Rehab was meant to help the people who were committed- who were so dependent on drug or alcohol they abused it and thought they couldn't live without it..

Not for people who were the addiction. You didn't belong here, you voiced many times, but again and again they told you the first step was acceptance, so your complaints fell on deaf ears; despite being true.

Price, pulling a couple strings and arguing that you were a threat to yourself, got you in rehab. You were trapped. Like an animal behind bars. Being watched, monitored carefully in a safe environment. It was a structured routine. Wake up at 0530, get vitals taken, breakfast, lessons for the day, lunch, story time, free time, dinner, and then ending the day with visitation...

And the man who landed you in this place, visited every day he could.

To keep you close, to keep an eye on you. To make sure you won't leave his side. A form of control.