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It's been a week since I've used any narcotics or alcoholic beverages. My body is shivering as a result of the drugs' hunger. My stomach hurts from the lack of alcohol. Mom would frequently enter the room or stay with me to watch over me.
But I can't control myself today, and I'm going to need the pills anyway. I took the phone off the table and dialled Brown, the drug dealer. "I need a package of medications in the city hospital right now," I remarked, my thirst quenched. My hands trembled, and I was on the verge of puking. I dashed to the bathroom and puked quickly. My body was fatigued and agitated. Then I heard mom's voice as I collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. After a few hours, I was awakened by the sound of IV drops. Mom was sitting in a chair next to me, her head on the bed. I coughed to wake her up, but she did not respond. My phone immediately rang, and my mother sighed as she rubbed her neck. I was concerned for her but didn't know how to show my concern. "You are waking," she said with a smile. "How do you feel right now?" The constant ringing of my phone, however, cut off her talk. I get a little tense when I think it's Brown who's calling. I couldn't reach my phone since I was hooked up to an IV.
"Where the bull s**t are you?" Mom asked as she picked up the phone and put it on speaker. "I brought the medicine because you asked me to," he yelled angrily.
Mom's eyes widened as she hung up the phone. I swallowed my embarrassment and glanced up at my mother. She remained silent and kept her phone on the table.
"Where he has requested you to come," she moaned hard as she pulled the money from her bag. I'll deliver the package to you. "But don't forget about Emily," says the narrator. She emphasised a word that brought back memories of my father's final words, "Be brave." And I proved him incorrect by proving that I would never be brave enough to accept my weaknesses and confront the matter. I need to regain control of my body and summon the confidence to confront the situation whatsoever.
I murmured, "Don't bring it, I don't need anything right now," and closed my eyes. I lack the courage to confront her. Then I heard her approaching the door with her footsteps. "Don't do it again." We'll be leaving this city tomorrow. "Come home with Alex tonight if you want to leave these things," she stated in a single breath as she walked out of the room.
Shit In annoyance, I cursed under my breath and closed my eyes to rest. After a few hours, I felt my hands being touched and heard my name being called repeatedly. "Are you okay?" I asked as I opened my eyes slightly and winced in pain. Alexander inquired, his brow furrowed. In answer, I nodded my head. In response, he hummed, "Hmm." I noticed that I had been relocated to a communal room and had IV cables hooked to me. He fumbled with his fingers, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. "When are we heading home?" I said as I sat on the bed. "Home?" he questioned, his eyes blinked, perplexed. I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to put any more emphasis on that word. They may believe that I have forgiven them as a result. When I was climbing down from the bed, he went forward to assist me. With my palm on his face, I came to a halt. I got up and went into the washroom, where I changed into the outfit that my mother might have retained. It consisted of a pair of pants and a top. "Let's go wherever your wife is waiting," I remarked coldly as I went out of the washroom, his countenance brightening and a smile playing across his face. He smiled and nodded his head firmly.
I was waiting for him in a car while he completed all of the hospital paperwork. He left the hospital dressed in a fancy tuxedo, just like his father. I shook my head, indicating that I was camping with my father. No one can ever take this place. He slid open the car door and took a seat beside my seat. "The doctor has instructed you to drink more liquid and to disregard the booze and other drugs," he remarked as he slipped on his seatbelt. "Hmm," I responded, humming as I opened the bottle of energising drink. The entire journey was silent, and neither I nor he said anything. I signed relief that he had not said anything since I was afraid I may say something hurtful to him. It's just that my rages haven't faded with the passage of time. I'll need some time to clear my head and avoid making the same mistake again. My contemplation was delayed as the car came to a standstill. I spotted Emily running towards me as I stepped out of the car. "Big mama, Sophia has arrived," she announced, clapping her fists and carrying her teddy in one arm. I smiled as she clapped her hands in joy and took her in my arms. "How are you doing, Emily?" I inquired.It's been a week since I've used any narcotics or alcoholic beverages. My body is shivering as a result of the drugs' hunger. My stomach hurts from the lack of alcohol. Mom would frequently enter the room or stay with me to watch over me.
