The misfits, as I like to call them all walked into my hospital room followed by Steve. Each held a concerned look on their face, as though me being here hurt them as much as it hurt me. I felt like I had been run over by an 18 wheeler and I was in a lot of pain. I would move if I could but all I could do was just lay there and look into their eyes with shame and despair. It was embarrassing to be laying here in this bed after what had happened. So I avoided their eyes and shamefully looked at my hands, choosing to stay silent because I couldn’t find the right words to say.
I wished I could disappear at this moment and for the earth to swallow me whole. It felt so much more real right now and it was so obvious that I had a problem and I felt ashamed of myself. I felt ashamed of putting up a fight when Steve only tried to help me because if only I had listened I wouldn’t be here.
A small part of me wished
Everyone was being extra careful around me and I had no time alone. I was always with someone, always had nurses around me and if it wasn’t the nurses, it was one of the misfits. I’ve come to see the misfits as the family that I’ve never had. Each person has a special place in my heart and no words can describe how I appreciate everything they have done for me. They would go out of their way to make sure that I was comfortable, never lonely and smiling. Everything from our casual conversation to Jimmy’s hilarious stand up shows that he would do for my own viewing pleasure was helping me get better.It wasn’t only the misfits who were always there for me, I think it goes without saying that Zale has been the most supportive and patient person in my life. It moves me to think about how he visits me every day and sits with me in my room while we talk about anything and everything and he’ll bring little cute gifts that will put a smil
Dark burgundy walls with golden intricate designs and big diamond chandeliers decorated the high level penthouse. The furnishings of the room were high end and the kind that seemed to only be there for display and not for touching because of their hefty price but he couldn’t care less because he had plenty of money to afford more than this $17 million penthouse.Nude blonde haired and blue eyes women were walking around the penthouse, enjoying the taste of the man’s endless supply of the world’s most expensive alcohol. The sound of pleasure filled moans carried out through the home from the master bedroom where the man was silent on the phone.He was sitting back on his bed as several whores surrounded him and rubbed and touched his body. He shivered in excitement when two girls began to play with his dick, fondling it and spitting on it, just the way he liked. He'd taken his viagra so he was ready to go
"I'm..." I paused and looked at the faces of the people I now called family, unable to stop the happy tear that escaped me as I looked at every single one of them, "I'm happy," I said. Meaning the words for the first time in my life, "I'm so happy," I laughed through my tears and they all smiled at me, laughing as well and dabbing at their eyes.Maddy stood up first and came to my side, hugging me tightly and I let her warm body give me the comfort I've come to love from her, "I don't think about the drugs as much. I do crave them, Steve, but I don't need them like I did before. And I just," I smiled, "I'm proud of myself.""I'm proud of you," Steve said as he stood up and walked towards me, crouching down and holding my hand."Come on guys, group hug," Maddy called Dylan and the rest of them and they all stood up laughing and talking about how much they hate hugs b
"Alright," I could hear Zale pacing around in my bedroom as I stood in my bathroom, after having taken a shower, "the wedding planner is waiting for us in the formal sitting room, so hurry up," he said for the fifth time because I was taking forever.Which is true, I was taking forever because I was doing my make-up. I was delicately applying a false eyelash because I wanted to look smoking. It feels like forever since I actually looked decent. I almost threw up at the horrifying sight of me when I saw myself in the mirror this morning.I wonder how Zale was able to kiss me all those times and I wonder how the hell people let me walk around looking like that."Just a minute," I sang as I rubbed my lips together and then smiled at my beautiful reflection, feeling free and happy. I lazily tied the silk robe around me before I went to unlock the door."Hey, Zale," I called softly and waite
"Oh damn," Zale whistled as I met him by the foyer and he extended his hand for me to take, spinning me slowly so he could see me in my outfit. I was dressed in a sophisticated pure white pantsuit with a white blouse underneath the jacket. I had on a pair of sensible heels and my hair was brushed to perfection.
The second we returned home and walked into his bedroom, Zale strode towards me. When he reached me, he threw me on the bed and climbed on after me. He balanced on his knees over me, pulling the buttons of his pants open impatiently.I laid where I had fallen and watched as he reached down and tore the shirt I was wearing, ripping it from me and revealing my dark nipples. His hands went into my pants and pulled them off with rough motions.I couldn’t find any words to say because I was anticipating this, all I wanted was him and I didn’t want to fill the air with any empty words. The air was filled with our heavy breaths as he made quick movement to give me the relief we both needed sexually.He flipped me onto my belly, putting his hands under my hips and lifted me. He was on me and then inside me in a moment, kneeing my legs apart, finding the angle and plunging into my softn
A lot of girls grow up with dreams and visions about how their special day will be and I’ve come across many girls who have described to me the perfect princess fairy tale. Almost every young girl wanted a big ball gown and the carriage with white horses. They all pictured themselves getting married in a castle to their perfect Prince Charming.But because of the kind of living environment that I had grown up in, I wasn’t afforded a chance to dream of a better life and imagine my future. I was forced to deal with the deep and dark present nightmare that I called my life.And even when I had grown up and I turned 30 years old, I never thought that anyone would still want to settle down to me. I also didn’t plan on settling down with anyone because I didn’t think that I was capable of loving a man or a woman at any point and time in my life. Yet here I was, going wedding dress shopping with
"I'm going to go see Hadassah," I told Zale as I stepped out of the shower with him and avoided his eyes. It was because I knew exactly how he would react when I told him. Zale blames Hadassah for my overdose and I’ve argued with him and tried to explain to him that it was all entirely my fault and I had manipulated Hadassah for my own wants. Zale refuses to see it that way, to him, if Hadassah actually cared about me, she wouldn’t have brought me the drugs.He does have a point but I refuse to blame Hadassah because it was my decision to take the drugs and I take full responsibility for it."Why?" he asked me, furrowing his eyebrows, as he looked down at me and I matched the intensity of his gaze."Because she's my friend and I want to invite her to the wedding.""I don't like her," he said with a frown and I sighed. Zale had been so upset after my overdose and