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This is VERY different from what I normally write, and it's definitely a Carlisle and Esme that you've never seen before. If you are easily offended by strong language, sex, drugs, alcohol, or tattoos don't read.
If you are under the age of 18 you really shouldn't be reading this either. The themes presented in this story are geared towards adults, but honestly there are worse things you could watch on the History channel.
Thank you to texasunshine, kr2009, and luvrofink for pre-reading and holding my hand as I write this story, and to Mackenzie L. for being the most amazing beta ever. They are team Tattlisle and Inkme and I wouldn't be posting this without their support.
November 2, 2009
I sat in the stuffy conference room, pulling at the bandage on my arm.
I wanted to get the hell out of here already.
I wanted to get back to the hospital.
Back to her.
"Carlisle, are you listening?"
I looked up at my court appointed attorney. "No."
"Well you need to be, son. This is your future on the line."
I cringed at his use of the word son. I'm not your son.
I tried to listen as he went over my options, but I couldn't stop looking at the door. Not that it mattered. There was no way they would let me see her, even if I went back to the hospital.
I saw the looks all the doctors and nurses gave me every time they came out of her room. How does the driver always walk away without a scratch while his passenger nearly dies?
I wanted to scream at them that I wish I knew. That if I could be the one in the hospital bed instead of her I would.
They all shook their heads. They knew what my medical report said. They knew exactly what was in my system when we were brought in.
They thought they knew everything about me based on some words on a paper and the handcuffs on my wrist.
They didn't know anything.
It wasn't like I didn't realize the situation I was in. I just didn't care. My life was meaningless without her in it.
My attorney pushed some papers toward me. "These two are the only options the court will allow, Carlisle. They're the two best facilities in the country."
I picked up the brochures. Neither looked bad. One had palm trees everywhere. Esme would like that.
"And if I don't go?" I asked.
He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You're facing some serious charges. When the police searched your apartment there was enough cocaine to show intent to distribute. That's in addition to the DUI and suspicion of possessing a controlled substance. You're lucky she's going to live or you would also be looking at vehicular manslaughter."
I leaned back in my chair, unsure of what I should do. I didn't want to leave Esme for a second, much less months. Not now that I finally had her back. If she even still wanted me. That would be a miracle at this point.
If she didn't, there was no need to go through this charade. It was all bullshit anyway.
"How long do I have to decide?"
"One week," he replied.
One week to decide the rest of my life.
"You have to do this, Carlisle," he continued. "They will drop all the charges if you successfully complete treatment."
I shook my head. "It's not up to me. It's up to her."
And it was. The last thing I wanted was to go to fucking rehab. I didn't need it. But if Esme thought I should go, I would.
I would do anything to be the man she needed me to be.
Intrigued? First chapter will post tomorrow. After that it will update when it updates. I don't have a schedule for this one.