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When I wake up this time, it’s light out and I can tell that it’s still early morning. I’m alone in the bed and I’m glad about that. I don’t even want to think about the fact that I actually slept with this guy next to me last night.
Right now though, I don’t feel so hot. I’m starting to feel the shakes which means I’m definitely craving a hit of coke. I literally feel like I can’t live without it. I get out of bed and stumble into the bathroom to check the medicine cupboard to see if there’s anything in there. But no such luck. It’s empty except for the toothbrush and toothpaste.
I feel like pulling all the hair out of my head. That’s how unstable I feel right now. I wish all these erratic feelings would go away.
I climb back onto the bed and sit up, braced against the headboard. I stare out the window at the forest in front of me. It’s a little foggy outside since it’s still early. I feel like my entire body is itching. Without even being conscious of what I’m doing, I start to scratch my hands and my leg.
I keep doing that until I feel the burn that lets me know I went too deep. I pull my hand away and start to rock back and forth, trying to calm my mind. It’s all chaos in there and I can’t stop thinking about what my life has become and everything that’s happened. It all feels so overwhelming. It’s hard to wade through everything.
That’s exactly how he finds me. He walks over to the bed and holds my face in his hands before he speaks.
“Look at me. Right at me. I want you to focus on your breathing. That’s it, in and out. Keep going.”
I didn’t realize I was on the verge of a panic attack. “I need a hit, man. This is too much for me. I can’t deal with all these emotions. I need it all to just go away,” I beg.
“No.”
“You’re being a dick!” I snap at him.
“I don’t give a fuck. If getting you better makes me a dick, then so be it. You are never touching drugs again,” he growls at me.
“Ugh! I hate you!” I scream at him.
“You don’t know me to hate me,”
“I know enough!”
“Let’s go get you breakfast,” he says a moment later.
“I’m not hungry,” I tell him.
“Don’t care. The first step in getting better is making sure that you eat healthy and exercise regularly,” he tells me.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You kidnapped me just to make me exercise? What kind of psycho are you? I don’t want to exercise!” I whine.
“Not up for discussion.”
“Dickhead,” I mutter as he pulls me up from the bed.
He grabs my hand as he pulls me along with him out the door. Right outside is a small landing with a stool in front of the glass wall where he no doubt sat and watched me. I was right and it is a one-way glass.
The stairs leading down is one of those enclosed ones and as soon as we get to the bottom of it, I see that it’s an open concept layout. To the right of the stairs is the sitting room with a large L-shaped couch. Just beyond it is a round dining table with four chairs. That wall in the front is made up entirely of glass and from here I can see the lake that’s at the front of the house.
To the left is the kitchen and a long granite counter that has four stools. There’s a skylight in the middle, straight along the walkway that fills the place with even more light. It’s a beautiful place even though I don’t want to be here.
He walks me toward one of the stools by the counter and helps me sit before he walks to the other side where the stove and fridge is. He pulls out some eggs from the fridge and then grabs some bread and other things. I go to get up but his words stop me.
“Don’t even think about it. The doors are all locked and you need my print to get out. All the glass is laminated as well,” he says without turning around.How the hell did he even know I was about to try and make a run for it?
“Can I at least go sit on the couch?” I grumble.
“Yes.”
“Thanks for the permission,” I mutter.
I move to sit on the couch as he continues to make whatever it is he’s making. The L-shaped couch is positioned so that once I’m sitting, my back is to the kitchen and I can see right out the window.
The sunlight streaming in through the glass isn’t too bad right now. It’s just perfect as I stare out at the lake, watching the water move. It looks so nice I want to jump in. The scene is beautiful but I can’t find it in me to appreciate it.
