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‘Fine. Can we just get out of here? I’m done with this place.’
‘As you wish. Let’s get you home.’
A feeling of dread settles on him again. It wasn’t a surprise his parents wanted him where they could keep an eye on him. He could put his foot down and go home, but he’s put them through hell recently. The least he can do is give them what they want.
If he’s really being honest, deep down he doesn’t want to go back to his place. That’s where he’d made the fucked-up decision that brought him to the facility. That’s probably why his folks don’t want him to go back.
They were the lucky ones who had found him. His house was trashed, and he was lying unconscious on his couch with a fucking needle sticking out of his arm.
The overdose wasn’t intentional. That wasn’t what he was doing. He doesn’t know how many times he said that to Gregg, to his parents, to the endless hospital staff who wouldn’t give him a second to himself after he eventually woke up after six days in a coma. No one believed him and who can blame them. He hadn’t given them any reason to.
‘Hey? You with me?’
‘What?’
‘You zoned out on me. You good?’
‘Yeah. Sorry.’
Gregg nods towards his arm. ‘You going to lay off that?’
Confused, Tate looks down at his hand scratching away at the inside of his left arm like crazy. He stops and rests his arm on the door. ‘Sorry.’
‘Can you stop doing that too?’
‘What?’
‘Apologising. You’ve apologised enough.’
‘I’ve got a load to apologise for. I’ve fucked everything up.’
‘You made a mistake and you dealt with it. You’ve got to move on.’
‘It’s gone public, hasn’t it?’
Gregg makes a face which is all the answer Tate needs.
He scrubs his hand over his face. ‘Fuck. How the hell did that happen? I thought the plan was to keep it under wraps?’
‘Hey, don’t you go looking at me that way. We didn’t say anything. The story just got out a few days ago. Ellen and her team haven’t got a clue where it came from, but it’s...’
‘It’s what?’
‘Well, it’s accurate.’
‘How much is out?’
‘All of it. I know it’s not ideal, but—’
‘Not fucking ideal. Are you serious? We’re done. You know that, right?’
‘The most important thing is getting you sorted. We can figure out the band stuff later. Tate seriously don’t stress about it. Nothing’s been officially confirmed from our side. It’s all speculation at the moment. All you need to do is concentrate on getting through this. You can make a statement in a few weeks. There’s no rush.’
‘You got my phone?’
‘Tat—’
‘Just give me my phone.’
