Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... drinking? Why stop doing the drugs? Aren't they helping?" Mike asked.

I sat there, and the demons started to scream and yell,"Yeah, why stop! Go get some beer Tiny Dick, do some lines, come party with us and all your problems will go away!" I took a big gulp of the now warm brew, gritted my teeth, looked at Mike, and said, "I can't use anymore. I want to. God, I can think of nothing I want more than a case of cold beer, some shots of Jack and a fucking eight ball." I paused ..my face softened. I let out a big breath ...." but it's not working anymore. It's all a lie. Where there was once harmless fun is now spiritual death. I can't use anymore, and I have no clue how to do that. Again." "Time for a meeting, my friend," Mike replied.

I sighed; he was right, and I knew a meeting would help me reach the end of the day. I went back and put my laundry in the dryer. I went back, and Charity had a sandwich made for me. We talked; she just knew how to soften the mood. To keep it real and in the moment. We went to an NA meeting. Mike sat with me and hugged me after I got up and took a white newcomer key ring. There would be no drugs for me that night.

We left, and Mike informed me I was coming to his house. No questions. He knew this first night would be bad. Charity was there, and she had a late dinner prepared. I was starving. After dinner, we talked about everything. Love, hate, addiction, music, poetry, and most of all, what being spiritual meant to her and Mike. I had ...

... slept very little over the last four days, so I eventually started nodding in my chair. They showed me to their spare room, and I was asleep in minutes.

I woke up the next day, and the bed was soaking wet. I had all-night bed sweats. More detox was in my future. This much I knew. When I walked into the kitchen, Charity was there. She handed me a black coffee, and I sat in the small kitchen nook. Charity slid in opposite me and sat quietly looking at me until she said, "You look like shit Dave!"

"Well, I feel like shit."

We savoured the coffee and the silence for a little while until she grabbed my hands, making me look up.

"You're in a world of hurt, broken heart and trying to not use."

"Yeah, there's that. I just need to figure out where I went wrong, Charity. I thought Mel and I had something."

"You did, this much I am sure of." She pursed her lips and added, "I think you still have something!"

I actually laughed and spat some coffee out. "You got to be fucking kidding me," I said, still chuckling, but now I could feel tears welling in my eyes. "Look, I don't know what Mike told you, but I walked in on her at the loft and caught her fucking a porn star. Everything I'm not."

Charity grimaced. She knew how men were. She also knew how women were.What was Mel thinking?

"Yeah, and it was obvious she knew him well and had been hooking up for a while."

"Did you get violent this time?" Charity asked.

"No, I was dumbfounded and in shock. But I knew in ...