Her Addiction

Prologue.

So I know no one casted as yet...but I can't wait to start this story, because I have so many ideas for this story and I'm afraid I will forget them. So being that I have other things jumbled on my mind I'm going to start the story. But if you still interested in casting (probably not) I'll keep the main character anonymous. Casting ends next Tuesday. I'll continue the story with my own characters if that's the case. Thanks.

"I'll be right back goonies, I'm going to go make this main drop. If anything happens, y'all know what to do."

"Iight. See you later Junie."

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I texted Junie '5029'. Which was our code,if he ever got caught. A decent 20 minutes later, I heard muffled screaming. I went upstairs and took care of the noise. Coming back down,as soon as I went to sit down on the couch, the doorbell rung. There Junie was,standing infront of the door with a black hoodie covering his face.

"Hurry up and give me my money girl, I got shit to do"

"Why you gotta be disrespectful, all the fucking time. And why don't ever come and check on us?"

"Because I.Got.Shit.To.Do. I thought I made that pretty clear when I came in."

"You got better shit to do than to come see us? You know I'm in no condition to this on my own."

"I'm giving you money ain't I??"

"Nigga you know its the other way around don't start."

"Why we gotta go through this every time I come around, I didn't come over here to baby your drug addict ass."

Now I'm starting to tear up. Only because I have so many responsibilities, at such a young age. But I sucked it up because I didn't want him to think of me as a 'weak hoe' ,as he likes to say.

" Whatever Junie. Here's your money"

I pulled out $350 from my knife drawer. I only put my money there when I'm about to take it out. Otherwise, it's in my closet safe, it's not like there's much there anyway.

Junie walked out and slammed the door behind him. As soon as I heard him pull out the driveway,I ran upstairs. I jumped I into my bed, swallowed myself into the covers and cried so hard. I eventually started bawling my eyes out, as if I was a newborn baby coming out the womb.

"What am I going to do with my life?" I muffled to myself.

I was just going through it all. Bad decisions and good, all jumbled together. I didn't know what to do with myself. So I went to Junie for help. He introduced me to it all. He is the reason I am in this damn predicament I'm in. But I'm happy he gave me life. Drugs does every thing to me. It soothes me and it makes me think 'What the fuck am doing for myself? Why am I here? Why am I going down this road? Am I fit for this life?' And it puts me in deep...I eventually think myself out of my high. Man I be so tight.

I know that you are confused into as what is happening, because I have such a chaotic life. Hell, I'm confused myself. But let's take it back to where it all begun. Where it all was just peachy. Why I was a happy 21 year old and not a drugged 22 year old. Where I was smart but too much into stupid love.

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What did you guys think? I liked it. Still waiting for casting. Thanks.

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