Realism Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ No Way Out ❯ The Escape ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Cellar_Door 
Adriana finally gets out of rehab and into a good home... So why is she back on the street?
Miscellaneous: Realism Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.08.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 147 | Status: Work In Progress
Adriana finally gets out of rehab and into a good home... So why is she back on the street?
Miscellaneous: Realism Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.08.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 147 | Status: Work In Progress
The stay at the all female rehabilitation center had came to an end, an end that Adriana was excited for. Her time spent behind the concrete walls was a living nightmare. Every day at seven in the morning, she was forced to wake up, dress in horrid white jumpsuits, shuffled into a line, marched into the cafeteria, served low grade slop and always sat alone in a table in the corner, only to receive glares from the other girls that envied her medium length blonde hair, or her brilliant green eyes, or how she told the counselors just what they wanted to hear. “I’m not like them,” she always thought. “I have no self inflected injuries, no shame from aborted pregnancies, no documented mental illness, and I still have my brain cells.”
After breakfast, around eight, the girls were separated so they could go to group counseling. There, they were all forced to open up and share their experiences, what they thought of their actions and how they think it hurt the ones they loved. It didn’t take long for Adriana to realize that her only way out was to put on a show and give the performance of her life! So, she did. Every meeting she shed a couple tears, sniffled, let emotions pour out of her, and repent. Oh how she repented!
Once the act was concluded, it was time for church. Lucky her, her mother had sent her to a rehab center that believed that God could cure her. Frankly, she disagreed. The only person that could cure her was herself, if she had anything to cure. But to Adriana, she was fine. There was nothing wrong with her. Yeah, she hit a rough patch and went a little crazy with the drugs, but now she knew… Moderation was key. But sadly, she was cut off from any and all drugs. The detoxification that took place was within her first several months in this hell. It was terrible; the shakes, the shivers, the sweats, the pain… But what was worse than all of that, was that every time she hit a spell of withdraw, a couple counselors would come in a pray and force her to pray.
After mass, she had to go to her counselor for an update once a week. It was much like the show her put on for group except with an audience of one. Adriana didn’t mind though, at long as it got her one step closer to the outside world. At the end of each session, her counselor seemed pleased with her progress. Then it was time for lunch. But after that she had to go to the common room where everyone else was. Thankfully there were guards standing in the room to observe so no one attacked her. It didn’t stop the threats though. Most of the time, Adriana sat alone and read a book. The books were of poor quality and all had to do with religion, but it was the only way she kept her mind off of the stares. The day continued with dinner, another visit to the common room then off to bed, which was located in a twelve by twelve room, alone. Which was just the way she liked it.
Now she found herself in her counselor’s office again, this time in normal clothes. A pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt, all provided by the rehab center. “Your mother has requested that you be transported to your Aunt Sharon’s home,” The older white haired man behind the desk started “You will be-” but Adriana cut him off. “My Aunt Sharon? But why?” She had not been to her aunt Sharon’s house since she was about eleven, nor had she talked to her since her sixteenth birthday. Aunt Sharon was a kind hearted woman, only a couple years older than her mother. She had no children of her own and Adriana was her only niece since her father died while she was still in the womb.
The man adjusted his classes. “Yes, as I was saying, you will be transported there via bus. Your Aunt Sharon will call us weekly with updates to make sure you stay on the righteous path,” he concluded with a smile. Adriana was still awe struck that her mother would send her away after she had been gone for nearly two years. Her eighteenth birthday had already passed, but she felt like a teenager still and not the adult she was supposed to be. Before she knew it, she was on a bus and headed for good old Aunt Sharon.
“Hey, kid, wake up,” a husky voice spoke to her followed by a nudge “Come on, time to get off my bus.” Adriana opened her eyes to look out the window. Outside the bus, a city’s nightlife pulsed along with the beat of her heart. Could it be true? Was he allowing her to get off here? She could score some LSD, even without money. Grabbing the duffle bag, she quickly exited the bus, her smile soon fading when she saw Aunt Sharon’s old sedan across the street from the bus stop. Not wanting her aunt to be suspicious, she forced a gleam and approached the car to slide into the passenger seat. “Oh hun, you look so tired. Let’s get you home and show you to your room!” Her aunt sounded more cheerful than she expected. The ride to Aunt Sharon’s small ranch-like estate took only about a twenty minutes, which was good news for Adriana. Once they pulled into the driveway, Aunt Sharon wouldn’t stop talking about all the plans she had for tomorrow; how they would go shopping for new clothes for her, show her around town, even get her enrolled in school so she could finish and get her diploma. Just then Adriana’s heart sank. Going back to school? That thought never even occurred to her. She was still eighteen so she could be allowed back into regular school as a sophomore. But oh how the thought of returning to the educational system scared her.
