Mental Love:
Part 4
I woke up with a
massive headache. and everything seemed so loud. I ran to the
bathroom and got to the toilet just before I puked. I then went
back to bed. "BRITNEY!" I heard my mom scream. I woke
up and saw her standing over my bed. My clothes were still on and
i wreaked oh alcohol, and weed. Great. "We are sending you
to a rehab facility, and you do this the night before! what is
wrong with you! I can't believe I raised you so wrong. Why
can't you be like Amanda, she's a good girl. Why are you
such a bad kid? Do you hate me? Wanna hurt me? Well, guess what!
you succeeded. Now clean the hell up, we're leaving in
ten." I was shocked. She's never yelled like that
before. I did what she said though. I got up. Straightened my bra
and my shirt. Brushed my hair and teeth and wiped all my make-up
from under my eyes. I looked somewhat presentable. Even though i
smelled back. I took one of Amanda's body sprays, I'm not
sure which one, and sprayed me all over. It didn't really
work. The smells just mixed. Oh well. I don't care. My life
is over anyways. I texted Jordan the address of where I was going
and told him to give it to the group, for them to write me. I got
the reply as I walked out the door, but I couldn't read it.
My mom took my phone before I could. I put my bags in the trunk,
I had my suitcase and a duffel bag, and then climbed into the
back seat. Amanda was already sitting there. She looked at me and
gave me a sad smile that broke my heart. I hated making her sad.
"I'm so sorry," I said to her. A tear ran down her
cheek. "Don't be sorry, hun. I love you. I'll visit
whenever I can." "You better. I need you." She
smiled and hugged me, regardless of my smell. I was going to miss
her. The ride there was creepy. No one talked and you could feel
the tension in the air. My mom had some country songs playing,
but not loud. I didn't like it. I don't think any of us
did. The ride was long, long enough for me to fall asleep on my
Twin's shoulder. I woke up to my car coming to a sudden halt.
"Let's go," my mom said, her voice cold and
emotionless. I yawned and got out. My mom had my suitcase so I
grabbed my other bag. I sighed and looked up at the place I was
going to live in for who knows how long. It was a white house, it
was beautiful. It was huge. It didn't look like a hospital or
rehab facility, it looked like some rich guy's home. I walked
in and we checked in. Two big guys immediately took my bags. I
gave the lady behind the desk a questioning look. "They need
to make sure you don't have anything that could cause harm to
you or anyone else." This was going to be fun.
