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« Reply #30 on Jun 8, 2008, 6:54pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
“So Mr. Brown, what made you start doing drugs to begin with?” Dr. Jenkins asked me.
I had told her that I was addicted to drugs, instead of killing, how can you go in a psychiatrist’s office and say ‘hey I like killing people, but I have to take a break right now, because I set up a witness to one of my killings and it’s a lot of heat on me now’. So I walked in and said I was a recovering drug addict that was having cravings to start again, which was half true, because it had been a month and a half since the Ashanti drama. I would have to go to court and testify next week and wait another week, before I started again.
“I mean, times got hard and I got weak, I was exposed to it a lot as a child also,” I explained, telling half the truth.
I had killed my first person at the age of twelve. I had nightmares about it almost every night. I had been sleep for a while that night, when I heard a lot of noise in the living room. At the time me and my mom were living with one of her friends that she worked with. I walked into the living room and saw Susan, the lady we were living with, passed out on the floor with blood coming from her mouth and my mom was on the ground, while some man stood over her chocking her. She looked over at me with tears in her eyes and I ran to the kitchen and got 2 knives. I walked back in the room and for some reason, I wasn’t nervous at all, like I should have been. I walked up behind the man and lodged the knife into his back, he didn’t even see it coming. He instantly released the grip from around mama’s neck and tried to stand up, before he could get up fully, I pulled his head back and slit his throat. I dropped the knife and finally let reality sink in, I looked down at the blood on my hands and looked over to see the man choking on his own blood. My mom ran to me and pulled me into a tight hug. She ran upstairs and I still stood there looking at my bloody hands. I don’t know how long I stood there, before my mom ran back downstairs with a packed bag and pulled me to the restroom to wash my hands, before we headed out of the house with our bags. We walked for what seemed like hours, until we made it to a train station.
“Look Chris, there was nothing wrong with what you did back there,” my mom said lifting my head, causing me to look back at my hands I could still see the blood, even though my hands were washed.
I turned my head to release her grip. I was extremely angry with my mom for the longest time, until I finally got rid of her. Nothing was the same after I killed the man that was choking her. She had to strip to support us and would come home drunk and high almost every night. That’s not why I got rid of her though; the alcohol and drugs had a negative effect on her and the way she acted. One night it got so bad that she tried to force me to have sex with her, I woke up to her with her mouth in a place that a mother shouldn’t have it on her child. I couldn’t take it any longer, so I solved the problem.
I came out of my thoughts after hearing Dr. Jenkins call my name a few times. I wiped the tears that were ready to leave my eyes quickly and looked over at her.
“I don’t know what you were thinking about then, but you looked like a completely different person, it was almost as if you transformed before my eyes,” she explained removing her glasses “do you want to tell me what you were thinking about?” she asked.
I stood up quickly and went to leave the office.
“Chris wait, here you should try these classes, it could really help you,” she said handing me a flyer with a number on it that explained the classes for recovering drug addicts.
“Thanx, I’ll try it.”
I walked from in the office and sat in my car thinking back on all the shit I had done and even saw all the faces of the people I had seen. The face that stood out the most wasn’t my moms, but the man I had killed, who my mother later revealed to be my father.
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« Reply #31 on Jun 18, 2008, 6:29pm » | |
Dman he killed both his parents that somethin serious anyway im glad u came back 2 da story keep writin
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« Reply #33 on Jul 26, 2008, 11:06pm » | |
“My name is Christopher Brown and I’m a recovering Heroin addict,” I said as the audience applauded and said hello, as I walked to the refreshment table and got a cup of coffee.
I looked around as I sipped my coffee and shook my head at these weak minded people. Letting something like drugs take over their lives, while I was struggling with a much stronger addiction. I finally looked up once I heard the voice of someone I hadn’t seen in a while. It was Naya and she said she was a Cocaine addict.
“I didn’t think I would be seeing you again,” I said startling her as I leaned against the wall and addressed her as she exited the room.
“Are you fuckin serious, are you following me or something?,” she asked with a shameful look on her face.
“Nah, never that, you got a lot of skeletons in ya closet huh?” I asked thinking back on all the things she was going through.
“You could say that, are you going to be at your co- worker’s trial tomorrow?” she asked as she looked through her purse for her keys, once we arrived at her car.
“Yea, I gotta take the stand, what about you, how did you find out?” I asked wondering how she knew about the trial.
“They said you mentioned my name while giving your alibi, and I need to be there to describe the relationship for the 2 of you.”
“Oh, ok, well I guess I’ll see you there.”
I walked into my house and saw Imani sitting on the couch with the television turned off and her arms folded across her chest.
“Where the hell have you been, you got off of work over 4 hours ago,” she said rolling her eyes at me.
“I had to go handle some stuff,” I simply replied.
“Do you want a divorce or something, because I can’t go through this shit all the time.” She replied becoming emotional.
“What, why the fuck you ask that, if I wanted one, I would tell you I wanted one,” I said.
“Well is it the baby, do you not want it anymore?” she asked with worry written on her face.
“I’ma tell you like this, I don’t really know if this baby is mine or not. I don’t think you would do something like cheat on me, but I got my doubts.”
“WHAT? What the fuck you mean you got doubts? It’s not like I’m some kinda whore who opens her legs for any and everybody.”
“WELL HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE SO FUCKIN SURE IT’S MINE WHEN WE HADN’T FUCKED IN OVER 4 MONTHS BEFORE YOU EVEN FOUND OUT?” I asked pissed that she was playing me for a fool.
“This baby is yours Chris, I used your sperm to get it,” she said with an evil look on her face.
“What the hell are you talking about Imani?”
“You remember how you had your sperm saved, for when the doctor finished my procedure to see if I could have kids? Well they never got rid of it, so I forged your signature and he artificially inseminated me.”
Before I could stop my self, I grabbed her neck and backed her into the refrigerator. This bitch had played me, I knew I should have never married her broke ass.
Let me tell you about Imani. I met her while I was in high school, one of my friends threw a party, and she was there. She had on this tight little dress that made me lose my mind. I hit the same night without argument. We had a friendship with benefits afterwards, we eventually made it official. I thought I could change her ways. She learned how to carry herself more like a lady than what she did when I first met her. I didn’t find out until later in our relationship that she lived with her alcoholic mother, and they were dirt poor. She had survived so long by doing favors for the hustlas in her neighborhood, nothing sexual, she would count money for them since she was good at math and cook for them sometimes. I brought her out of all that when we got married 3 months after graduating from high school. I never really trusted her, because I spoiled her and I figured she would do anything to come out of our marriage with something if we divorced. We had signed a prenuptial agreement and the only way she would receive money is by either having children, or if she had evidence that I had cheated on her while we were married.
“So that’s what all this divorce bullshit is about? You know you aint getting shit unless you have this baby,” I said with fire in my eyes.
She clawed at my hand that was still wrapped around her neck. I let her go and she slowly slid down the refrigerator with tears sliding down her face.
“Chris, you and I both know that this won’t last for much longer, so why not look out for myself?” She struggled to answer.
I walked away with my hands on my head and walked into a guest bedroom. I never saw this for our future, I felt as if I pushed her to do this.
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« Reply #34 on Aug 25, 2008, 5:07pm » | |
I STILL WANT YOU CONTINUE I KINDA LIKE THIS STORY!
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