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She gave me a blank stare.

"I'm serious. Call Sesshomaru, I'll start packing my clothes." I grabbed the suitcase from the room and went into my own.

Slowly I started to pack my clothes. I could hear Kagome in the other room on the phone with my brother.

Once I had a sufficient amount of clothes I went into Kaiya's room. I walked up to her crib to see her beautiful sleeping face.

I leaned over a pressed a kiss to her chubby little cheeks. "Daddy is leaving for a while." I whispered. "I'm so sorry to leave you."

I was silent for a moment, just watching my angel sleep.

Quietly I spoke more. "Tomorrow is your birthday. You were born earlier than expected. Today one year ago daddy's crazy ex girlfriend and your mommy got into a fight. And then you were born."

I smiled at the memories. Fuck, I can't believe it's been a year already.

"I was so scared when your grandma told me that you were about to be born. I didn't think I had what it takes to be a dad."

I paused and sighed.

"And now I'm going to rehab, and I'm going to miss your first birthday. So I guess I didn't."

She stirred in her sleep, so I tried to quiet my voice.

"I promise Kaiya, I'm not gonna put you or your mom through this again. This will be the only birthday I ever miss and when I come back I'll be the best dad ever."

At least she's too young to remember any of this. When I'm back I'll be the dad that my daughter deserves. And the husband that Kagome deserves. Right now I don't deserve Kaiya or Kagome and I'm tired of being the fuck up, the failure, the reason why things are going bad.

I heard Kagome call my name and I sighed as I walked away from the crib.

I went downstairs and found Kagome in the living room, writing something on a paper.

I cleared my throat when I entered the room to get her attention.

"I just got off the phone with your brother." She looked up at me. "He's gonna call me back once he finds a flight for you."

I nodded.

"You'll be going to a place in Florida. So make sure you pack appropriately for the weather."

Well at least Florida is nice.

She continued. "You will do everything there, detox, therapy, and all that stuff."

I nodded. I was scared to detox. I didn't want to deal with the withdrawal symptoms. I liked my idea better.

Kagome's phone rang, and she picked it up. I'm sure it was Sesshomaru on the other end.

"Mhmm… right, okay… Yes… Okay good, thank you." She hung up.

"So?" I asked.

"You flight leaves at 3pm."

I nodded. "Okay." I thought about it in my head. So I have 8 hours. I wish I could leave tomorrow though.

Kagome surprised me by walking up to me and hugging me.

I didn't know how to react; I just wrapped my arms around her and squeezed back.

I heard her speak into my chest. "Thank you."

I nodded my head again. I couldn't really find words to say. My emotions were definitely going a little wild.

I was feeling scared, anxious, excited, terrified, nauseas, nervous.

"What about you and Kaiya?" I asked her.

She pulled back. "What do you mean?"

"Are you guys gonna be okay here? What if something happens?"

"We will have your dad, and your brother. I'll be fine."

I sighed. "Okay." I guess.

My eight hours went by too fast. Kagome was taking me to the airport since my brother couldn't leave work. I opted to sit in the back seat with the baby. I didn't want to leave her. I didn't want to leave at all. But I have too.

Kagome cut off my train of thoughts. "Inuyasha. I hope that you take this seriously."

"I will." I said quietly.

"I hope so." She pulled into a parking lot and shut the car off.

We both took a deep breath and got out of the car. Kagome picked up Kaiya out of the car seat and I went to the trunk to get my luggage. I didn't notice earlier that the bags would be so heavy. Maybe it's because my arms feel like jelly right now.

We walked into the building and went to the desk where I could check in and get rid of my suitcases. Then the three of us went to the flight area where I would wait to be called onto the plane. My stomach was doing flips as I sat there holding the baby.

"I'm gonna miss you guys." I told Kagome. I honestly will.

"I know." She pressed her lips into a frown. "Its better this way, though."

I nodded. Yes, it is.

Eventually they started to let passengers on the plane and I heard my section being called. At least my brother got me a first class ticket. I felt my eyes water as I stood up. This is gonna suck.

I hugged Kagome with my right arm as I held Kaiya with my left. Then my wife gave me a kiss on the cheek and reached for the baby.

Once my arms were free I tried to force a goodbye smile.

She did the same. "Good luck."

"Thanks." I nodded. "I'll call you as soon as I can."

"Okay."

I sighed. "I love you Kagome."

"Honestly?"

"Yes. I'm sorry for how I've treated you. When I get back everything will be different. I'll be a new man."

She smiled. "I hope so. I love you too, Yash."

That was all we said and I turned to board the plane. I don't know how I made it to my seat, I was feeling so lightheaded.

I dazed out while everyone else boarded and the flight attendants did their safety thing. I just buckled my seatbelt and looked out the window beside me; soon enough we started to move.

