I drove back home, hoping that Courtney was there. It kind of seems as if she just waits until I leave the house and then comes in. Every time I leave she is back, either wasted or just well, wasted.
I unlocked the door to the house, Courtney was on the couch, holding her knee's to her chest.
She looked up at me and smiled, "Your back!"
She ran to me and gave me a hug. This time her hair didn't smell like booze or smoke, but very faintly of strawberries. It was really awkward hugging Courtney. Yes, I love her and yes, I would never leave her but she is acting well, bipolar and not herself. It was like I didn't even know her anymore.
I slightly pushed her away, "Princess, I went to talk to your dad."
Courtney looked away, "and?" She slowly made her way to the couch.
"We had a serious talk." I sat down next to her.
"About what?" Courtney scooted closer to me.
"about," I chickened out, wait. I don't chicken out! "Him letting me take you away somewhere!" Okay I don't chicken out, I just beat around then bush..sometimes.
"Oh, yay! let me grab my purse, we can go right now!" Courtney got up and left the room.
How am I going to break the news to her?
She practically ran into the room, "I am ready, where are you taking me?"
"Ummm," I thought for a while, "Surprise?" I shrugged as she opened the door and did a slight victory dance in the halls. Courtney was either getting really weird or the alcohol really messed her up. I have never seen that happen to someone before. Smoking and alcohol doesn't make you crazy, right?
"Hurry up, slow poke!" Courtney shouted from the halls, I hadn't even realize that I was still on the couch.
"Oh, yeah." I got up and locked the front door
"Take my car, the cops confiscated yours when you left!." Courtney giggled a bit, as if confiscating a Brand new Ford 41-60 Pick-up (A/N: I am not good at cars) was funny!
"That answers why I couldn't find my car, I took yours." I unlocked the car door and got inside, Courtney did the same.
I didn't want to tell her where I was taking her, and the less I could talk with her, the easier that task was going to be for me. I turned on the radio and put the volume really loud. I tried to listen to the lyrics and the beat. It was quite hard.
I tried again and listened closely.
"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go"
I quickly changed the station, "I hate that song"
"Hello radio listeners!" The perky RJ (radio jockey) said, "It is four thirty and it is time for Dr. Drew !!!!" You could hear the fake claps in the background.
"Thank you Mellisa" Dr. Drew 's voice sounded familiar.
Courtney lowered the volume "You didn't like music but now you like a talk show?" I nodded and turned the volume back up.
"We are here with Denise O'Connor" You can hear the so called 'Doctor' introduce his guest, "So Denise you have an addiction, We have talked to you for the past week and that is our conclusion. Your need to go to rehab!"
I lowered the volume and wiped away some sweat that was building on my forehead.
I coughed loudly, "Sweetheart can you change that station for me?"
Courtney smiled and changed the station, "I thought you'll never ask"
I concentrated on the road, I couldn't help but to think back it was only about 4-5 hours that I have been home and I already found the problem, addressed it, and at the moment is trying to fix it!
Courtney turned the volume even louder, I looked at her in confusion, My ears were almost already bleeding.
Courtney moved her lips to the song. I listened to the song, this time it was easier. I mean, the song could probably be heard from a good 7 feet.
It was a soft song and not an up-tempo song that could have even mentioned the word 'rehab'.
I could hear the chorus go off for the second time, I didn't pay attention to the word the first time around but now I had nothing better to do.
"Should've never let you enter my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
Cause now I'm using like I bleed
It's like I checked into rehab
Baby you're my disease
It's like I checked into rehab
Baby you're my disease
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease"
I turned the volume off "Let's just talk," It was probably going to be easier talking to Courtney than listening to all these 'rehab' stuff.
"Oh," Courtney looked at me,"are you going to take me to a bar?"
"No! I am going to fix your problem!" I mentally slapped myself. I could have worded that so much better. Actually not giving away where we are going to.
"Problem?" Courtney shrieked!
"No, I didn't way problem I said 'pudding!' " Pudding? what was I thinking?
"Oh that makes scene." Courtney said . How the hell did that make any scene 'I am going to fix your pudding?' what?
"I will tell you one thing about where we are going. You are going to be there for about 4 months. And You are going to make a lot friends and.. who am I kidding?You need this, Courtney you are going to REHAB! It is the only way I can help you." I looked over at Courtney, her expression was blank she had no feeling in her face like it was numb. I waited for her re-action, but nothing!
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If you hadn't realized this already the songs were.... Rehab by: Amy Winehouse and Rehab by:Rihanna
the Dr. Drew segment was made up. and yes doctor Dr. Drew is a real person that specializes in Drug and Alcohol use and in Sex ed.
If any one feels awkward about me using a real Doctor, let me know And I'll change his name to something else.
