Chapter 30
-Adam's POV
I showed up ten minutes early for lunch the next day. As I waited for Mandy to arrive I fiddled with the paper from my straw. What I was about to do was the hardest decision I ever had to make and I was nervous. Either that or I was just fidgety because of the drugs withdrawing from my system. When she arrived, I in awe. She looked just as beautiful as she did on our first date. Her long hair framed her face and she ran her fingers through it as she approached my table. I knew I had to look horrible. My eyes were blood shot from crying and using and despite taking a shower and shaving, I knew I looked like a wreck.
"Hi," she stated as she took a seat across from me. I had managed to get us a table in a more private area of the restaurant considering the fact I was an emotional basket case. "What's up?"
"Hi," I responded, "I needed to talk to you." I looked across the table at her and her eyes seemed to pierce right through me. She waited for me to continue as she settled into her seat. The sight of her sitting there across from me was too much. I was flooded with emotion and I couldn't help but break down. "Oh Mandy, I am so sorry about everything I did to you. I was an asshole, a jerk, but I was so, so wrong. I never meant to hurt you. I just found myself in a position where I didn't know what to do. I lied to you so many times. I had been using Oxy, and as you know I still am. I can't help it. It has a grip on me, it owns me now. I'm so sorry I lied to you, but the closer we got to each other, the closer you got to finding out the truth and I didn't want you to know. I know how it ruins everything. I've seen it drive away everyone I love and I didn't want that to happen to you, but I guess it's doing that anyway. And I lied again when I told you that I didn't love you, because my god, I love you more than I love myself!" Somewhere in the middle of it all I began crying freely. The tears ran down my cheeks and I had no way of stopping them. There was a time when I would have rather died than to have a woman see me cry, but I didn't care anymore.
Mandy got up and I figured she was leaving. Why shouldn't she? I had screwed up everything that we had. However, she didn't leave. She sat down next to me on my side of the booth and pulled me into a hug. For the longest time, I cried on her shoulder. She stroked my hair and back and waited until I calmed down. "Adam, I know you said some things that you didn't mean, and I understand that you lied and I forgive you, but right now you need more help than I can give you. You are very sick, do you understand that?" she asked. I nodded, I felt sick. "Things can get better, you just have to have the strength to persevere. I know you can beat this Adam. The question is, do you know it?"
"I don't know if I can, but I'm going to try. Listen to me, I'm going to check myself into rehab. I need to. Danny needs me and I can't be there for her like I want to be because my life is run by a drug. I can see that. I need your help though. Please, will you help me?" I asked holding her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes.
"I can try, but there is only so much I can do. What exactly are you asking for?" she asked looked at me with concern.
"I need you to take care of Danny for me while I am away," I responded. Her facial expression changed, "I know it's a lot to ask but there is no one else she would be comfortable with."
"I understand your list of clean friends is limited, but what about your parents? Shouldn't she stay with them?" She asked. I shook my head.
"They don't know about this. I can't let them know. Do you know how heartbroken my mother would be to know that I was...well...like this?" I questioned. She looked at me and nodded. "Please, do this for me."
"Okay, I'll do this for you, but you have to promise me you will get better," She announced. I smiled and pulled her into a hug.
"I promise!"
(A/N- Hope everyone is enjoying the story! R&R!)
-Adam's POV
I showed up ten minutes early for lunch the next day. As I waited for Mandy to arrive I fiddled with the paper from my straw. What I was about to do was the hardest decision I ever had to make and I was nervous. Either that or I was just fidgety because of the drugs withdrawing from my system. When she arrived, I in awe. She looked just as beautiful as she did on our first date. Her long hair framed her face and she ran her fingers through it as she approached my table. I knew I had to look horrible. My eyes were blood shot from crying and using and despite taking a shower and shaving, I knew I looked like a wreck.
"Hi," she stated as she took a seat across from me. I had managed to get us a table in a more private area of the restaurant considering the fact I was an emotional basket case. "What's up?"
"Hi," I responded, "I needed to talk to you." I looked across the table at her and her eyes seemed to pierce right through me. She waited for me to continue as she settled into her seat. The sight of her sitting there across from me was too much. I was flooded with emotion and I couldn't help but break down. "Oh Mandy, I am so sorry about everything I did to you. I was an asshole, a jerk, but I was so, so wrong. I never meant to hurt you. I just found myself in a position where I didn't know what to do. I lied to you so many times. I had been using Oxy, and as you know I still am. I can't help it. It has a grip on me, it owns me now. I'm so sorry I lied to you, but the closer we got to each other, the closer you got to finding out the truth and I didn't want you to know. I know how it ruins everything. I've seen it drive away everyone I love and I didn't want that to happen to you, but I guess it's doing that anyway. And I lied again when I told you that I didn't love you, because my god, I love you more than I love myself!" Somewhere in the middle of it all I began crying freely. The tears ran down my cheeks and I had no way of stopping them. There was a time when I would have rather died than to have a woman see me cry, but I didn't care anymore.
Mandy got up and I figured she was leaving. Why shouldn't she? I had screwed up everything that we had. However, she didn't leave. She sat down next to me on my side of the booth and pulled me into a hug. For the longest time, I cried on her shoulder. She stroked my hair and back and waited until I calmed down. "Adam, I know you said some things that you didn't mean, and I understand that you lied and I forgive you, but right now you need more help than I can give you. You are very sick, do you understand that?" she asked. I nodded, I felt sick. "Things can get better, you just have to have the strength to persevere. I know you can beat this Adam. The question is, do you know it?"
"I don't know if I can, but I'm going to try. Listen to me, I'm going to check myself into rehab. I need to. Danny needs me and I can't be there for her like I want to be because my life is run by a drug. I can see that. I need your help though. Please, will you help me?" I asked holding her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes.
"I can try, but there is only so much I can do. What exactly are you asking for?" she asked looked at me with concern.
"I need you to take care of Danny for me while I am away," I responded. Her facial expression changed, "I know it's a lot to ask but there is no one else she would be comfortable with."
"I understand your list of clean friends is limited, but what about your parents? Shouldn't she stay with them?" She asked. I shook my head.
"They don't know about this. I can't let them know. Do you know how heartbroken my mother would be to know that I was...well...like this?" I questioned. She looked at me and nodded. "Please, do this for me."
"Okay, I'll do this for you, but you have to promise me you will get better," She announced. I smiled and pulled her into a hug.
"I promise!"
(A/N- Hope everyone is enjoying the story! R&R!)