Rehab

“What are we waiting for?” Eleanor asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. he shook his head before escaping a sigh through his lips.



“Nothing, it’s just --” he doesn’t finish his words, instead he lets the words fade off as he tugged his tie down a little. Parker felt as if the temperature had risen to a point where he felt suffocated by it even though they were outside blanketed by the autumn’s biting air. Eleanor’s expression was passive -- void of emotion, and Parker grew more and more uncomfortable from her blank stare. He didn’t know how to form a right sentence without upsetting her. He knew she would be raging with fury if he told her he had changed his mind.



“I’m leaving, are you coming with me, or not?” she choked, wetness glimmering her dark blue eyes. Guilt rushed through him when he saw a flash of hurt and betrayal in her eyes. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, but she roughly pulled away and turned her body away from him.



“You told me -- you,” she blurted, but then something washed over her and she started to calm down. “You will never see my face if you don’t take me out this place.” It wasn’t anger that coated her words, but Parker didn’t know exactly what it was. Her eyes were dark and empty -- he had seen that look before. When he had first met her -- a broken girl who wanted an escape.



“Eleanor, we can’t leave -- they’ll catch us,” Parker said sadly.



Eleanor forced a laugh. “I can’t believe you right now. This place -- this -- I’m wasting here.”



“It’s just, we can’t leave here. We can’t leave rehab.”