I'll Kill You (Part 1)

"BEEP , BEEP!!" Sound of a car horn. I raise up slowly from my bed. Wondering, what the hell was going on. I finally fell asleep for three hours after being up for eight days straight. I was exhausted, but the car wouldn't stop beeping their horn. I stand up out of bed with the meanest frown I can have.I slide my slippers on getting ready to walk to my window to see who, and why the f**k they outside blowing the horn. I start heading towards the window when suddenly, quiet wines from behind me, stopped me in my tracks. My eight almost nine month old daughter was waking up out of her sleep. I quickly jog to pick her up so she wouldn't wake up my oldest daughter, who was still soundly asleep in the bed next to where I sleep. I walk to the window slowly rocking and swaying as a walk, so I can get my daughter to fall back asleep. looking out the window I see a white pick up truck with some writing that say "Framview Assistants pick up". "There right outside my driveway" Tyler whisper to herself. I go to the dresser where I lay my phone to charge at night. I dial my mother's number. thinking to myself, maybe she would know what's going on. "yes Tyler?" my mother answered. "why is the rehab truck outside?" I asked her roughly. "rehab you're going for one month. I found out your smoking again" my mother responded. I froze then hung up. As soon as she says that, I started crying. I was confused as too how she even found out. Who could have possibly even told her? I was very frustrated at this point. I had so many emotions though. I looked out my window again. "BANG, BANG, BANG" I heard coming from my front door. My oldest daughter has woke up from that loud ass knock. I walk downstairs. As I reach the bottom, I see the lock of the doorknob twisting. My father walks in. Guessing he here to make sure I go. "I have your daughters coming with me Tyler, it's time, you need help. it'll only be a month, don't worry, we will take great care of them" my father said softly as tears rolled down my face. "okay fine, I'll go" I responded crying with a heavy breath trying to stop myself from crying hard. A guy in all white, shortly later walks in after my father. My mother had dropped off my bags earlier, so they told me leave my phone, I can bring a notebook, but they will provide the pens for us to write. That was it though, I couldn't bring anything else with me. As soon as I start walking to the truck, I look back to the sounds of both my daughters crying. Begging mommy not to leave. My heart broke instantly. Then I too, started bowling as the guy walked me to the truck. It was only going to be a month. Fresh Start, let's hope this time I can maintain. Been Feeling suicidal and reckless. Thinking to myself, I might just get a little bit more reckless.