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"Don't look at me." She said as she shook on the coach staring at the ground.

"Brianna, you can't just smoke *** and pass out with an open fire right next to you, you're going to hurt yourself! You're being reckless."

"I know how disappointed in me you are right now. And believe me, I am incredibly sorry I have done this this you. But you don't understand what I went through to get away from this, Cole. I found some pills in that old box in the closet.. Hydrocodones, the big ones. AAdd I took them. I didn't even think, next thing I knew, I was swallowing two pills down with a glass of sweet tea and my heart was pumping. Blood pulsing. I forgot the lust of my old abusive habit. And instantly, I wanted to be sober. I couldn't believe how incredibly stupid I had just been and I couldn't take it back. Hours of feeling this and hating myself for it and then Having to look you in the eye and tell you what I'd done. God I'm sorry. I broke. I didn't think... "

 

.......she started to weep but kept trying to cover her face to hide it. Her mind racing wondering what he was thinking, was this the last straw. Was this the moment he decided she was no longer good for him. What had she done. Why was she so addicted to aflfiction.

 

He took a long sigh, gave her one quick glance and quickly looked away with a look of despair on his face. She had broke him and she knew it. He grabbed his keys and his shoes and left in his truck down the road. She sat on the porch weeping. What could she do? When would the day come that she was no longer addicted to anything? When would she control her urges and be the woman he deserved.

 

Or was that just who she was.

 

How it was is how it'll never be. And it will be will be nothing like it was. ♡

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