" You think I have an alcohol problem? You re talking about rehab? I lift my palms in complete disbelief. Dad? Mom? I turn imploringly. I didn t drink for like over three weeks after I came here, almost four! An alcoholic wouldn t go more than four hours. I f****d up once, and you want to condemn me to a f*****g rehab center. What the hell is wrong with you? My temper chooses to dominate over wounded pride and pain."
Miss. Predictable!
" I think it s more than booze, Sophie. I don t know what else you kids are taking nowadays, but saying you were spiked.... Did you take drugs? He is deadly serious, and it rips a hole right through my heart. Betrayal at its worst."
" Drugs? Are you f*****g kidding me? You know how I feel about drugs, Dad! Why are you even saying this to m
