I Knew Her Demons The Second She Offered Them To Me..

She told me I couldn't leave. She had done just about everything to help me stay clean,

but I wanted to keep at it some more. I kept sneaking around and sneaking it down. Spiking my drinks when she'd turn around. I held it down all to well. I wasn't good at many things, but I was good at holding my liquor. She trashed me, calling me nasty names and saying some lord's name in vain.

"You god damn drunk." Truth is I was never completely drunk nor was I ever fully sober. I guess she still had her points. I was so far stuck up my own ass to realize what I've missed. My first year of high school was such a blur. My friends were gone, and any family I had left wasn't around much. All too busy with work and my sister's crazy ways. Summer arrived and I was put into a recovery school for kids who needed to catch up. A nicer way of saying I failed. Not because I didn't know how to do the work, more of I just never did the work. I screwed up a lot in that past year but I straightened up and threw away all my stashes. I made it totally impossible for me to get anything of the sort. I isolated myself and then the withdraws kicked in. I took those pretty rough. Few months later I started to go out more and enjoy nature's finer things. Wanted to see how life was away from my bedroom. I ran into her again. It's been a while since we had talked. She offered me a drink and that's when I knew. She had no clue what demons were awaiting her. Who was I to tell, I didn't have mine anymore. Revenge had never looked so sweet.