Best Friends? (Camila/You)

Part 34

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Best Friends?- Part 34

I was looking out the window as the city of Los Angeles disappeared from my view and I entered Beverly Hills where all resident rehab center's were, I swallowed hard because I never thought I would be going to rehab, I thought I was strong enough to conquer my addiction on my own, clearly not but at least one thing was for sure, my love for Camila was stronger then my love of alcohol.

I smiled thinking of Camila, she wanted me to get better so that we could be together and there was no greater feeling then knowing she wanted the same thing as me. I was doing this for the sake of Camila and I's relationship, to keep it standing and to fight for it, I needed her to know I was serious about starting over with her.

I relaxed in my seat as I saw the strangely beautiful building become visible, my eyes widened as I took in the view and I noticed how white it was, it made me feel like I was about to be locked up in a mental facility and I could feel the anxiety seep in. I tried to shake it off by breathing in and out but it wouldn't let up, my hands started to shake and I couldn't control my hearts pounding.

"JORDAN STOP!" I yelled and Jordan slammed the breaks immediately, fortunately there wasn't anyone behind us so he slowly pulled over without a word.

I quickly got out of the car and released the contents of my stomach onto the ground, I heaved as my morning coffee was now covering the pavement along with the alcohol from last night.

"Miss. Y/N? Are you okay?" Jordan asked as he appeared in my vision and I shook my head, I was far from okay, I was 2 seconds away from being checked into the looney bin.

"No Jordan, take me home, I'm not going to a mental hospital." I said with anger but Jordan made no move to do what I told him too, he just furrowed his eyebrows.

"Miss. Y/N it's not a mental hospital, it's the top rehab facility in all of California, I wouldn't take you to a mental hospital even if Mrs. Jauregui demanded it." Jordan explained but I shook my head and approached him.

"It sure as hell looks like one! It looks like I'm going to the fucking rehab facility for the mentally disturbed, now take me home." I said while pointing my finger in his face but Jordan stood his ground and stood tall.

"I cannot do that, Mrs. Jauregui wouldn't like that and... Neither would Miss. Cabello." He said and my heart dropped, he was right, I couldn't go home, not right now at least, if I did Camila would never give me another chance.

I groaned loudly and slammed my back against the car sliding down it roughly, I hated this, feeling helpless and forced to go to rehab but I knew I needed to do this, it needed to happen. I put my head on my knees and tried to relax my breathing before I could even think about getting back in the car.

"Miss. Y/N, I'll give you a minute." Jordan said as he got back in the driver seat and I groaned in acceptance.

I sat on the floor with no motivation to get off of it, the cold pavement was seeping into my legs but I could care less, I'd rather freeze on the ground then go into that rehab center even though that was impossible because we were in the middle of California. I slammed my hand on the ground in frustration, I was so torn, there was a part of me that wanted nothing to do with rehab but there was also another part of me that knew this was the only way to get Camila back.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the car, I needed a push, I needed someone to tell me that this was the right thing to do and that this rehab will all be worth it. I took my phone from out of my pocket and scrolled through the contacts, I knew calling Camila was out of the question, calling the boys wouldn't really help all too much so I continued to scroll until I found the perfect person and I smiled to myself as I pressed call. I waited patiently as the ringing started, it felt like forever but in reality it was only 2 rings before she picked up.