Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE. Pine grove is a real place. I don't own CC DeVille.
A/N: Just something I came up with. And I just couldn't resist. Probably won't be extremely lengthy. And if people aren't into it, I might take it down. Obviously influenced by Celebrity Rehab With Dr. Drew. It is not a TV show setting though, just a regular rehab center. This takes place during the March suspension, about two weeks after the unfortunate fire. Picture of Free in my profile.
Celebrity Rehab With Jeff Hardy
Chapter 1: Welcome to Pine Grove
Jeff Hardy sat beside the pool at Pine Grove Treatment Center in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, iPod turned up loudly, drumming his fingers to the beat on one of the deck tables. Everyone had ventured outside right in the middle of group for a cigarette break, so Jeff had seized the opportunity to get out of the suffocating room the session was being held in even though he didn't smoke.
He enjoyed group a lot more than he enjoyed single sessions, but he'd still prefer to be left alone, in his own thoughts. The other patients here were all right, but outside of the facility, he doubted he'd have ever talked to any of them. Some of them were really fucked up, and he wondered how he was grouped with them. Maybe he'd ask the head honcho, Dr. Callahan, during his next single session.
It was all part of the suspension. It wasn't mandatory for him to go to rehab, but it was suggested. And Matt had kind of pushed him into it. Jeff just didn't want to disappoint his brother or father more than he already had. Things had taken a turn for the worst after the suspension when Jeff lost absolutely everything, including his dog Jack, in a tragic house fire.
It wasn't until that happened that Jeff's eyes opened. Maybe the rehab thing wouldn't be so bad. So when Matt started asking about it, Jeff agreed to go, on the company's dime. It brought him to one of the finest rehab centers in the south, Pine Grove, and to him it was honestly like a vacation spot as opposed to a rehab center. There was everything you could possibly want available. Well, everything except what these people, including himself, desired most.
Jeff was just looking around when he noticed the others from his group were all pretty interested in something going on inside. They were all looking through the massive sliding glass door, cigarettes in hand, and though Jeff never considered himself particularly nosy, he was rather curious. Getting up, he took a spot next to an alcoholic named Kevin, who Jeff noticed seemed to have the inside scoop on everyone here, including the workers.
He pulled his headphones out of his ears and saw what had everyone so distracted. A new girl was checking in. She was physically attractive as far as Jeff was concerned, and was with a guy who looked about twice her age at least, with the same platinum colored hair.
"Who's she?" Jeff asked Kevin, knowing if anyone could answer that, it would be him.
Kevin was in some band, a drummer, who was really skinny with a shaved head and was absolutely covered in tattoos. "Her name's Free Johannesson. She was on one of those Top Model shows or some shit like two years ago. That's her dad, CC DeVille. From Poison, you know?" Jeff thought the older guy looked familiar. He was never very fanatical about Poison, but he knew who CC DeVille was. "She's like really into the big H I guess."
Jeff was surprised by this. She certainly isn't what he'd picture a heroin addict looking like. But now that he watched, along with everyone else, he noticed her chomping on her fingernails, watching as her father pushed her hand away from her mouth more than once. She was also rubbing at her arms a lot. Fidgety, just like he was.
"How the hell do you know all this stuff man?" Jeff questioned Kevin in wonder. Sometimes it seemed like Kevin knew more about the patients than the staff did.
"I've got connections," he said mysteriously before wandering off with his cigarette, apparently growing bored of the newcomer.
"All right guys, smoke break is over. Let's go back in and finish up," the group therapist, Dr. Melissa Martinez announced and everyone prepared to go back inside. Jeff sighed and trudged behind, the last to actually get into the building. He liked being outside so much more.
He passed Free and discreetly looked her over, not wanting to seem rude, but she wasn't even paying attention. She was too busy gnawing on her fingernails, which Jeff now noticed were disgustingly short and jagged. He also spotted the scabs lining her forearms and quickly looked away.
He was slightly disgusted by the infectious looking wounds and tried to put them out of his mind as he sat back in one of the beanbag chairs in the group room and listened to a woman named Tabitha talk about her children.
"Hey, don't start crying on me now," Bruce Johannesson, better known as CC DeVille, said to his teary eyed daughter as they stood in the lobby of the rehab center. The secretary was just filing her sign in papers and then she would be led into her room where she'd experience the hell that is sobriety.
CC held his daughter's face in his hands and made her look at him. He blamed himself for her addiction, knowing if he'd been around more when she was younger he might've been able to prevent it form ever starting. "You're not here to be punished baby. I just don't wanna see you go down the same path I did. You need to get away from LA and modeling and everything else, okay?"
Free sniffed and wiped her nose with her hand. "I know," she admitted, even though she'd been putting up a fight about going. She knew she needed to get off of heroin, but she also knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. It seemed so much easier just to keep doing it.
"Free? We'll take you right this way," a petite nurse called, offering her a warm smile.
"You want me to stay till you're settled in?' her father asked, worrying his daughter was not going to take being here alone so well. But to his surprise, she declined.
"No. I think... I think I'll be okay. I love you," she muttered as she wrapped her slim arms around his neck.
"Love you too baby. You call me every day, got it?" CC instructed with a light laugh, hugging her to him tightly.
Free reluctantly broke away from her father and grabbed the handle of her large suitcase, wheeling it behind her as she went over to where her guide was waiting. "Hi sweetheart. My name is Tammy. I'm the head nurse here. Welcome to Pine Grove."