Page 34 of Addicted to You
Silas was quiet for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. “Okay. I’ll go.”
Britt exhaled in relief, stepping forward to hug him. “Thank you. And we’ll all be here for you to help you through your recovery.”
I stood back, letting them have their moment. This wasn’t the end, but it was a step in the right direction. Silas had made the decision. Now, we just had to make sure he stuck to it.
13
Silas
Usually,I’d dive into the Mexican takeout set up on my kitchen island, but my appetite was almost non-existent. I added some rice, beans, and a flour tortilla to my plate and took a seat at the dining table I rarely used.
My parents, Britt, and Cash had been in town for over twenty-four hours, and while I was grateful that they cared enough to drop everything and fly to California, having them in my space was starting to get to me.
Mom eyed my plate. “Is that all you’re going to eat? You didn’t have much for breakfast or lunch either.”
“Just haven’t been hungry,” I grumbled, ripping off a piece of tortilla.
It felt as though everyone’s eyes were on me, and when I looked up, I found that it wasn’t my imagination.
Except for Cash.
He was the only person who didn’t seem to be watching me with suspicion. While he had been the most insistent about rehab, he wasn’tfussing over me or acting like I was about to run out of my apartment to score some drugs. Maybe it was because of his job, and he had more knowledge about my current situation than my parents or even my sister. But whatever it was, I appreciated how he treated me the same as he had the other times we’d been around each other.
“I can make you something else if you don’t want Mexican food.” Mom started to get up.
“You don’t need to do that. If I want something else, I’ll get it.”
“Okay.” She sighed. “If you change your mind?—”
“Mom, stop,” I snapped. “I’m fine.”
“Silas—” Dad’s voice held a hint of warning, but before he could say anything else, Britt spoke up.
“We’re just worried about you.”
I pushed my plate away. “I get that, but having you all watching me like you expect me to pull out some coke and snort a line right here at the dining table isn’t helping either.”
“That’s not what we’re doing,” Dad argued.
I lifted a brow. “It’s not? Because that’s what it feels like. I’ve already agreed to go to rehab.”
“You scared the hell out of everyone,” Britt shot back. “So you’ll have to excuse us if we aren’t handling the situation perfectly.”
I rubbed my hand over my face. “I know I did, and I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how it felt when you heard the news. But having everyone hovering over me isn’t helping either.”
“He’s right,” Cash agreed with me, causing Britt to turn her head and glare at him. “He’s going to rehab, and he’s got people here who are willing to help him, but making him feel like he can’t breathe doesn’t do him any good.”
“Is that really how you feel?” Mom asked.
I nodded. “I know you mean well, but I have a lot to do before I check into a place, and it would be easier if you weren’t watching me every second of the day.”
Dad wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Okay. We’ll head back to Boston tomorrow, but you need to promise to callsomeone if you need anything or are struggling. The guys said they’re here for you and we can book a flight to come right back if you change your mind.”
“Okay. Thank you.” My eyes locked with Cash’s, and I hoped he knew most of my gratitude was directed at him for stepping in.
After everyone finished eating, my mom started cleaning up the kitchen while my dad and Britt began to look for flights home.
I stood and glanced at Cash. “Can I talk to you out on the balcony?”
