CHAPTER THREE-

Two weeks later.

Cassie's P.O.V.

Rehab turned out be as shitty as I would have imagined. It had been two weeks and I was already sick of them all. Sick of the meetings, sick out the check ups, sick of being treated like I was a fucking mental person. Some kids in here were really messed up, I didn't deserve to be here, I didn't.

The only reason I hadn't killed anyone yet was thanks to two girls I had made friends with; one of them was Matilda, she was the shortest of little threesome with long dark brown hair and big blue eyes. She, like me was there because of drug abuse. Her boyfriend had found her passed out in the bathtub one night and her parents had decide to lock her up in this hell. Then there was Elizabeth, she was a quiet 14 year old kid. Nobody really knew why she was there, the doctors would never tell but we suspected by her yellowish complexing and the fact that she was nowhere near a mirror that it had to do with some eating disorder.

We were known as the rebels because we would sneak out when the security guys weren't looking and go for a smoke near the lake. Sometimes Matilda would beat up some other loser that was bothering us, other times I would play pranks on patients and doctors just for the fun of watching them scream.

Two weeks, two fucking weeks and no one had come to visit me yet. We weren't allowed cellphones and I was betting Emily didn't want to show up because she was afraid they'd do her too. Neither AJ or Mike appeared, not even my mother. Maybe she thought I was already dead, might have used up my bedroom to hide her empty bottles. I felt like a loner, I would sit and watch everyone get visitors and spend time with people from the outside, people who actually gave a crap about what was going on with them.

Until one afternoon Elizabeth came running my way.

"Cee there's this really hot guy looking for you" she said, her baby face sweating from the sprint. "He said he's an old friend and- oh there! That's him!"

Elizabeth pointed to a figure not far from where we were. Louis. He had flowers in one hand and a smile on his perfect face. Normally I wouldn't have been this happy to see a guy I barely met but there he was, looking like a sailor, yet again. He came closer.

"Hello" he said sitting on the bench beside me. "I hope this isn't too much". He handed me the flowers, they smelt great.

"You know I'm in rehab, I'm not dead or anything" I said.

"Same shit, different pile. How's that going?" Louis asked. "When are you out?"

I sighed. "I guess it's going great, minus the fact that they're constantly watching my every move, not letting me near the bar. I can't even pick up a twig that they're already thinking I want to cut myself". Me and my sarcasm should definitely get married. He laughed. "I suppose in another two weeks. Depends if I stick to what Saint fucking Peter tells me what to do"

Peter was our head specialist, he was the one that evaluated you to see if you were fit to go home or stay another month. We usually visited him once a week just so he could see our progess.

"I hope your behaving and not acting like the fine rebel you are"

"Haha what? Me a rebel? You've got the wrong person I think" we both laughed. I hadn't laughed in so long, at least not like this.

Louis P.O.V

I don't know if it was the fact that she wasn't wearing any make up or that she was dressed like a normal person but she looked even prettier than before. She had that innocent look on her face I remembered from years back and her laugh, her laugh was so catchy.

It had been two weeks, two weeks since I had last seen her. In this two weeks things had changed alot. Jess and I were no longer together, it seemed that I was falling for Cassie and the fact that I couldn't get her out of my head made me call off the whole thing. At first it was a lot of crying and regret, then came acceptance. My new goal was to get Cassie out of there.

"There's something I still don't get" Cassue said after a long afternoon together. "Why are you doing this? Why do you care about me? Nobody does. I'm a disaster, a helpless piece of shit"

Tears seemed to fill her eyes as she choked on the last sentence, she looked away clearly not wanting to show me her weakness.

"Because" I said lifting up her chin so our eyes met. "I want to save you. I know I can, if you let me"

"Save me from what? Godzilla?" she laughed.

"Save you from yourself" I responded. She looked straight at me, this time serious. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it when no words came out. Her short hair swayed as she shook her head.

"No one can save me Louis" she finally whispered.

I watched her get up and leave. I must have sat there a good while because one of the nurses came to kick me out screaming that the visiting hours were over.

As I drove my way home, I kept repeating her words in my head. I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I was certain that with a little help would manage it. She wasn't going to spend her life coming in and out of that place.