Uncovered (Harry Styles)

Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

Maeve's P.O.V.

Billy quickly placed the handgun into the brim of his pants and concealed it with his shirt before sprinting out the door. I rushed over to Ed within seconds and pressed my trembling hands against him.

Luckily, Billy's aim was poor and the bullet merely grazed Ed's shoulder. It fortunately did not lodge into his flesh but it still caused an ample amount of blood to seep from under my hands.

Ed's face was pale and emptied of emotion. He was completely disheveled, torn and a million other things. I'm sure getting shot was bad enough but being shot by your own son was completely mind boggling.

While I was pressing down on Ed's arm I couldn't help but recollect back to my days in rehab. I tried my hardest for several years of my life to push back the harsh memories of recovering from my dark days into the back of my mind but the memories forced their way back to my attention. Being in rehab for several years exposes you to many things; relapses and blood were the common pair.

While I drifted off into thought I heard Ed hiss in pain. I looked down and realized my hands were pressed down extremely hard on his fragile wound. I lightened up on the pressure slightly and apologized.

He simply nodded and leaned his head up slightly to see the extent of his wound I was afraid that would irritate his bullet wound further.

"Lie back," I said forcefully and he did as he was told.

Ambulance sirens filled the air and I could feel myself slipping back into the horrible day of May 3rd. I remember it clear as day and I cannot do anything while the memory slips back to me.

Flashback

This is fucking stupid. I don't need help, I don't need rehab. I took one too many pills of ecstasy and maybe one too many drinks but that doesn't mean I have a problem. This place is filled with drug addicts who cannot even say their own name yet somehow I'm one of them.

Fuck my parents for bringing me here. I swear, I get my stomach pumped once and I'm apparently "endangering" myself. Fuck that I don't need help.

I've been in this hell hole for 5 days now and I already hate it. My throat yearns for a drink and my mind is lusting for a joint. Everything would be so much better if I had my two sidekicks by my side: marijuana and liquor.

I leaned against the beige walls outside of my room and waited for Jade to finish speaking with Jessica, the girl I'm forced to share a room with. My nurse Jade was supposed to take me to my treatment of the day but of course Jessica was causing a scene as usual.

Jessica was battling an addiction to heroin and she wasn't doing very well. Her breakdowns were frequent and overdramatic in my opinion. She has been here for 4 months from what I heard and I wish she would just leave. She's getting on my nerves but then again everything is getting on my nerves at this point. The sounds of Jessica sobbing from inside the room makes me want to ram my head into a brick wall.

"I can't do it! I can't!" She sobs and I hear Jade try to reason with her which makes me feel even more irritable. I've never felt this irritable in such a while and I do not like the feeling. If I had some pot it would soothe these nerves from rising further but I'm apparently "addicted" to the stuff. How the hell is it possible to be addicted to pot?

"Of course you can Jess. You're so strong and you're doing so well." Jade tries to reassure Jessica and I nearly vomit in my mouth.

Although I realize many people mean well when they say things like 'it'll get better' and 'you're strong,' those banal euphemisms make me want to smack whoever speaks them. I don't of course because that would be wrong and would lead to my incarceration which would do nothing but escalate my irritated feelings. But it's something I fight on the daily not to enforce. I should text Amber for bail money in case I ever snap and get locked up.