Brian's Point of View

I walked up the stairs and back into my house where I flopped down on to the couch. I ended up talking to Dad until like four in the morning so I just crashed there. I feel a little better after talking to him about everything. He helped me see that while I thought my life was together and everything was fine that it's not and it's my fault. I just don't know what to do anymore. I know I have to stop this. I just don't think I deserve to be myself again. I don't feel like I should have the right to walk around and be happy. I wish that I would have died that night and not Jimmy because lets face it, I sort of did die that night because this life I lead now isn't living it's hell. It's a hell I created.

I reached out and grabbed my phone and dialed Johnny's number. I need to talk to someone and I think he's the only person that I haven't talked to about this so maybe he's the one I need to talk to.

"Hello." I heard from the phone.

"Hey, Johnny Boy."

"Gates?"

"Yeah, are you busy?"

"Uh, why?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Sure. I'll be there in a second." He said before hanging up.

I laid still on the couch staring at the ceiling waiting for the sound of the door bell. After about five minutes of waiting and staring blankly I heard the door bell go off.

"Come in!" I yelled, I was way to lazy to get up and open the door.

"Hey man." Johnny said as he walked into the living room and sat down on the chair across from the couch.

"Hey."

"What's up?"

"I don't know what the fuck to do anymore." I stated still staring at the ceiling.

"About what?" Johnny asked.

"I have to chose between jail and rehab, which I'm sure you know. But I talked to Rosalie on the phone last night and she said Zack wants an answer by tonight. I spent hours talking to Dad last night but I still don't know what to do." I explained.

"Are you seriously considering going to jail?" Johnny asked.

I looked at him before I answered, "Yeah, I mean I've never gone to rehab or been off the junk since I've been on it but I've seen Cole detox once and it looks like hell even more so than this."

"But at least all that hell you're going through is for something. You'll get better and you'll have your life back. I mean things fell apart when Jimmy passed but we thought we were gluing it back together and then once it came out that you were a junkie it all broke again. If you chose jail, it's all over. There won't be anything to glue back together."

"I know you're right, man. I just. . . . I don't know" I said looking back at the ceiling.

"Alright, so why don't you tell me why you don't wanna go to to rehab and I'll talk sense into you." Johnny said with a laugh but he has no idea how right he is.

"Okay, the biggest reason is I'm scared." I replied.

"Well, man I don't think I can help that much with that one but all I can say is that you can't just keep doing heroin for the rest of your life. Either you go to rehab and get off of it or it will kill you."

"I know. And besides from that the only thing that's stopping me is the fact that I've thought about quitting before and Cole talked me out of it. She's a fucking leech man. She latched on to me and she won't let go to I'm dead."

"And what, you're just gonna let her suck the life out of you?"

"No, I've told her to fuck off time and time again but she just keeps coming back and with more drugs each time."

"Did you mean it?"

"Of course."

"No, I mean you wanted her to fuck off at the time but did you tell her that you were done with the drugs and to never come back?"

"No."

"And as far as that goes you could fucking move and change your numbers." That was actually a good idea.

"You're right. I think I just have to do it."

"I think you're right, Gates. I mean it's clear to me that you want to get better and get your life back but you need to stop thinking so much about it and just do it."

He's right. I just have to do this.
Rosalie's Point of View
I pulled into the garage and shut off the car before getting out and shutting the door.

"Hey." I heard someone say from behind me. I turned in a panic to see who was behind me and sighed when I saw that it was Brian sitting on the stairs that lead from the garage into the house.

"You scared the shit out of me, asshole." I said with a laugh as I opened the back door and started grabbing bags of groceries.

"Are you gonna help me or just sit there and look pretty?" I asked Brian as I walked past him and into the house.

I started putting the food away when Brian emerged and placed the other bags on the floor.

"I made my choice." I heard him say from the other side of the island in the middle of the kitchen.

I felt my heart rate pick up as I asked "What did you chose?"

"Rehab."

Notes

So this a bit longer and you can all thank Red Hot Chili Peppers for that.

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