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Elana had just finished signing her papers to be released from rehab, she had been her for a year and had seen her mother a total of four times. She had called her mom a week ago when she found out she was being released, she never answered, but Lana left a message hoping maybe she would come pick her up. Lana stuffed her belongings into her tattered black Jansport back pack, which was all of a few photos two changes of cloths and a few photos she didn’t have much going n and she preferred to keep it that way. She made her way out of her room and out to the front of the Rehab center, she sat on the bench waiting for her mother even though she was sure she wouldn’t come.

After a few hours of waiting around she finally decided to walk home. She wanted to give her mother the benefit of the doubt, but she knew her mother simply didn’t really care about her. The walk home was long, yet relaxing. She was trying to mentally prepare herself for being in the real world once again. When she finally reached her house she grabbed for the door knob but it seemed locked. She let out a sigh and a knot started to grow in her stomach. She hesitated but eventually knocked. An unfamiliar man answered the door.

“Can I help you?” he asked, confused.

“Um, I’m sorry to bother you but is there by chance a Charlotte Harvard here?” She asked her voice was shaking a bit.
The man frowned gently “No I’m sorry, she moved away about seven months ago, I have her address though if you want it, I have to reroute her mail.” He offered in a kind tone.

Lana swallowed hard, the words hit her hard, she took a deep breath “That would be great.” She managed to get out.
The man handed her a slip of paper

1483 Bayard Avenue

She knew the street it was the rich part of town, how the hell had her mother managed that. It was only about a few miles, it was near Lana’s old high school. She didn’t want to go, her mother had just picked up and left without even a warning. But, Lana had nowhere else to go. So many things ran through her head on the walk over there, dark twisted thoughts of killing and dismembering her mother, that would teach her Lana thought, but as Lana turned on Bayard she quickly shook the thoughts. Her eyes went from address to address. Finally stopping in front of a huge gated house. She was greeted at the gate by her Pit BullReptar. There was a code for the gate but Lana didn’t bother she saw her mom’s sports car and she’s rather surprise her. The dog wagged it’s tail happily jumping up and down.

Lana threw her back pack over the fence before attempting to climb it. Though slipping, one of the sharp spikes cutting her hand open. She made a pained noise as blood started to stream from the new wound. Finally she jumped down on the other side of the fence, Reptar jumping up on her. She knelt down petting the dog with her healthy hand. She kissed his snout, before standing back up and heading up the long drive way towards the house, Reptar in tow happily following her. She didn’t bother knocking on the door she quietly opened the door letting the dog in with her, shutting it quietly behind her. The inside of the house was stunning.

“Charlotte, dear were going to be late if you don’t hurry. This is an…” a man stated though stopping when he saw Lana standing in the entry way. “Excuse me can I help you?”the man standing in front of Lana was her mother’s type, he was older and sophisticated, dressed in a nice suite. Lana’s breathing quickened a bit as she tried to explain herself.

“I’m…um…uh…I’m…” but before she could answer, she saw her mother coming down the elegant staircase dressed in an expensive dress.

“Baby?” Her mother said in a soft stunned tone. No ne hardly called her by her real name unless they were mad at her, Lana even debated once or twice whether she should just change her name to Baby. “How did you…I mean, Your out?” she was trying to pick her words wisely, though she seemed speechless.

“Yeah, Mom.” She said plainly.

The man cleared his throat as a sign for someone to explain. Charlotte shook her head quickly. “Oh, sorry love, This is my daughter, that I was telling you about, Bab…Elana.” He mother said introducing her. “Baby, this is my husband Doctor Victor Otto.” She smiled nervously.

Victor smiled “It’s a pleasure, you told me how she wasn’t well, but you didn’t tell me she was a spitting image of you.” He chuckled lightly. “I do hate to call this reunion off but we do have to be somewhere. Please make yourself at home. Alphonse.” He called a butler appearing next to him “Please show Miss Harvard to one of our guest rooms.” He said taking Lana’s mom by the hand as they headed out, Charlotte stopped quickly “When I get home will have to catch up.” She said kissing her cheek quickly as she left.

Lana stood frozen, as she tried to process everything. Her mother had remarried, to a doctor. She felt sick to her stomach. It was only when the butler spoke that she had to quickly gain control of her erratic thoughts. She followed the butler to the room, which seemed more like an unwelcoming hotel suite. She thanked the butler and waited for him to leave before the tears fell from her eyes, she was screaming on the inside. She ran to the bathroom frantically searching through the drawers. Everything from rehab all the stupid talks, the exercises had just been tossed out the window. She couldn’t find anything she came back out of the bathroom spotting a handheld mirror on the dresser. She quickly broke the mirror small pieces of glass imbedding into her hand, She gripped the biggest, sharpest piece of glass pricing it to the pale skin on her wrist and dragging it across, feeling immediate satisfaction and she started to feel better as she watched the blood drip on to her pants, tears still streaming down her cheeks. The pain in her wrist gave her chills it felt good to her and within the span of two minutes she had fallen right back in to the dark hole, Rehab hadn’t changed her.