Page 32 of Addicted to You
“He needs his family,” she stated. “He needs you to help him too.”
“The only thing I can do is suggest rehab.”
“Then do that.”
I watched as she completed the transaction to buy plane tickets on her phone and then, not wanting to argue anymore, I started packing for California.
The early morningflight to LA was quiet. I tried to catch a few hours of sleep, but the concern on Britt’s face made it impossible because I kept checking on her. I didn’t blame her, but until she saw her brother was fine with her own eyes, I didn’t think she could sleep.
When the plane landed, we grabbed our bags from the overhead compartment and then the four of us made our way to a rideshare. The drive to Silas’s apartment felt too long, though it was only about thirty minutes. During the ride, I’d taken the time to look up a few rehab places in the area so I could go over them with him if he agreed to go.
Once we arrived, Britt and her mom quickly got out of the car and headed to the building. Kevin and I followed them inside with the bags, and without a word, Britt knocked on the door, and we waited in the silent hallway.
Elliott opened the door, his eyes immediately widening when he saw us. He stepped back, clearly surprised. “I thought you weren’t coming?”
Britt didn’t waste time with an answer, stepping past him into the apartment. “We changed our minds.”
Elliott stepped aside, letting the rest of us in. “He’s still sleeping.”
“How’s he doing?” Melissa asked.
“I think as good as can be,” Elliott responded.
“I’m going to go check him out,” Britt stated. She and her mom started down the hall that I assumed led to his bedroom.
“Lethim rest,” I argued.
Neither woman acknowledged what I had said as they disappeared into a room.
“Sorry to just barge in,” Kevin finally spoke.
“It’s not me you need to apologize to,” Elliott stated.
“I’m Cash, by the way. Britt’s boyfriend.” I stuck out my hand and Elliott took it. Even though we went to the Toronto concert and briefly attended the after party, I hadn’t met the guys because Britt and I quickly left to have alone time.
“Nice to meet you.”
I stood there for a moment, feeling the tension in the room. Silas needed help, and not just from his family or friends. He needed serious help, the kind only professionals could provide.
The sound of footsteps broke the silence, as Britt and her mom returned from Silas’s room.
“Is he awake?” I asked.
Britt shook her head. “He’s still out. They gave him lorazepam to help him sleep.”
I nodded, glancing at Elliott, who seemed just as drained as everyone else. I wasn’t sure if it was from dealing with Silas’s downward spiral, or maybe because he’d had a concert the night before. Either way, I knew what needed to be said, but I also knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Elliott, I need to talk to him when he wakes up.” I sat next to him on the couch. “He can’t keep doing this. He needs rehab—some kind of structured support system—to help him through.”
The look in his eyes said he knew it was coming. He leaned against the back of the couch and exhaled slowly. “You’re right. I don’t know how to get him to go, though. And we’re not done with the tour. We still have about six weeks left.”
“Can you cancel the tour?” Kevin asked. “Or replace him?”
Elliott’s eyes widened. “We can’t replace Silas. I’d rather cancel the whole damn thing and get him the help he needs.”
“Then do that,” Britt urged.
“It’s not up to just me.”