The thought dwelled in her head until her aunt opened a door revealed her room. Adriana didn’t mind the lovely bed or the oak dresser with a large mirror, all she cared about was the window. Time to act again. “Thank you, Aunt Sharon, but I’m very tired so I’ll just unpack my things and get to sleep,” For good measure, she even added a little yawn. “Good idea, dearie, I’ll just be at the end of the hall if you need me. I took the liberty of buying you a couple things for your first day, I hope they fit,” the woman pointed to the closet next to the dresser. “I’m sure they will, thank you, Aunt Sharon,” she spoke as she closed the door, sighing with relief when she heard the door at the end of the hall shut as well.
Shaking her head, she went to the closet to see what exactly Aunt Sharon as gotten her. There was a very long dorm shirt that she assumed was for sleeping, but that wasn’t what she was looking for. She had to change out of the clothes she was in if she was going to score anything. The female soon sound a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple green tank top. The pants were a size too small, but that was fine, it only empathized her figure that way. The top looked better on her than it did hanging from the hanger. It matched her eyes. Perfect, she was set… Almost. Sliding into the bathroom, she examined her face in the mirror. It was okay, but makeup never hurt anybody. Shuffling through the cabinets and drawers, she found nothing, only toilet paper, towels and tampons, none of which helped her now. Groaning with frustration, she went to her duffle bag and brushed her hair to full length after pulling out her ponytail. “Much better,” she smirked to herself.
Now for the escape. Turning all the lights off and stuffing her duffle bag and pillows under the blankets, she advanced to the window. It opened easily like it was meant to be her portal. Things were just too perfect. Adriana crept from the window, landing in the grass that was about four feet below her. With a happy sigh, she took off running for downtown…
Sadly, the twenty minute drive took her almost an hour to complete. But once she saw the lights from the city ahead, she took off in a sprint. The night was young, it was only about eight o’clock, plenty of time. “If Aunt Sharon is going to make me to go school, I’ll need some pep in my step,” she laughed lightly to herself as she padded down the sidewalk.
After breakfast, around eight, the girls were separated so they could go to group counseling. There, they were all forced to open up and share their experiences, what they thought of their actions and how they think it hurt the ones they loved. It didn’t take long for Adriana to realize that her only way out was to put on a show and give the performance of her life! So, she did. Every meeting she shed a couple tears, sniffled, let emotions pour out of her, and repent. Oh how she repented!
Once the act was concluded, it was time for church. Lucky her, her mother had sent her to a rehab center that believed that God could cure her. Frankly, she disagreed. The only person that could cure her was herself, if she had anything to cure. But to Adriana, she was fine. There was nothing wrong with her. Yeah, she hit a rough patch and went a little crazy with the drugs, but now she knew… Moderation was key. But sadly, she was cut off from any and all drugs. The detoxification that took place was within her first several months in this hell. It was terrible; the shakes, the shivers, the sweats, the pain… But what was worse than all of that, was that every time she hit a spell of withdraw, a couple counselors would come in a pray and force her to pray.
After mass, she had to go to her counselor for an update once a week. It was much like the show her put on for group except with an audience of one. Adriana didn’t mind though, at long as it got her one step closer to the outside world. At the end of each session, her counselor seemed pleased with her progress. Then it was time for lunch. But after that she had to go to the common room where everyone else was. Thankfully there were guards standing in the room to observe so no one attacked her. It didn’t stop the threats though. Most of the time, Adriana sat alone and read a book. The books were of poor quality and all had to do with religion, but it was the only way she kept her mind off of the stares. The day continued with dinner, another visit to the common room then off to bed, which was located in a twelve by twelve room, alone. Which was just the way she liked it.
