Part 2.
Part //✌️
Ten or so faces all glared at me from around this huge pine, farmhouse dining table. Most with scowls on their faces. Like a child just robbed of their sweets.
My heart was so heavy, that Hercules himself couldn’t have held it. I got the impression instantly that I wasn’t welcome. I was right.
Before I agreed to come here, it was on the understanding that I would be sent to an all-female facility, hence my childhood.
I was also reassured there would be a member of staff from this all-female ‘Christian rehab’ there to welcome me when I arrived & would run through how life and day-to-day activities worked here.
Finally, there would also be another girl there. Who, if wasn’t English herself would be able to fluently speak and understand it, to share our time here together. To make it, as easy as possible, going through detox and recovery together. If none of these were promised, I probably wouldn’t have gone.
So when none of these statements came to fruition, you can imagine my fear and panic.
