Billionaire's Escort - Page 301

“I don’t know, but I’m going to do everything I can to get better and stay better.”

“Group time,” Susan hollered about two inches away from me.

“I just wanted to call and tell you we were thinking of you and hope it works. Maybe when you’re all done, you can stop out here for a visit.”

“Sure, I think I can make that happen. You take care of yourself and take care of Dad, too.”

“Later,” Heath said as he hung up.

Talking to Heath wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as talking to my father. It had been a pretty damn good conversation, and I felt good about the possibility that we would be able to mend our broken family, at least a little bit.

I wasn’t delusional. I knew that we would never be the kind of family that sat down for Sunday dinners every week, but I wanted to be closer to them. I wanted them to understand the choices I had made weren’t about them at all. Every decision I had made was a selfish one and totally about myself and what I wanted.

Maybe it was wrong of me, but I couldn’t take it back. I couldn’t change the last ten years and they couldn’t change it, either. But maybe, if we worked at it, we could have a phone conversation with each other and not feel like we were talking to total strangers. I was starting to see that perhaps I had placed all the blame on my family and hadn’t appreciated my own role in the problems we were having.

“Get going to group, mister,” I heard Cassidy’s voice say from behind me.

“I thought you weren’t working?”

“I’m just here for a couple of hours. Get to group. You can’t be late if there are only six of you.”

As much as I wanted to stay there and talk with Cassidy, I knew she was right. I was dying to tell Jarrod and the others about my conversation with my brother. We had just been talking about our support systems the day before and I had said I didn’t have one at all. But in one single phone call, I saw the promise of a growing support system in the future.

It was weird how just a couple of weeks at the rehab center had already turned my mind around. I could see the good in things so much easier than I had been before I arrived. Maybe it was because I was sober, or maybe because I had actually been going to groups and meeting with my therapist, but I felt great.

Feeling good was something so foreign to me that I found myself second guessing my own mood constantly. Even as I talked with Cassidy and then went to my group session, there was energy about my walk that I hadn’t noticed before.

Being clear headed and energized was a great feeling and brought me back to my college days. I had been so focused on engineering new technology, I had endless energy and almost always was in a positive mood.

I couldn’t exactly remember when my typical college drinking turned dark, but I knew it got totally out of control after the business was sold. Without a purpose, I quickly slipped into an underground world of sex, drugs, and alcohol.

It had been so funny the previous day when I had caught Cassidy talking about me. I had certainly been thinking about her, so it felt good to know she was thinking about me. But the more I thought about her, the more I knew I had to stay away from her. Not for my sake, if it was just my life then I would have gone after her for sure. But it wouldn’t look good for her to be messing around with a patient, so for the time being I would behave myself. Or at least I would try to behave myself.

“I’m having a great fucking day,” I exclaimed as I walked into group and found a seat.

“Let’s keep the bad language out of this,” Jarrod replied. “Why is your day so good?”

“I talked to my brother and it went pretty decent. I’m moved into my room with a door, and there is finally a little peace around here.”

“Great, so what’s next?” Jarrod asked.

“What do you mean? Nothing is next. Things are good. I’m good. Let’s not push for more. I’m happy.”

“That’s not how people stay happy, though. You’ve got to continue to move forward. Make goals. Practice your coping skills. You’re always working.”

“That’s just depressing. Can’t we just be happy and relax?”

“I don’t mean that you shouldn’t enjoy the moment. But in sobriety, you will have moments where you feel like everything is going great. But then you’ll stop going to meetings, you’ll stop seeing your therapist, and then bam, you’ve relapsed.”

“Wow, you’re a real Debbie Downer,” Brianna said.

“I get it. I understand,” I said.

“So, why aren’t you leaving for Christmas break?” Jarrod asked.

He blindsided me with the question. I thought the issue had been settled when Cassidy and I had been talking. I wasn’t ready to answer it again. Even though my brother and I had just had a decent conversation, nowhere during that conversation had I considered leaving and going to spend Christmas with them. That seemed odd to me.

“I don’t know,” I replied with my first real honest answer about why I wasn’t leaving.

Tags: Claire Adams Billionaire Romance
Source: readsnovelonline.net
readsnovelonline.net Copyright 2016 - 2024