But I can't control myself today, and I'm going to need the pills anyway. I took the phone off the table and dialled Brown, the drug dealer. "I need a package of medications in the city hospital right now," I remarked, my thirst quenched. My hands trembled, and I was on the verge of puking. I dashed to the bathroom and puked quickly. My body was fatigued and agitated. Then I heard mom's voice as I collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. After a few hours, I was awakened by the sound of IV drops. Mom was sitting in a chair next to me, her head on the bed. I coughed to wake her up, but she did not respond. My phone immediately rang, and my mother sighed as she rubbed her neck. I was concerned for her but didn't know how to show my concern. "You are waking," she said with a smile. "How do you feel right now?" The constant ringing of my phone, however, cut off her talk. I get a little tense when I think it's Brown who's calling. I couldn't reach my phone since I was hooked up to an IV.
"Where the bull s**t are you?" Mom asked as she picked up the phone and put it on speaker. "I brought the medicine because you asked me to," he yelled angrily.
Mom's eyes widened as she hung up the phone. I swallowed my embarrassment and glanced up at my mother. She remained silent and kept her phone on the table.
"Where he has requested you to come," she moaned hard as she pulled the money from her bag. I'll deliver the package to you. "But don't forget about Emily," says the narrator. She emphasised a word that brought back memories of my father's final words, "Be brave." And I proved him incorrect by proving that I would never be brave enough to accept my weaknesses and confront the matter. I need to regain control of my body and summon the confidence to confront the situation whatsoever.
I murmured, "Don't bring it, I don't need anything right now," and closed my eyes. I lack the courage to confront her. Then I heard her approaching the door with her footsteps. "Don't do it again." We'll be leaving this city tomorrow. "Come home with Alex tonight if you want to leave these things," she stated in a single breath as she walked out of the room.
Shit In annoyance, I cursed under my breath and closed my eyes to rest. After a few hours, I felt my hands being touched and heard my name being called repeatedly. "Are you okay?" I asked as I opened my eyes slightly and winced in pain. Alexander inquired, his brow furrowed. In answer, I nodded my head. In response, he hummed, "Hmm." I noticed that I had been relocated to a communal room and had IV cables hooked to me. He fumbled with his fingers, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. "When are we heading home?" I said as I sat on the bed. "Home?" he questioned, his eyes blinked, perplexed. I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to put any more emphasis on that word. They may believe that I have forgiven them as a result. When I was climbing down from the bed, he went forward to assist me. With my palm on his face, I came to a halt. I got up and went into the washroom, where I changed into the outfit that my mother might have retained. It consisted of a pair of pants and a top. "Let's go wherever your wife is waiting," I remarked coldly as I went out of the washroom, his countenance brightening and a smile playing across his face. He smiled and nodded his head firmly.
I was waiting for him in a car while he completed all of the hospital paperwork. He left the hospital dressed in a fancy tuxedo, just like his father. I shook my head, indicating that I was camping with my father. No one can ever take this place. He slid open the car door and took a seat beside my seat. "The doctor has instructed you to drink more liquid and to disregard the booze and other drugs," he remarked as he slipped on his seatbelt. "Hmm," I responded, humming as I opened the bottle of energising drink. The entire journey was silent, and neither I nor he said anything. I signed relief that he had not said anything since I was afraid I may say something hurtful to him. It's just that my rages haven't faded with the passage of time. I'll need some time to clear my head and avoid making the same mistake again. My contemplation was delayed as the car came to a standstill. I spotted Emily running towards me as I stepped out of the car. "Big mama, Sophia has arrived," she announced, clapping her fists and carrying her teddy in one arm. I smiled as she clapped her hands in joy and took her in my arms. "How are you doing, Emily?" I inquired.
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