Yesterday it was easier to wake Firefly. She had a plan. It was not a good plan but she thought she was clever. She got in the shower. Her mother came by and they exchanged presents. After, Firefly put on a grey and black hoodie over a black midriff baring cami and a pair or tight jeans. She did her make-up.
"This is how you are going to go into rehab?" I asked. She looked inappropriately hot. "They are going to label you trouble as soon as you walk in the door."
"They already will. They know me here."
"Tell me why you are going here again?" I asked her. she avoided the question.
She also avoid most of my questions concerning her boyfriend. It was fishy. I did find out. This was his second DUI in as many weeks. He is not a drinker either. She wouldn't tell me what substance he had in his system.
The rehab is ten minutes away from the house. She does not like the place. "Why are you going here then?"
"I have been banned from everywhere else around here."
I am not sure if that is true. That isn't the reason she choose this place or this time to go. She didn't need a rehab. She has been laying around the house for days taking her Suboxone. That was the only drug in her system. She needs an out patient program or to start going to meetings.
We got into the truck and I dropped her off at the entrance to the rehab. firefly gave me a quick hug and went inside. When I got home I sent a text to the "boyfriend's" mother.
"Firefly just checked herself into Harbor Oaks. I find it suspicious because before she spoke to the boyfriend she said she didn't need rehab or a day program."
"That is where he is," was her reply.
My suspicions were right. The mother called me and we discussed the situation. She was not happy. She intended to call Harbor Oaks and tell them about the situation. I was not happy about it either. Firefly has a $128 ticket due in ten days and instead of getting a job she was checking herself into rehab.
I finished my work day and went to see my friend Alexis. She cut my hair and I did some work on her her bike she had installed on a stand in her basement. It was eight-thirty when I returned home. I notice the living room light was on as I drove. I parked in the garage and enter through the kitchen. At first I thought my son Max was over.
Firefly was balled up on the couch sleeping. Her suitcase and travel bag were discarded at the front door.
"What are you doing her?"
"Why are you here?"
"You already know why I am her."
"How did you get home?"
I doubt she walked the four miles. She doesn't have the strength. I laid into her. "You have a ticket due in ten days. I am not paying it. You should be looking for a job, not playing footsie in rehab."
I have noticed, Firefly doesn't have a problem getting clean. Billie never made it through the first day of withdrawals. Firefly has a problem staying clean. Staying busy. She doesn't know what to do with herself when she is not doing drugs.
"Haven't you fucked up that guys life up enough in the two months your known him?"
She insisted his life was already fucked up. From what the mom said that is probably true but Firefly is not making it any better.
Firefly spent the night on the couch. We usually sleep together. I didn't care. Her allure is waning. It would not be hard to find another girl to replace her. I would like her to leave. I will not be making it comfortable for her to stay.