Addicted To Love (English Edition)

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A’more I couldn’t believe what my life had become. I had gone from being a rich kid from the suburbs to a damn cocaine addict. I had lost the love of my life as well as my son. My father wanted nothing to do with me and my mother tried to help whenever my father wasn’t home. I hadn’t seen Trent or my son in almost a year. The words he said to me the last time I talked him would forever be etched in my brain. “I never want to see you again. You are a poor excuse for a woman and my son will not be raised by you. Stay away from me you selfish bitch!” You would have thought his words would make me want to get clean, but that was four months earlier and I was still using. All it did was make me sink into a deeper depression. I needed help and I didn’t know who to turn too. As I lay on the floor of the drug house, flashbacks of me giving birth to my son, my graduation, Trent’s proposal, along with other things ran through my mind. I needed a fix and couldn’t get one. I had run through all the money in my account, sold my car for drugs, and I had nothing left. My body began to shake; I was cold even though it was damn near ninety degrees outside. I sat there going through withdrawals. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to hold my son and lay in Trent’s arms. Lord help me, I prayed, and then I passed out. Trent When I got the call from Eddie telling me that he had found A’more passed out on the floor, I got emotional. It was embarrassing as hell but at the same time, I knew I needed to get to her and help her. As much as I wanted to leave her ass there, I couldn’t. We had a bond that wouldn’t allow me to turn my back on her. I still loved her and was going to do everything I could to help her. I dropped my son off at his godmother Chante’s house and made my way to where A’more was. When I pulled up Eddie was waiting outside. “What’s up bruh?” he greeted me. “What’s good man? Where is she?” I asked getting straight to the point. “She’s inside. Look man I know you still love that girl, help her through this shit man. This isn’t the A’more we all know. I don’t like seeing her like this man.” “Thanks for calling me.” I made my way into the house and when I saw A’more lying there, I almost cried. That was my heart right there and I vowed at that moment that I would do everything in my power to help her. I picked her up and took her to my truck. I was taking her to someone that I knew could help her. “I got you ma, believe that.” I took A’more to my mom’s house in Chesterfield. My mom was a nurse and knew exactly what to do to help her detox. By the time I pulled up to my mom’s house, A’more was in the back seat throwing up. I got out and helped her out of the car. “Come on ma, let’s get you better.” I picked her up and carried her inside. “Hey Ma,” I spoke to my mom who was expecting us. “Hey sweetie. Take her to the guest room and I’ll be right up.” I did as she said and took her upstairs and put her in the bed. As I was undressing her, I noticed that she had a fever. That scared the shit out of me. First the vomiting and now she had a fever. I ran downstairs to my mom. “Ma she has a fever and she was throwing up in the car,” I said concerned. “That’s normal with withdrawals, which leads me to believe that she’s been going through this for a few days. “Ok so what do we do now?” I asked. “You leave and let me do what I do. I’ll keep you updated, but you need to be there for Christian.” Hearing my son’s name let me know I was doing the right thing by helping his mother. I prayed that we would prevail in the end. We had to.

Author : Demettrea

Label : Sullivan Production, LLC

Manufacturer : Sullivan Production, LLC

Studio : Sullivan Production, LLC

Release Date : 2014-04-06