1A\n: hope you enjoy this chapter! first of all, you better because I don't know when I will be updating, we have family coming in tonight. Also, please review!! It will motivate me to step away form my cousins and write a quickie for yall! I love my stories and haven't updated in forever so here ya go!
GodBless
happy Easter week!
(Felicia)
The next morning left Chris more flustered than the last. He was still fuming form having to again be in rehab. He hated these centers, he hated feeling set back...he had been doing so great...he only had that one drink...those few smokes...and this is where it landed him now.
He wanted nothing more than to get out of this place. He was so cold...so worn...so angry. He didn't want to be in a rehab! His mother and brother had both died in these horrible centers and he couldn't do anything like that to his daughter or wife. He was determined to get out soon...to leave sober. He too, was tired of being these places and making his wife and daughter worried and confused.
"Mr. Whitley?" a nurse asked as she walked in, Chris just grunted
"You need to sign some paper work?"
"Is it for my release?" he asked.
"No sir." the nurse replied as if it should be obvious. He stared at her.
"Then I'm not signing...what's the other choices I have?"
"Your wife can sign a paper to tranquilize you...while we administer the depressant and the medication to wean you off of the codeine and marijuana." Chris just looked at her and the nurse looked back.
"I see what we'll have to be doing then." is all she replied....
Chris remembered falling asleep.