A few hours later the plane landed and I was in sunny, hot, humid Florida. There was someone waiting for me at the airport. An older lady, holding a sign with my name on it.

I walked up to her.

"Inuyasha?" She looked at me.

I smiled. "That's me."

"Okay great." She returned my smile. "If you follow me to my car, I'll be taking you to the facility."

I nodded and followed the woman. We made it to her car and after putting my bags in the trunk I got in the passenger seat. She drove me to this beautiful building with a sign that said SUNRISE REHABILITATION CENTER.

She drove right up next to a door where a man was standing.

I thanked the lady, got out of the car, grabbed my bags, and walked up to the new person.

"You are Inuyasha?"

I nodded at him.

"I am Dr. Lee. One of the head psychiatrists here, and your personal case worker."

I just nodded again.

"I'm sure you are feeling a bit overwhelmed?" He joked. "Sobriety isn't easy for an addict. But we will make your time here as positive as we can."

"Okay." I said.

"Good." He turned around. "Now if you will follow me. I'll help you with your luggage if you need it."

I shook my head, grabbing all my things.

We walked into the building which was a pretty impressive looking place. He led me to an area where the doctors worked and into his small office.

I took a seat in front of his desk as he took a seat behind it. He had my file already sitting open and he waited to find his pen before any words were spoken.

"Okay. Well first I'm going to ask you some questions. I want you to answer them honestly and to the best of your knowledge. Alright?"

I nodded.

At first he was just asking the typical questions like my birthday, my home location, marital status, and shit like that. Then he started to dig a little deeper.

"Were you ever a victim of sexual abuse at any time in your life?"

"Hell no." Fuck no!

"What about domestic violence? Was there any physical abuse going on in your family?"

"No." Never in my family.

"And how old were you the first time you used any kind of drug or alcohol?"

I thought back for a second. "Probably 13 years old when I had my first drink."

"Did you ever drink enough to black out?"

"Yes."

"And how often did or do you drink?"

"I used to drink every weekend. Not lately."

"Have you ever used marijuana?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"Daily for maybe four or five years." I answered.

"Eaten mushrooms to get high?"

"No."

"What about LSD?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"I only tried it once a long time ago." I didn't like it.

"Ecstasy?"

Again. "Yes."

"Just once?"

"No," I paused for a second, "if it was at a party I would do it. It wasn't regularly."

"Ever abuse prescription pills, such as Vicodin, Percocet and other opiates?"

"Yes."

"Which ones?"

I sighed. "I don't know. Vicodins, Oxys. Again, only if it was available. I never went out of my way to get pills."

He scribbled it down.

"Have you ever tried cocaine?"

"Yes, one time."

"Crack cocaine?"

Finally something I can say no to. "No."

"Heroin?"

I nodded my head roughly. "Yes." Just hearing its name sent me craving a hit.

"And how often was your heroin use?"

"Multiple times daily for months."

"Okay. What about Meth?"

"No."

I saw him turn the page over. "What is your drug of choice? What brought you in here today?"

I let out a breath before answering. "Heroin."

"What are your routes of administering it?"

"I used to smoke it, now I only shoot it."

"And when was the last time you used?"

"This morning."

He nodded and took his reading glasses off, setting them on the table.

"I see. Well your first few days or even weeks here won't be so pleasant as you will be going through detox. But after you make it over that hump things will get easier. That much I can say."

I felt my heart race at his words. I didn't want to go through withdrawals.

"I understand."

"Do not forget though, we always have nurses and therapists on hand and we will do our best to help you."

I didn't say anything back.

"Now," he stood up, "I'll show you to your room and we can go through what you've packed to make sure you didn't bring anything you shouldn't have.

I tightened my jaw at that. Then I gave a curt nod and stood up as well. I grabbed my luggage and followed him out of the room and down the hallway until we reached a flight of stairs.

He reached out a hand. "I'll take one of those for you."

I thanked him and handed him one of my bags. Then we went up the stairs where I found myself in a long hallway with what I was assuming to be dorms. We passed by a couple of doors and finally stopped to turn into a room.

The room was very simple. Plain off-white walls, hardwood floors, two twin beds with white sheets. Beside each bed was a nightstand with a lamp, and there were 2 dressers. No closet and no bathroom, but there was a patio door which I assumed lead to a balcony.

"This is where you will be staying with us." He dropped my bag next to him. "You can pick whichever bed you want. You don't have a roommate right now so the choice is yours."

My way of choosing was to set my things on the bed nearest to the balcony. Maybe when the withdrawals become too much to handle I can just jump off.

That was a joke. When did my sense of humor get so dark? I sighed to myself, oh fuck I'm in it deep this time. The shit I get myself into.

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