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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.
Ariana: Y/N??
I smiled at the soft tone of her voice and the recognizable pitch, I always loved the sound of her voice especially when I needed comfort or some advice.
Me: Hey, Ari.
Ariana: Are you okay?? Are you at the rehab center?
Me: not yet, I'm actually close by but I needed to take a second... Ari am I making the right choice?
I heard the older girl sigh before she cleared her thought and gave me exactly what I hoped she would.
Ariana: absolutely, it's for Camila right? You'd do anything to be with her so yes, this is the right choice and personally I can't watch you suffer... Not for the second time babes. Please go get better and as soon as you're settled I'll come visit you, okay? Everything will be fine, I believe in you Y/N.
I smiled widely, Ariana knew exactly what to say to me, she's been there for all my initial breakdowns, she knows how to handle me and she gave me the exact push I needed. I don't know how I went nearly a year without the beautiful brunette in my life, maybe if I kept her around more I wouldn't be so screwed up and on my way to rehab.
Me: thank you Ari, I don't know what I would've done without you, I'm gonna head to the center, I'll call you as soon as I'm settled, I want you to come visit.
Ariana: of course I'll come, just tell me when and if I'm allowed, go get better babes I'll talk to you soon.
Me: alright, thanks Ari, love you.
Ariana: love you too, muah!
I hung up the phone with determination as I stood up and adjusted my clothes, I immediately opened the car door and with Ariana's words of encouragement replaying in my mind I told Jordan to drive up the hill to the rehab center and with a smile he started the car. It only took a few minutes to get up the hill and the minute my car was parked many workers came out of the building, suddenly my door opened and a man dressed in all white appeared, I smiled at him as he took my hand so I could exit the car.
"Welcome, Miss. Y/N, how was the trip up?" The man asked and I smiled at how polite he was.
"Just peachy, it's only half hour away from home so not bad." I said with a laugh and the man in all white nodded before him and three other men grabbed my luggage from the car.
I was surprised at how well assertive the workers were here, it was very impressive and actually quite comforting as I followed the men in white towards the center's lobby. I entered the lobby and within 5 seconds a man in a suite with a smile from ear to ear approached me.
"Miss. Y/N, welcome to Cirque Lodge Beverly Hills. I am Dr. Hauser and I am the owner and resident psychologist here." He explained as he shook my hand firmly, I nodded my head and looked around the lodge, it was definitely quite extravagant.
"Thank you Dr. Hauser but please just call me Y/N I'd prefer that." I explained and Dr. Hauser nodded politely.
"Of course Y/N, well first things first may I show you around and explain our program a little for you? I assure you it's for your own benefit so you can be educated on who we are here at Cirque Lodge." Dr. Hauser asked and I nodded, I actually wanted to know what exactly I was getting into here and how intense it would be.
"Absolutely, tell me as much as possible, I'm not gonna lie, I'm quite nervous." I said while scratching the back of my head, Dr. Hauser just smiled though and bent his arm towards me so I could take it.
"If you may, I will make sure you know every nook and cranny of our facility." Dr. Hauser said with a brilliant smile and I nodded hooking his arm with my own.
