Loving An Addict- TaaRey - Page 3

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Chapter 1

I sighed as I lay on my bed staring at the crack on my ceiling. At the moment it reminds me so much of my life, which once upon a time used to be perfect as ever. A perfect family, perfect friends, perfect lifestyle and a perfect relationship. I moved my hand between my rough hair as I tried to forget all the good memories of my life, the smiles, the laughs, everything. All those memories haunt me now; making it difficult for me to survive.

I moved from my bed and walked towards the mirror, staring at myself in it for the last time. I as always wore my shabby grey sweater which made my skin look even more pale than it usually is, my hair was messed up, but it really doesn't matter to me anymore. I stared at the punctures on my arms. My nerves were swollen with all the intravenous drugs that I've been using lately. I sighed and quickly pulled down my sleeves making sure it was hidden so that no-one will notice it. Not that they don't know about it, everyone knows my story now.

My warm breath was making me feel weak! Lately I've been falling sick quite often, my parents ...I mean my dad thinks my immune system has given up! Actually they just need a reason and excuses to blame it on my addiction. Why don't they get it that drug is the only thing that helps me get out of all the pain which they all have given me?

"Taani! Are you ready? The driver's waiting downstairs!"

I looked back at my dad who stood near the door, staring at me like I'm some kind of psychopath. Its weird how this reminded me of my prom night. Exact same situation!! Me standing infront of the mirror staring at myself when my dad walked in and asked me the exact same question!!

The only difference is that, that day he was dropping me off to the prom venue and today it was a drug rehab center!

I walked down the stairs pretending I didn't notice my step mother Martha who was blabbering over the phone. She wore a perfectly ironed navy blue formal suit, a closed toe high heel Jimmy choo's footwear & as always her blonde short hair and makeup were done on point.

She looked at me and immediately disconnected her line, as if I am so important to her. Well, if she really did care about me so much she wouldn't have married my dad at the first place. I never understood why she tries so hard to convince me that she is my mother, whereas I had made it so clear that she is not and never will replace my mom.

Ignoring her, I walked towards the main door and was about to open it when "he" walked straight into me...accidentally!! He, who once used to be reason of my happiness, he who made me realize what love feels like, he who showed me stars and made promises of seeing them forever!! He..who was once my childhood sweetheart but now was nothing but my step sister's to-be fiance!!!

"Victor" I whispered in my mind.

He looked fresh as always. His perfect white skin, brownish golden shiny hair and this dark green blazer that he wore made him look even more masculine than he already is.

He looked at me as I stared right into his blue eyes trying to figure out if he felt something for me. As always I tried to see if I still made a difference to him, Does he seriously feel nothing for me? Nothing for the past 8 years we spent together? He feels absolutely nothing for all the sweet memories we made? The time we held hands, made out, all those stolen kisses..nothing?

"Tanni...are you ok?" Katherine spoke up from behind.

I rushed out from my thoughts as I turned and faced her...Katherine...my step sister and my boyfriend's girlfriend. She was exactly like her mom! Same blonde hair, same blue eyes, same smile, same voice!!Her mother took my dad away from my mom and Katherine stole Victor away from me. Like Mother, like daughter!!

I silently caught the handle of my bag and dragged it out of my house. These people think a rehab center can fix me! The truth is they just want to get rid of me! They want to dump all their faults on the drug addiction so that they can come out clean!

My dad dumped in all my stuff into the trunk and shut it as he walked towards me and held my shoulders,

"Taan...we love you! Trust me this is for your own good..." he looked away for few seconds trying to control himself from breaking down, "the last time you snapped we thought we lost you forever..I was so scared"

His grip on my shoulder just got tighter which actually kind off hurt me,but he kept going "I promised you're mom that I'l take care of you but I've miserably failed..look at you sweetheart! what have you done to yourself!!"

I gulped out of irritation and folded my arms across my chest waiting for him to end this dramatic scene he was coming up with. He looked at my least bothered reaction and let go off my arms,

"Alright Taani. I know you hate me for marrying Martha and adopting her daughter Katherine! But they all love you!"

"Yeah Right! That's why Katherine is with Victor!" I snapped back

"They fell in love Taani, you and Victor were not getting along"

" Obviously I was not in the right phase!!! My mom passed away that year dad!!!!!..." I yelled "...Do you expect me to be all over it within few months!!?? Just like you did?"

He stared at me as if he was shocked! We have had this discussions several times and each time it ends exactly at this point-My dad getting stunned with my reply and staring at me as if he wasn't expecting this at all. He squeezed his lips and was about to defend himself when I annoyingly stormed away from him and sat inside the car.

I gulped as I rolled up the window. From the corner of my eye I could see Martha, Katherine and Victor stand near the door staring at me. I tried hard not to look back but I failed. Finally I glanced at Victor, he was looking at me as if he wanted to say something before I leave. Maybe a goodbye? Or get well soon? He thinks I'm sick right? I felt a tear roll down my cheek with even the thought of Victor feeling that I'm an ill person. Out of all people Victor thinks I'm sick! Why Victor...why you??!!

-----Few hours later

I stepped out of my car and walked towards the entrance of the rehab. I looked around the place, they had long fence and the place was pretty bright and colorful with very few people outside. Some nurses and security walked pass me making me nervous for the first time in my life. Am I that sick?

I could feel my intestines shiver with even the thought of not getting my drugs every day. How will I survive? I read on the net of the after effects of not getting drugs and trust me it sucks!! Before even joining here I made up my mind that I'm going to leave soon...very soon!!!This place can't fix me, I don't want to get fixed. I'm happy the way I am, shattered, shallow and messed up.

"Drop in all your belongings here Ma'am"

A tall, well built Nigerian female, all decked up in her security uniform walked towards me and grabbed my bag and dropped it on the desk. I wanted to fight back but she's way too bigger than me and I would lose in a second so I just glared at her angrily as she shuffled my bag upside down.

"All sharp items and other stuff will be taken away, only basic necessities will be provided"

She opened the door for me and signaled me to walk in. I rubbed my arms as I followed her to the main office. This place was so silent and cold.

"Hello there", An elderly blonde lady in a white coat, probably in her mid 50's walked towards me all smiling and happy. "I'm Dr.Freeda, so nice to meet you"

I rolled my eyes and ignored her hand which was waiting for a hand shake. She awkwardly took it away but still maintained a smile.

"You're just on time! We were about to begin our group therapy. Perfect timing, come on in"

She caught my hand and dragged me inside a room. A room filled with around 15 other addicts like me. As I walked in they all stared as if I was a new specimen in this experiment house! I sat on a stool ignoring all the glares. I slowly glanced towards my left and noticed a guy who seemed quite relaxed out of all of us. Why does he seem so...normal?? We all are cracked up and look disgustingly pale and sober. But he seems fresh. Is he one of us or is he a volunteer here?

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Chapter 2