A week later, I was released from the hospital. I was meant to go straight to the facility. It was the middle of the day on Wednesday, so only Grayson, Lee and Rudy could be there for me. It was almost symbolic. The three catalysts for my relapse were helping me get help. Grayson was right. The facility was insanely nice. My last one was a bit more off the grid to keep anyone from finding out. This didn’t seem like a place that people went to get better. It looked more like vacation. “This looks like a rehabilitation center for a doll,” I stated. “It’s really nice, Scar.” Grayson replied. “So am I rehab barbie?” Rude chuckled slightly. “Is now the time for jokes, Letty?” “There’s always time for jokes,” I shrugged. We parked and the boys grabbed my bags. A part of me wanted to run. I knew this was my choice, but I still wasn’t thrilled about going back. I was still on me
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