Now she found herself in her counselor’s office again, this time in normal clothes. A pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt, all provided by the rehab center. “Your mother has requested that you be transported to your Aunt Sharon’s home,” The older white haired man behind the desk started “You will be-” but Adriana cut him off. “My Aunt Sharon? But why?” She had not been to her aunt Sharon’s house since she was about eleven, nor had she talked to her since her sixteenth birthday. Aunt Sharon was a kind hearted woman, only a couple years older than her mother. She had no children of her own and Adriana was her only niece since her father died while she was still in the womb.
The man adjusted his classes. “Yes, as I was saying, you will be transported there via bus. Your Aunt Sharon will call us weekly with updates to make sure you stay on the righteous path,” he concluded with a smile. Adriana was still awe struck that her mother would send her away after she had been gone for nearly two years. Her eighteenth birthday had already passed, but she felt like a teenager still and not the adult she was supposed to be. Before she knew it, she was on a bus and headed for good old Aunt Sharon.
“Hey, kid, wake up,” a husky voice spoke to her followed by a nudge “Come on, time to get off my bus.” Adriana opened her eyes to look out the window. Outside the bus, a city’s nightlife pulsed along with the beat of her heart. Could it be true? Was he allowing her to get off here? She could score some LSD, even without money. Grabbing the duffle bag, she quickly exited the bus, her smile soon fading when she saw Aunt Sharon’s old sedan across the street from the bus stop. Not wanting her aunt to be suspicious, she forced a gleam and approached the car to slide into the passenger seat. “Oh hun, you look so tired. Let’s get you home and show you to your room!” Her aunt sounded more cheerful than she expected. The ride to Aunt Sharon’s small ranch-like estate took only about a twenty minutes, which was good news for Adriana. Once they pulled into the driveway, Aunt Sharon wouldn’t stop talking about all the plans she had for tomorrow; how they would go shopping for new clothes for her, show her around town, even get her enrolled in school so she could finish and get her diploma. Just then Adriana’s heart sank. Going back to school? That thought never even occurred to her. She was still eighteen so she could be allowed back into regular school as a sophomore. But oh how the thought of returning to the educational system scared her.
The thought dwelled in her head until her aunt opened a door revealed her room. Adriana didn’t mind the lovely bed or the oak dresser with a large mirror, all she cared about was the window. Time to act again. “Thank you, Aunt Sharon, but I’m very tired so I’ll just unpack my things and get to sleep,” For good measure, she even added a little yawn. “Good idea, dearie, I’ll just be at the end of the hall if you need me. I took the liberty of buying you a couple things for your first day, I hope they fit,” the woman pointed to the closet next to the dresser. “I’m sure they will, thank you, Aunt Sharon,” she spoke as she closed the door, sighing with relief when she heard the door at the end of the hall shut as well.
Shaking her head, she went to the closet to see what exactly Aunt Sharon as gotten her. There was a very long dorm shirt that she assumed was for sleeping, but that wasn’t what she was looking for. She had to change out of the clothes she was in if she was going to score anything. The female soon sound a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple green tank top. The pants were a size too small, but that was fine, it only empathized her figure that way. The top looked better on her than it did hanging from the hanger. It matched her eyes. Perfect, she was set… Almost. Sliding into the bathroom, she examined her face in the mirror. It was okay, but makeup never hurt anybody. Shuffling through the cabinets and drawers, she found nothing, only toilet paper, towels and tampons, none of which helped her now. Groaning with frustration, she went to her duffle bag and brushed her hair to full length after pulling out her ponytail. “Much better,” she smirked to herself.
Now for the escape. Turning all the lights off and stuffing her duffle bag and pillows under the blankets, she advanced to the window. It opened easily like it was meant to be her portal. Things were just too perfect. Adriana crept from the window, landing in the grass that was about four feet below her. With a happy sigh, she took off running for downtown…
Sadly, the twenty minute drive took her almost an hour to complete. But once she saw the lights from the city ahead, she took off in a sprint. The night was young, it was only about eight o’clock, plenty of time. “If Aunt Sharon is going to make me to go school, I’ll need some pep in my step,” she laughed lightly to herself as she padded down the sidewalk.