Your family and friends had "dumped" you at the Minnesota Addiction Treatment Centre around four weeks ago now. Dumped may be an overexxagreation but that's how you felt, you were fine...a bit fucked up but fine nonetheless you thought but you were definitely destroying yourself bit by bit, drug by drug, drink by drink.

You weren't a huge fan of the centre, you thought you were okay, you thought you didn't need help but nonetheless you decided to give it a shot, what more did you have to lose?

When you first arrived at the centre, you were set on your plan and all that crap. It all sounded boring until one key rule piqued your interest.

"Now, you can't talk to any male in our centre unless he is a member of staff, if we catch you doing this, you will be kicked out."

You mostly abided by this rule, you had no reason to talk to any guys anyway until you saw him you passed by him in reception whilst you were going out for some fresh air and you locked eyes with a gorgeous man, he didn't seem all to enthralled to be there though, it looked like one of his family members was "forcing" him into rehab just like you were, he looked pretty fucked up too, he had a large cut on his lip, a cut on his nose and a few bruises on his face but he was still beautiful.

You tried not to think about him until a few days later when you had seen him in the common room, his face looked slightly better now and he had a large bandage over his nose and some of the bruises had seemingly faded a bit. You sat drinking some coffee while the TV played in the background, It was just the two of you there... no one would see you talking, right?