The year was 1989, Rehab was the last thing that Nikki had ever wanted to do. It was something that the both of you didn’t want to do. He tried to get clean multiple times, he really did, but he just couldn’t stay away from it. You couldn’t either actually. Crazy enough, drugs is what bonded you two together. It was sad to think that such a long relationship had only been what it was because of drugs, and not even love. Another crazy thing is that the drugs bonded you together so well that the two of you didn’t even think about “love” too much. The both of you always said the common “I love you’s” but never really thought about if you guys really loved each other.

You were able to understand how bad that your addiction was, and same for him. You recommended rehab, but he would shoot it down every single time. You had been asking mad going on about how important it was for months and months, until he finally just gave up and just went with it, just so you could shut up about it. His pride was a little big, so he wasn’t going to stop to making it clear that he didn’t want to be there. You guys say across from the therapist together, and it was obvious that Nikki had an attitude.

Nikki: I really don’t understand why you dragged me in here, it’s not like I have an unmanageable problem.

Nikki crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. He wore dark shades so he would have to look anyone in the eye, and to show that he felt that he was a little too good to be there. He wasn’t. No one was. And even if he truly was, he wouldn’t even need to be there to begin with. He wanted this whole thing to be over with, and be fine for fast. He couldn’t stand the fact that he let you talk him into this. In his mind this was probably the worse thing he had ever done.