervous?

"Hi Eli."

Everyone said in mumbled, unison.

I smiled a nervous one.

What the hell was I supposed to say?

'Happy to be here'?

I still thought that I wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.