To Write Love on Her Arms Page #3

I'm here because I have a drug problem.

Not prescription drug problem.

You ever been diagnosed

with any mood disorders?

Miss Yohe?

I don't see how that has

anything to do with anything. Sorry.

How long have you

been off your medication?

Are you gonna let me in or no?

Is my audition finished?

You need a dance

or a little song or something?

No, but I do need to see your arm.

Congratulations, guys.

You brought me to the only rehab

that doesn't take drug addicts.

I didn't make the cut, let's go.

- This isn't a detox center, you know that.

- Yeah, but...

You need to bring her

back when she's clean.

- Are you kidding me?

- Like... Is that a joke?

- Guys...

- Guys, just give me a second.

Conrad, let her detox here.

What's the problem?

We're not equipped, we're not insured

to deal with detoxing.

You can't take drug addicts?

Then who gets rehabbed here?

Bring her back in five days.

She can't sit in a room

without drugs for five days.

That's why we came here.

That's why she's here.

Okay, everybody just needs to calm down.

No, you don't understand how hard it was

to get her here.

Stop! Stop! This is why I can't.

Let's just go, please.

My God. Who does that?

So how do you know this girl?

We just met.

Come on, let her in.

Look, you saw her arm.

She could trigger the other girls. I can't...

I can't risk a fresh cut.

You know the deal, David.

Just bring her back.

Hey.

Where you been,

why haven't I seen you at meetings lately?

You know, business.

Yeah. I know bullshit.

This might be a very good thing

to happen for you, you know.

- Nothing is happening to me.

- Five days, no drugs, no new cuts.

I can't commit to that!

Well, I remember somebody

committing to that for you.

- You're an a**hole.

- Bring her back.

I can't do that.

Wow, I haven't seen your parents

in, like, forever.

Yeah, me neither.

- Renee!

- Hey, baby!

Oh, my God, I haven't seen you in forever.

Think you can stay?

April, honey, go inside, please.

Can Renee come in?

Honey, inside, please.

- Hey, Dad.

- Hello, Renee.

I...

I'm gonna go to rehab in a few days.

Good, good, that's really good.

And I just need to...

Actually, I was wondering if I could

stay here for, like, just until I go.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

Crap.

He's not gonna let her stay.

Can she stay at your place?

No. My dad's not into sleepovers.

Not since my mom died.

She can stay with me.

Yeah, that's a great idea, Dylan.

What's wrong with his?

I don't know.

Just his mother being a raging alcoholic

might get in the way. No big deal.

Dad, I literally don't have anywhere else

I can go.

I'm sorry. I promised myself

it wasn't going to happen again, okay?

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