#Chapter53
/"You think I have an alcohol problem? You’re talking about rehab?/" I lift my palms in complete disbelief. /"Dad? Mom?/" I turn imploringly. /"I didn’t drink for like over three weeks after I came here, almost four! An alcoholic wouldn’t go more than four hours. I fucked up once, and you want to condemn me to a fucking rehab center. What the hell is wrong with you?/" My temper chooses to dominate over wounded pride and pain.
Miss. Predictable!
/"I think it’s more than booze, Sophie. I don’t know what else you kids are taking nowadays, but saying you were spiked.... Did you take drugs?/" He is deadly serious, and it rips a hole right through my heart. Betrayal at its worst.
