I'm In Trouble I'm An Addict Novels & Stories

I took another bite. Laura immediately let out a laugh. She understood. Addie had caused so much shame in the Johnston family. She ran away with her father's car and returned when she felt like, she had gotten tattoos at an early age, she had piercings everywhere, she wore black and everyone at school called her the preachers goth kid. She was always negative about everything and whenever Laura and I would build a snowman she would always show up to destroy then laugh. I never had a sibling but Addie always made me relieved that I didn't have one. Everyone expected her to get pregnant at sixteen or be some kind of failure so this was really some stupefying information. "Jeremy is the name, y

he paused, choosing his words carefully, "she's struggling with a cocaine addiction. She's been in and out of rehab, trying to get clean. If she acts strange or seems off today, just understand she's dealing with a lot and trying her best." I sat there processing everything, my mind racing. This afternoon was going to be far more complicated than I'd imagined.

If I had wallowed in self pity after being sold at a young age instead of working for my future, I wouldn’t be here today. “No.” I said in response to her request and her eyes snapped up to meet mine. “No? Why not? You already said that money isn’t a problem for you, you said you’ll take care of my debt so I would go with you and that costs more than getting me a few pills.” She said. “I’m not helping you damage your system even more. I won’t help your addiction.” “I’m not addicted, you don’t understand, I need it.” She said to me with panicked eyes.

My name is trending under two hashtags, one about trafficking and one about sex in rehab. I close the app, but it keeps playing in my head. Edward? Oh, baby, he was fucking me every night in rehab. I am done. There is no spin. No fix. I am completely and fully fucked. My phone buzzes again... it’s my father.

would come. Because she was already addicted. And addicts don’t walk away clean.

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

The woman, who served as the chairperson, asked, her warm and understanding eyes locked onto mine. I felt my throat tighten, a mix of anxiety and relief flooding through me. I awkwardly waved at the diverse group of faces that turned their attention towards me. "Hi, everyone," I began, my voice trembling ever so slightly, "I'm Cindy, and I guess I'm here because... well, I'm an addict, but it's not like I'm a hardcore one." My voice steadied as I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I mean, I have my sober moments, but lately, it's been a struggle. I've been feeling this pull, this urge to go down that dark path again, and I really don't want to."

I answer him calmly and it only seems to be pissing him off even more. "This is ridiculous, you're treating me like I'm an addict, but I'm not. I only take those drugs to take the edge off sometimes, or when I want to forget. Believe me Damian, I don't have a problem." He tells me and right then and there, I see my baby brother and not the addict he has become and somewhere deep down, I want to believe him.

I’ve never shared my pathetic story with anyone after that, not even Bethany. My addiction has caused me so much pain and I’m in trouble with the drug lords. I’m now stuck with a pervert who doesn’t understand that a stripper is not a whore. He has been trying to screw me since he took me from the party, he is such a moron if he thinks I am going to fuck him besides, he’s my spec.