CHAPTER 4.

''I have to get to Madelyn!'' Honestly, I feel like I'm falling apart. Maybe I need this Rehab. Since my folks said we were to leave in like two days, I had to wait for it to get dark and sneak out. I changed my outfit because I honestly don't remember the last time I freshened up. Bottles of beer lay strewn on the floor. I pushed them under the bed and came out through the window into the cold and gloomy night. I mean it wasn't that far, so I got there in like 10 minutes. I threw stones at her bedroom window, hoping it would signal her. I hadn't even though about what I would tell her. I just knew I had to tell her something. Stunning as usual, opened their main gate and whispered my name as she rubbed her eyes. "What the fuck Greg, it's two in the morning!'' Ok. I mean, it was actually two in the morning so I couldn't really blame her. "why don't we go somewhere private.'' I said as I bought time trying to think of something to tell her. ''Umm...so...I think we should…you shouldn't have the baby''

''You want me to abort Greg!'' Honestly, I did. I was the only logical way forward right? I didn't really wanna worry her with my life drama and all the messed up shit that was going on. It was clear she was worked up. I didn't know about what but I knew her pretty well to have an idea of what it could have been. ''Maddy, please calm down. It wouldn't make sense having the child at this age. Think of what your dad would say." This really hit her. She loved her dad and never really wanted him to be disappointed in her. Especially after the stunt she pulled with me. I stretched out my arms and let her body collide into mine. She wet my entire right shoulder with tears. She was broken, so it was arranged that first thin in the morning we were going to the clinic. As I walked back home, I felt kind of relieved. Like a burden had been lifted off my back and despite all the other things, I actually felt like not killing myself. If that's not progress, I don't know what is. The next day I enjoyed the last of what will sooner be forgotten for a really long time. I heard stories about rehab before. My distant cousin on my mother's side was bi-polar. I mean, my mom always told me how he would come from parties late at night and changes completely when he is home. I thought I would find him there. My day was exhausted thinking about Madelyn and Rehab. Woke up the next day with a feeling of meh. I was honestly up for anything. I honestly thought my folks forgot about the whole rehab thing but no, they both came downstairs with clothes already packed. It was going to be a 90 day programme. Ok. This was when it hit me. 90 is kinda like too much. I mean, what am I supposed to be told for 90 days. Those are like three whole months. This would mean I would miss the most of the semester considering we were opening in August. The programme was in my mom's purse. I took it as they did who knows what as I waited to go. It was to end on the 16th of September. The facility looked remarkable. I was actually looking forward to it little did I know…..I sauntered right into the back seat and shut my eyes and fell into slumber land.