I had surgery... and it sucked! but another longer one... yay?
disclaimer: anything you recognize is more than likely not mine.
Addict- 6/?
Summary: One day you think your life is utterly ruined, then something changes & you have hope again. Sounds like a cheesy movie right? Instead you appeared & drove me insane. I hate you, you hate me so why couldn't we just leave it at that?
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Teddy
The car ride back to the center was quiet. I kept looking out the back window to make sure we weren't followed and to my relief, it seemed that no one was. I didn't try to explain that Punk had set me up or why those people in the crowd knew who I was. This was exactly what I feared in going out tonight but thought of all places, I would be safe at some stupid wrestling event. I didn't know it would be that popular. And now, who knew what the hell I would have to do in order to prove the set up, or get Marley to stop looking at me with awe. Seriously.
When we finally got back to the center, Greg looked at me through the rear view mirror. "I have to report the weed, Teddy."
I gritted my teeth. "What the fuck ever. It wasn't mine, I'll even drug test for you guys."
"So now you want us to believe Punk really gave you drugs this time?" He asked in a disbelieving voice.
"He didn't give them to me, he planted them on me. You ever think this might have been payback?" I snapped, slamming the car door and stomping into the center.
When we arrived, some other patients were waiting around to hear how it was but with an evil glare from me, they all stepped back, waiting for Marley to enter. I continued onto my room, throwing the door open with a loud bang before throwing my purse across the room with a scream of frustration. Next I ripped off my jacket, then each boot, throwing it against the wall. I turned around, scowling when I saw Jackson and Marley at my door.
"Get out." I snapped.
"How come no one knows?" Marley asked, still staring at me with wide eyes.
"So they don't look at me like that." I snapped.
"What are you girls talking about?" Jackson asked, thoroughly confused.
"Teddy, she's-"
"Don't you dare say it. You will not breathe one word of this to anyone." I hissed "now please, I just need to be alone right now."
"But Teddy-" Jackson began but I cut him off.
"Jackson, Please. Can you please go make sure that Greg isn't butchering the story and tell them I will submit to a drug test in the morning. I need sleep right now."
He continued to stare at me but seeing that I wasn't about to talk, he left with a sigh and a quick goodnight to the both of us. Marley hovered at the door, wringing her hand in nervousness.
"Don't act weird around me, please?" I begged her. "I want us to be friends, I've never had a friend who wasn't interested in my name, my money, or my status."
"You want to be friends with me?" She asked in disbelief.
"If you want to." I looked at her uncertainly
"Of course. I mean, you should know, I would have said yes even without knowing who you are."
"Thank you." I said with a big smile. "Can we please talk in the morning?"
"Of course. I'll return your clothes too."
I waved her off. "Keep em, they look better on you, and don't say you can't because I insist."
She grinned at me. "Fine, then thank you, and have a good sleep."
She bounced out of my room and I smiled as I got ready for bed. Ok, so the night didn't turn out as expected. Punk so needed a slap in the face and the world was one step closer to me but that's okay, I would be out of here in days, so I could live with that.
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I was still feeling pretty anti social and besides the drug test this morning which I had passed, ha, in your face Greg, I hadn't left my room. Even when Greg had said I hadn't used it but would soon, I ignored him telling him I passed, he was the idiot who didn't bring the evidence, so I was in the clear. I then returned to my room and was soon joined by Marley who was having fun browsing through my closets and trying various clothes on. When she put on something that looked really good, I told her to keep it, ignoring her when she protested. She'd probably try not to take them but I would make sure she would, maybe take her for a makeover when we were both out, I loved makeovers.
"Teddy?" Jackson called, knocking on the door. "Someone is here to see you."
I made a face at Marley as I got up to answer the door. "If it's Punk, tell him to go take a long walk off a short dock."
"No but I'll make sure to tell him that."
I looked over at Marley in confusion. The accented voice on the other side sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it. Marley seemed to know exactly who it was though as she frantically motioned for me to open the door. When I did, my eyes widened in surprise to see Justin Gabriel there, a small smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure." Marley answered for me. "I have a therapy session, I'll be back later."
I stepped aside and she left, letting Justin in.
"How?" was all I could ask.
