Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:33 am by 
Prologue
"You go get fucked up and we just show up at your rescue. Carry you inside get you some water and undress you. I give you my all, and the next morning you'll forget: Who, or Why, or How, or When. Tonight its probably about to happen all over again . Cuz she live in a mindset that I could never move to. Until you find yourself, its impossible to lose you. Uh..because I never had you... " -- Drake
"Thank you," I told my personal superman. The bright lights in my apartment felt like I was staring straight at the sun. I tapped two Tylenol out of the bottle and swallowed them before taking a glass of water behind them. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my small kitchen. I flicked off the lights. And saw him staring at me across the room.
"Yeah, whatever, Lea. We go through this every other day. Give me a break tonight please." My best and only friend told me before walking out the door. I turned off my living room light and grabbed a cover before burying myself under them on the couch.
This has got to stop.
I had told myself that so many times I was starting to doubt if it would ever happen. When I decided to leave home for Vegas, I never imagined it would be like this. All I saw were the pretty lights. It was not all pretty lights in Vegas.
Sometimes, I felt more sorry for Dre than for myself. He was the one who was in love with a border line alcoholic. He was the one who nursed me through the nights when I couldn’t handle the pain so I drank it away. And although I didn’t remember most of those nights I knew he had never taken advantage of me. Dre was my hero. I couldn’t get through this nightmare without him. I hated putting him through this, and each time we talked I promised him I would stop.
I have got to stop making that promise to Dre. I have bigger problems than guilt to deal with.
When I came to Vegas, I had dreams. These streets tore me apart in a matter of seven months. I was a wreck. I was beyond broken. And I couldn’t handle the pain anymore. I wanted out of here. My family was disowning me. I had to make it. There was no choice in that. The door bell rang and it felt like it was right by my ear.
I lifted the covers off of my body and got up while wiping my eyes. I went to the door and asked who it was.
"Dre." I opened the door and he immediately swooped me up in his arms. He shut the door and went to my bed. We got under the covers and snuggled.
"It’s okay, Lea." Dre stroked my hair and said gently in my ear.
"It’s not okay, Dre. I’m so sorry. So sorry," I sobbed into his chest.
"Lea…"
"No, Dre. I gotta leave. I can’t do this anymore."
"When you leave, I’ll come." He said, not believing me. I knew I needed to leave but I couldn’t. I was addicted. To the money, to this lifestyle. Even to this pain…
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