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Chapter 12: This Cursed Place
I am currently writing this at 9:30 when I was supposed to be in bed at 9:00. It's a good thing I love you guys!
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EPOV
"Welcome to Hiderdale Rehabilitation Center, Edward. I'm Dr. Brusky and I'm going to be your therapist during your stay here. We're going to help you get through this and the public won't know a thing. The most important goal is getting you better."
I nodded silently and sat down on the pathetic single bed in room.
"I know that this isn't what you're used to, Mr. Mason. But, we'll do everything we can in our power to make you feel comfortable."
Again, I just nodded. There was nothing that they could do to make me feel comfortable here. It just wasn't home. What was worse was that it didn't have Bella. I sound crazy, right? I always just used Bella because I could. She always came back to me.
Then, one day she didn't. I knew that I was going to regret it if I crashed her interview. Emmett had heard about it and let it slip what was going on. Well, he didn't tell me exactly. He was talking to Jasper about it on the phone and I just happened to overhear.
So, I made the decision to crash Bella to the ground. How would that look if Edward Mason was dumped by Bella Swan? Not very good. But, I didn't think about how bad it looked the other way around.
I was honestly surprised that Bella said yes to helping me out. Well, as surprised as a high person could be. I know that I haven't treated her as well as I should. I also knew that she's the only one who would save me without judgment.
I don't really remember when I started doing drugs. I think that Tyler convinced me somehow to try it the first time.
"After all," he'd said, "if you don't like it you don't ever have to do it again."
Truth is I hated it. It burned when I snorted and I didn't really like the effect. The thing is I couldn't get enough of it. So, as long as the guys kept supplying I kept snorting.
Now, I see the mistake I made. It royally screwed up my life and the lives of those around me. But why would I care? I was having fun, getting high, and people loved me. There was always who was willing to catch me when I fell. Until there wasn't.
I didn't even really want to go to the abandoned warehouse. Mike had somehow convinced me and I really wanted some coke. So, I showed up and then the rest of it gets kind of fuzzy. I explained to Bella the best of what I could remember.
A knock on the door brought me out of my musings.
"Hello, again, Edward. Would you like to try having a session?" Dr. Brusky questioned.
I just shook my head and lay down on my bed. I heard him mumble something and then walk out of my room. Looking over at the hideous orange sweats I felt a sudden rush of hatred. Hatred for Mike and Tyler for getting me involved in drugs in the first place.
Hatred for Emmett for not trying harder to get me back to earth. Hatred for Alice for the same reason. Hatred for everyone. Well, except for Bella. Bella is the one who saved my ass.
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BPOV-One Month Later
No letters. No texts. No calls. No emails. Nothing from Edward for the past month.
I was hoping that I'd at least hear word of something from him by now. How he's doing in rehab, how he's dealing with the public finding out. He's lost many fans when it was leaked that he's a drug addict. Although, a lot of his really loyal fans have stuck by his side. Theoretically of course.
Everyone in Edward's family had heard from him somehow. I know that once he finally had his first session and actually talked to his therapist he was promoted to Level One. That meant that he had can now write and receive letters and email.
He won't be able to make calls until he's a Level Four and as for the texts…I don't know if he can text at all. Well, something would be worth it.
I'd been avoiding Rosalie and Alice since I picked Edward up at the warehouse. There was no way that I could answer their questions. I didn't want to answer their questions. I knew it would lead to something that I'm just not ready to talk about. Being without Edward for a month has made me realize something, though. I am in love with Edward Cullen.
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This is the end of this chapter. But, here is a preview to you loyal readers. Tell me what you think! I already have an amazing idea for the next chapter, Lost Letters. Enjoy!
Dear Bella,
I know that you are probably wondering why I haven't written to you. I just haven't been able to find the words of what to say. I know that I owe you more apologies than I can count. I also owe you more explanation than what I've provided. I'm still working on the explanation part.
I'm so terribly sorry for how I've treated you. I can't say it enough. I treated you like I did because I could. I know, no amount of apologizing can make up for it. I promise to never treat someone how I've treated you. I'm going to start being a better man to you once I get out of here.
I have something that I need to tell you, I just don't know how. You might be surprised when you do find out. But why should I keep you waiting? I'm in love with you, Bella. I always have been, even if I'm not good at showing it. I just hope that you forgive me and love me back.
Edward