The Next Day-7:00 A.M

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" A perky little blonde said shaking Chris awake.

Chris groaned as he looked over at the blonde. She was like a life sized Barbie. And he loved Barbie. But it was too early for even him to think about having sex. He put a pillow over his head and tried to fall back to sleep. But the blonde kept shaking him.

"Come on Mr. Irvine you need to wake up. Wake up call is at seven! Your first session starts in one hour!" The blonde said smiling.

"What fucking session?" Chris asked from under his pillow.

"Your therapy session! Now clean up and go to room A108 for your session. I'll be back to see if your awake! My name is Tasha by the way!" Tasha said smiling as she walked out.

Chris watched her walk out as she closed the door. Yeah, she had a nice ass. He groaned as he got up and stretched. He looked around the room for cameras. When he was pretty sure that there wasn't any he walked over to his suitcase and opened it. He needed a joint and he needed one bad! But then he remembered Dr. Sharia saying his bag was checked yesterday. He screamed in anger and took out some clothes. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. His now short blonde hair was sticking out all over the place. He had dark circles under his blood shot eyes. He noticed that he needed to start working out again. Chris sighed as he stepped into the shower to clean up. Chris was in there for ten minutes before the water turned off.

"What the fuck!" Chris swore to himself.

Chris saw a sign on the wall in the shower. He looked closer at what it said.

'In order to save water, we are limiting our clients shower to last no longer then ten minutes. Any longer and your water will be shut off. Thank you for your cooperation. Sincerely, The Promises Committee'

"Aww hell no!" Chris screamed as he ran his hands through his shampooed hair.

It was then when he realized that this month, or however long he would be there, was going to be a long visit.

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Inside A108-8:15 A.M

"I knew he would be late…" Sharia mumbled to herself.

Dr. Sharia looked over at her clock to look at the time. Chris was fifteen minutes late. She sighed as she looked at paperwork. Vince had faxed her observations of Chris from when he started his addictions to when he sent him off. Chris got into this stuff pretty heavily. Sharia knew that his recovery would be a hard road.

"My bad." Chris said as he walked into the room and closed the door.

Chris looked over to the desk and froze. His eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped. Dr. Sharia looked over at him and just sighed as she rolled her eyes. He had her again? Didn't she almost kill him last time they met? Chris walked over to the leather chair and fell into it.

"You're late Mr. Irvine." Sharia told him as she put his paperwork to the side as she looked up at him.

"It was your damn ten minute shower policy. I had to finish it somehow." Chris said shrugging.

"What could you be possibly doing that would take you so long to shower?" Sharia asked.

"Well my hair needs to have the conditioner left in longer so it can be soft as always. Then there's always my me time if you get my drift…" Chris said winking.

"Oh dear lord…" Sharia exclaimed as she rolled her eyes.

"So what's my first session D.S?" Chris asked shortening her name.

"We go over the contents our staff found." Sharia said reaching under her desk.

Sharia pulled out a cardboard box filled with things from Chris's suitcase. Chris's eyes sparkled as he saw the things he had become addicted to. He wanted to grab the box and run out of this hell hole. Sharia reached into the box and pulled out an item and set it between her and Chris.

"What is this?" She asked pointing at the object.

"A bong." Chris said.

"Why do you have it?" Sharia asked.

"So I can smoke easier." Chris shrugged.

Sharia sighed as she threw the bong into the big plastic trash bag she had by her desk. Chris looked at the bong as it stuck out of the bag. It looked so precious from here. Sharia put another item on the table and coughed to get Chris's attention.

"What is this?" Sharia said pointing at the multiple bags lined up in front of her.

"What do you think it is?" Chris asked back.

"Chris…" Sharia said sternly.

"Fine. It's weed. Happy?" Chris asked throwing his hands in the air.

"Why do you have so many bags?" Sharia asked.

"I have to have my fix." Chris told her smiling.

Sharia sighed as she threw all five bags in the trash with the bong. Chris gasped as he watched his obsession go into the bag. He would have so much everyday.

"What the hell do you have this for?" Sharia couldn't help but scream.

Chris looked over at the pink fuzzy handcuffs on the desk. Chris smiled and started to laugh. Sharia eyed him as Chris took them off the desk and twirled them around his finger.

"These are from my girl Candice. We use these quite a lot…she really likes them for some reason. She gave them to me when I told her I was leaving. Of course she gave them to me after we used them one last time…" Chris said smiling at the memory.

"You are one sick man Mr. Irvine." Sharia said snatching the handcuffs from Chris.

"But a sexy sick man!" Chris added.

Sharia sighed once more as she dropped the pink handcuffs into the trash can. Chris snarled as he saw some of the pink fuzz float above his head. She had no right to throw that out.

"Well the rest we found was over ten bottles of different alcohol so I'm not even gonna ask why you have all of that." Sharia stated.

"So I'm done?" Chris asked.

"Oh you're far from done Mr. Irvine. It's only what…8:45? You're off to have some breakfast then to your assigned therapy group." Sharia stated.

"A group? You mean like…sitting in a circle sharing your feelings group?" Chris asked.

"Exactly. Now get to it. They won't be as fair as I was with you being late." Sharia said standing up.

"Whoa! I'm going to any damn therapy group!" Chris said standing up.

"It's a requirement here Chris. You can't choose whether to go or not." Sharia said opening the door for him.

"Fine. What time does it start?" Chris asked.

"Ten. Be on time." Sharia said strictly.

"Fine Jesus! You don't have to be on me about it! You can be under me…" Chris added winking.

"Get out Chris." Sharia said pushing him out of the door.

Sharia could hear him snicker as he walked off. Sharia sighed as she sat back down at her desk. She opened the window behind her and looked around. She didn't know why she always looked around like that. Then she took out Chris's bong and a bag of his own weed and she got out her lighter. She took in a deep breath and inhaled. She coughed a little and sighed.

"I love my job." Sharia said to no one as she inhaled once more.

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Look's like Dr. Sharia has a little problem of her own. Please review!

Next chapter: Chris goes to his group therapy and sees someone he use to know. What could happen? Keep reading!