The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

“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.

“Drugs? Are you fucking kidding me? You know how I feel about drugs, Dad! Why are you even saying this to me? How can you even think that of me?.... Have you even looked at me the last few weeks, seen how different I have tried to be?” yelling, emotionally bawling at him with rage and hysteria breaking free.

do this without real help.” My mom is now beside me, gripping my arm and crying over me in desperation. It’s like I have died, and they have a doppelganger standing in their midst or something equally fucked up. I really don’t even know how to

regret, and I need some space. You two are out of your heads if you think I need to go to rehab. Talk about one extreme to the other, dad.....You either leave me to my own devices and seem scared to say boo to me, or you want to put

is final, Sophie. I won’t put your mother through this anymore.” My father yells after me, which only makes me madder. I turn on

keep me here... … I’m a fucking adult!!! When are you all going to realize that? You can’t have me locked in a rehab center when I don’t even have an addiction. You’re crazy.... All of you. You can all go the fuck away and leave me alone.” I keep running, trying to ignore the bellowing of my dad below me, forbidding me to leave. I can hear my mom sobbing and him yelling to get him his cell and I just want to scream. There’s a smash as he loses his shit, and something gets thrown across the hall in a rage. It’s more than

things over the top of me, hold me down, smack me around when

of stopping me. Even if he barricades the doors. I’ve been escaping this house since I was fourteen years old and sneaking out to see Arry and his friends. They aren’t about to lock me in when

not going to rehab, I don’t fucking need it, but I know it’s not that simple. I have known girls whose families had them