"Punk. It took me bugging him all night and this morning but he finally gave me the scoop on you and where I could find you."
I frowned at him. "Ok then how about the why?"
"Wanted to make sure you were okay. He set you up last night. I already told some people here because I don't know if he'd really call but it was oregano. I just didn't want to see you get screwed."
"You could have called the center." I replied, moving to sit back on my bed.
"And miss seeing you again? No thanks. Something tells me you wouldn't have actually called so I had to take measures into my own hands."
"That seems a little extreme for someone you don't know especially when all you do know is that they are a drug addict."
"Was. You're in rehab and you seem to have your head on your shoulders, so I was hoping you would maybe like to go out sometime?"
I frowned. "Kind of hard to when I'm in here."
"When you're out then and I'm back in town?"
"Sure." I replied without thinking. He was so not my type either but maybe that was it and I needed to stay away from my regular type for the time being.
"Then do I get your number now?" he asked.
I smiled at him. "Fine. I should actually be out of here in a few days,especially now that my name has been cleared."
"Glad I could help." he replied, returning my smile and I couldn't help but notice how cute and adorable he actually was out of his work environment. "Did you want to take a walk outside?"
"Ok," I replied with a smile, grabbing my jacket and walking outside of the center. I could see a bunch of patients giving me looks of wide eyed wonder and I just prayed that it was because of having Justin Gabriel with me and not for what had transpired last night. I mean, everyone knew Punk, so I'm sure they must know this guy too, right?"
"Are they staring at me or you?" I whispered to him as we stepped outside.
He smiled. "both, I guess."
We grew quiet as we walked the grounds, me because I was unsure of what to say, and I guessed he was feeling the same way. I was waiting for that awkward feeling to kick in but he finally spoke.
"Can I ask you something?"
Did I mention his adorable accent? It was so cute.
"I guess." I replied. "but I'm guessing Punk told you every dirty little detail about me."
He waved it off. "Punk has a complex or something. He once tried to get me to beat up my buddy to prove our loyalty to him."
"Mr. High and Mighty sounds a bit like a whack job." I muttered.
He smiled again. "when you were leaving, it seemed like people recognized you, in the crowd."
I looked ahead as we kept walking. "Probably a friend recognized me."
"Really? It seemed more than that." his tone was gentle, but I refused to give him anything more, my eyes staring straight ahead.
Seeing as I didn't want to talk about it, he dropped it, moving on to other topics, first asking how I enjoyed the show yesterday, to which I admitted, I cared for neither way and I had only been there to deliver an apology and so Punk could get back at me.
"Why such animosity?" Justin asked. "I mean, sure Punk told his side, but what is your side."
I looked at him in surprise. No one really cared what I had to say, I've spent my whole life being told how to act, what to do, what I want. Nobody bothered to see how I really was, what I really wanted. It was different to say the least.
"I've been here 3 months." I told him. "And until the day Punk walked in here as a guest speaker, I hadn't spoken a word to anyone."
"Why?" He asked.
I shrugged, "Because I was angry at myself, I didn't want forgiveness, or to move on until I was ready to forgive myself. I wasn't supposed to be here you know."
"Then why are you here?"
My lower lip slightly trembled and I closed my eyes tight as I came to a stop. I promised myself I wouldn't cry, I had done this to myself, and I would not be weak over it, I would accept it, get better and move on. "The same reason anyone is here." I quietly said. "I fucked up and I'm paying the consequences."
"But you said you weren't supposed to be here." He reminded me, sounding confused.
"I shouldn't have been. Punk was right you know, I don't appreciate the how and the when and the why, but he was right, I shouldn't have been stupid enough to try it in the first place." I let out a small humorless laugh as I continued walking. "But enough about that, explain this whole wrestling thing to me and the appeal behind it."
His easy going smile returned as we continued walking the grounds and he explained everything that was wrestling to me. Still wasn't a big fan but I could tell he was passionate about it so I didn't mind listening to him speak. When it was close to dinner time and he had to go, he made sure to get my number and kissed me on the cheek before he left.
The moment I walked back into the center, Marley pounced, dragging me off to my room, since she had a roommate and I didn't, and demanded to know everything that happened. I could only shake my head and smile, everything was so different from mere months ago.
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