Gabriel
“Give me my goddamn phone!” I snarled.
“I’m sorry but I can’t do that,” the director, Doug Sanderson said mildly. “We don’t start giving phone privileges until you’ve finished the detox phase.”
I pounded my fist on the desk, but it felt like my arm was moving in slow motion. “f***k you and f***k your privileges. It’s my phone and if you don’t hand it over, then you are stealing. I can press charges!” I threatened.
My head was spinning. I’d been vomiting for two days, and I hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since I arrived at the rehab center. My body felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out. All I wanted was my goddamned phone so that I could call my brother and tell him to get me the hell out of there.
“You are not a prisoner here,” the director reminded me. “You ca
