Carlisle is waiting for me in the car.
Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to just run to the nearest bar because I need Jack.
Because he's the only way I know how to take the pain away.
I fight against the urge to run, tossing my bags into the trunk before climbing into the passenger seat.
Our drive to my next destination is quiet.
There isn't much to say.
Once we get there, Carlisle asks if I want him to walk me in.
I tell him no, that I need to do this on my own.
I watch him drive away before walking through the doors that read Meadows Recovery Center.
I walk up to the receptionist who's name tag reads Mrs. Cope.
My voice is shaky as I speak to her.
"Hi, my name is Edward. I'm an alcoholic, and I need to get help."