Jay leaves rehab ..
By denni1
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'Hi dad. Can you pick me up. Tomorrow. What? Oh. Yeah. Just whenever l feel like l am ready to face the big, wide world again! Ok, dad? Thanks. See you around noon. Bye. Love you, dad'.
Jay was petrified. It was fine in here. He had a new bunch of genuinely caring, supportive fellow addicts to learn from. They all had the same intention, to get clean. But the real test was out there. With bars and nights out and temptation on every level.
Jay had spent a week coming off his own personal addiction. Diazepam. The fucking doctor prescribed them repeatedly. Jay knew the script, pardon the pun, and had them delivered to his local pharmacy. On top of that, was the bevvy, the coke, the sleeping tablets and god only knows what else he gobbled up. If you were to stick a shit in a cocktail shaker with ice and shoogled it all up, the boy would drink it.
The clinic wasn't at all how Jay imagined it. There was an abundance of fresh, organic tasty meals, plenty of counseling, peace and quiet, or folk to chat with in the many lounge areas.
He felt, well, at home there. Relaxed. Appreciated even. One or two of the patients were females. A prostitute, and a grandmother. But Jay loved their authenticity. He felt privileged to be a part of them disclosing their journey into the problems that were caused by drugs, booze or both. Do not ever tell kids that cannabis isn't problematic. Jay was living proof that it had been a gateway into another level of desperation.
Right, thought the boy, l suppose l should let mum know l'm getting out tomorrow. Although, the selfish bastard hadn't been interested, rang or taken any particular notice at all. Got bigger fish to fry, with the new house and yet another husband in tow.
Jay knew he had to ring his 'mother' after lunch as they would inevitably have a falling out, then he would feel the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through his very being. How horrendous for the lad. Not everyone had a story-book loving, caring nurturing mother in their life.
Ring ring ........ Ring ring ........ Ring ring ........
The phone rang out, and Jay could feel his eyes beginning to well up. Now. Was she ignoring his call, or was she just unavailable for the lad at that moment.
This was the same feelings he had endured since he was tiny. Rejection. Fear. Abandonment. Loss. Bewildering anger burst into his heart and neck. Fucking cow. He left a brief, curt message. His fucking mother ..
At all his encounters over the past few years with many doctors and the like, Jay had been taught that his anger was actually sadness. He ran with that, and calmed himself down.
Putting on his earphones, he plugged himself into the music he adored.
A few minutes later, he received a txt from his mum. Eagerly and with his heart thumping into his rib cage, he picked up his phone.
'Well? Are you cured?'
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The insensitivity on the
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getting a feeling that Jay's
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I really like the way you
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I tend to agree with Alvin-
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