How My Little Crazy Family Started (Part One)

Whether he was putting game on me or not, I fell right into it hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes or my hands off this person, he was the same. Now we are on our way back to his sisters and I start crying because I don’t want to stay there anymore and didn’t know what to do. He said, I’m not going to leave you alone here with a bunch of crack heads. Keep in mind crack has never been, and will never be, my drug of choice. So he stayed with me, we were up all night talking and talking. By this time I’m really detoxing and my emotions, thoughts, and priorities are all totally out of wack.

The next day I decide to snap out, leave fighting with my friends, went home and got high for a couple days. I talked to him every night about everything and anything. Like I said I found myself completely trusting and opening up to this guy. One day he tells me, that’s it ... pack your bags your coming back. My friend (his sister) came back to get me. I spend one night there alone and couldn’t handle it. He showed up at the house the next morning and said get your stuff you’re coming with me. Ok then, I don’t know you. I’m all messed up wondering what he wanted with a girl like me I don’t know. I was at my worse. I looked awful, and to say what did he. He took me to his mom’s house where he stayed. He kept me in his room and didn’t let me leave. He stayed up with me for nights on end while I detoxed, held my hair when I puked, and just held me when I would start spazzing out. He was literally climbing the walls with me the whole time. He bathed me and when I got my appetite back he cooked and fed me, held me and held me and held me and promised me I would be ok. Before I new it, five months went by, I got completely clean, and was so in love.

I have never ever felt these feelings before for anyone. So intense, overwhelming, so fucking real. We just never left each others sides. I slowly started visiting my mom, talking to my dad again, and my life really started getting itself on track.