30 Nights with God by Deborah C. Cruce

Author:Deborah C. Cruce [Cruce, Deborah C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781512778304
Publisher: WestBow Press
Published: 2017-05-08T04:00:00+00:00

Day Twenty

November 25

The day dawned clear and cold. Tired and emotionally drained, I requested to skip the group meeting and just meet with Aimee this afternoon. I didn’t want to deal with a new addition to our group today. Mabel had delivered the “request denied” without any explanation.

I left my room at 9:55 and walked the halls toward the meeting room on auto pilot. I was present, yet not. Some part of me recognized that a portion of my brain was off processing the revelations from the weekend. I hadn’t heard Mabel though she had been speaking to me. And I had asked questions about her weekend at least twice. Mabel had answered my re-questions without hesitation. She had been downright gentle with me this morning, sensing my distraction. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

Laughter greeted me as I entered the meeting room, and I looked for the source. A young woman, sitting next to Doc, in my chair no less, was laughing. No one else was laughing and I perceived an uncomfortable tension because of it.

“Savannah, I must ask you to refrain from that kind of humor. We are not here to tease or criticize or put down one another. We are here to listen, empathize, and help each other.”

The new girl watched me take the seat across from them and next to Stephen, who appeared to be the brunt of her humor.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just trying to break the ice.”

“Let me handle that, okay?” Aimee said. She opened her notebook and wrote something across the top. “Starting with Annie, why don’t we all introduce ourselves to Savannah?”

“I won’t be here that long. Daddy will have me out of here by lunch. No offense, but I don’t belong here. I’m sure it’s a great program, but it’s not for me.”

Savannah was a spoiled rich child. What had brought her to Safe Haven?

“Just in case Daddy lets you stay a couple days, I think we will continue with the introductions.”

“Whatever.”

Savannah studied her French manicure and her diamond watch with a bored air about her as the rest of us told her our names. I complied because I certainly could see that Aimee had her hands full with this one.

Aimee started talking but Missy Girl couldn’t stop fidgeting with her watch, then her sandals, then her fingernails, until finally I got up and went across to stand in front of her.

“Elizabeth?” Aimee questioned me.

“Ignoring her isn’t working for me.” And before either could act, I grabbed her arm and pushed her sleeve up, revealing the needle marks. “Lie to us, lie to Aimee, and lie to your daddy, but stop lying to yourself. You are an addict. You have a problem. And you’ll be dead soon if you don’t get help.”

“Who do you think—”

“Doesn’t matter. You need to choose. Live or die. We’ve seen both in this class. One chose to die and we buried her last week. One chose to live and he went home on Friday.

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