Reality to Royalty
written by Jessica Hallet
When Lissa is sent to Surry, England to go to rehab she finds out that maybe rehab isn't so bad.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
Reads
592
The Meeting
Chapter 3
When the plane landed 5 hours later Lissa was happy to be off the plane. She didn’t hate flying it was just the take off and landing she hated the most. When the plane touched down in London, United Kingdom from Pittsburgh. She collected her bags from baggage claim and decided to head down to an bar to get drunk one last time, but then she remembered that her mother said someone was going to pick her up, groaning she headed towards the terminal, looking around she spotted several men holding up signs. One of those signs had her name on it. She quickly walked over to the man I told him that was me and he nodded. They quickly got to the rehab center and Lissa was checked in but her bags had to go through inspection to ensure no drugs nor alcohol were in her bags.
They gave her a room which was room 222, Lissa had to laugh her Nascar drivers drove the 2 and 22 car. Sitting down on the bed Lissa realized that she was truly alone and her friends were nowhere to be found. Quietly her door opened and a young man stuck his head in and asked if he could come in she nodded and he entered with someone following him. This person looked around the room spotting her purse asked if ‘anything’ could be used as a weapon. Lissa shook her head and said,
“ I only have my wallet in there.”
Looking away she stared at her bed. This bed wasn’t comfortable as the one at home, but, for the next 180-200 days it was hers. Sighing she thought back to the last time she got drunk. It had been a blast, she was drunk enough to forget everything that had happened but still sober enough to know her limit. That night she went to sleep hoping this nightmare would go away, but, the next morning there she was getting breakfast in the rehab that she didn’t even think she belonged there.
This Day 1/19/2017:
Lissa’s Point of view:
I woke up with this pounding headache. God what the hell happened last night? That is when I noticed the bed was uncomfortable and the smell wasn’t too nice either. It smelled like an sterile room in a hospital and I know I wasn’t in a hospital because the bed didn’t have the controls to move it up and down. God what is wrong with me I let down my own family because of what wanting to get drunk and high with my friends.
I guess I might as well get up today. Getting off the bed I thought back to the boy, no man, who came into my room last night he looked familiar I just couldn't put my finger on who he was. Walking into the ‘cafeteria’ I saw him sitting all alone while everyone was in groups. Getting my food i started to walk over to him, placing my food down in front of him I quickly sat down looking at him I asked,
“Why are you all the way over here alone? Did you kill someone and they are making you do this because you were really on drugs?”
He looked around and shook his head saying,
“You don’t know who I am?”
I looked around and said,
“No.”
He then in a quiet voice said,
“Prince Henry of Wales, but call me Harry, Nice to meet you!” There was this cheerful voice in my head that thought wow a prince and one whom I know of.
Holding out my hand I introduce myself,
“Clarissa Jasmine Mallory of the good ol’ US of A!” Smiling I felt his hand touch mine and there was that spark, I knew he felt it too because he looked into my eyes as if he was looking into my soul.
At that exact moment the director of the rehab center came in and told us we had group therapy and then one on one with a counselor who would be helping us through the journey. Sighing I quickly got up and threw my food away. Following the director, Amilie, I couldn’t help but think about the movie ‘The Prince and I’.
We sat around in a circle, Men on one side women on the other, in the middle of the seats two counselors were sitting with what looked like an attendance sheet. I rolled my eyes and thought that this couldn’t get any stupider than it did. They had us sit in alphabet order, well everyone but Harry he got lucky and was able to sit next to me. Looking at him I could see why girls fell in love with him. Baby blue eyes, red hair, amazing smile. Looking at the red hair I snickered and thought about the Weasley’s whom all had red hair.
The director started off by stating her name, where she was from and why she did this and it went around the room up until it got to me. I just said my name and then went silent. The director wanted me to say more but I felt the urge not to. I shook my head and she sighed.
They gave her a room which was room 222, Lissa had to laugh her Nascar drivers drove the 2 and 22 car. Sitting down on the bed Lissa realized that she was truly alone and her friends were nowhere to be found. Quietly her door opened and a young man stuck his head in and asked if he could come in she nodded and he entered with someone following him. This person looked around the room spotting her purse asked if ‘anything’ could be used as a weapon. Lissa shook her head and said,
“ I only have my wallet in there.”
Looking away she stared at her bed. This bed wasn’t comfortable as the one at home, but, for the next 180-200 days it was hers. Sighing she thought back to the last time she got drunk. It had been a blast, she was drunk enough to forget everything that had happened but still sober enough to know her limit. That night she went to sleep hoping this nightmare would go away, but, the next morning there she was getting breakfast in the rehab that she didn’t even think she belonged there.
This Day 1/19/2017:
Lissa’s Point of view:
I woke up with this pounding headache. God what the hell happened last night? That is when I noticed the bed was uncomfortable and the smell wasn’t too nice either. It smelled like an sterile room in a hospital and I know I wasn’t in a hospital because the bed didn’t have the controls to move it up and down. God what is wrong with me I let down my own family because of what wanting to get drunk and high with my friends.
I guess I might as well get up today. Getting off the bed I thought back to the boy, no man, who came into my room last night he looked familiar I just couldn't put my finger on who he was. Walking into the ‘cafeteria’ I saw him sitting all alone while everyone was in groups. Getting my food i started to walk over to him, placing my food down in front of him I quickly sat down looking at him I asked,
“Why are you all the way over here alone? Did you kill someone and they are making you do this because you were really on drugs?”
He looked around and shook his head saying,
“You don’t know who I am?”
I looked around and said,
“No.”
He then in a quiet voice said,
“Prince Henry of Wales, but call me Harry, Nice to meet you!” There was this cheerful voice in my head that thought wow a prince and one whom I know of.
Holding out my hand I introduce myself,
“Clarissa Jasmine Mallory of the good ol’ US of A!” Smiling I felt his hand touch mine and there was that spark, I knew he felt it too because he looked into my eyes as if he was looking into my soul.
At that exact moment the director of the rehab center came in and told us we had group therapy and then one on one with a counselor who would be helping us through the journey. Sighing I quickly got up and threw my food away. Following the director, Amilie, I couldn’t help but think about the movie ‘The Prince and I’.
We sat around in a circle, Men on one side women on the other, in the middle of the seats two counselors were sitting with what looked like an attendance sheet. I rolled my eyes and thought that this couldn’t get any stupider than it did. They had us sit in alphabet order, well everyone but Harry he got lucky and was able to sit next to me. Looking at him I could see why girls fell in love with him. Baby blue eyes, red hair, amazing smile. Looking at the red hair I snickered and thought about the Weasley’s whom all had red hair.
The director started off by stating her name, where she was from and why she did this and it went around the room up until it got to me. I just said my name and then went silent. The director wanted me to say more but I felt the urge not to. I shook my head and she sighed.
