Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... T-shirts. I curled up on the bed, hugging it for dear life, and bawled my eyes out. I cried, heaving gasps, and drenched the bed, and at the end, I just fell asleep, exhausted.

When I woke at dawn, my eyes came open, and my sadness returned, but I had made it another day with no coke. Triumphant only until I had finished my first coffee, and I was about to text JJ to see if I could score.

The Irish bitch started in on me, and that got me stubborn until, at around noon, I started crawling the walls of the loft. It was not that hot, but I was sweating. I showered and knew I needed to talk to someone. JJ was out of the question. Cathy would know what to do, but I grabbed a cab up to the Rocket in the end, hoping Mike was there.

I walked in wearing Sunday hang-day clothes and no makeup. My hair was still wet, while the ringlet curls had started to expand. Mike took one look at me as I walked in, and tears began to flood my eyes. I was trying to say something while he softly looked at me. Charity was in the kitchen, took one look at me and then Mike as he came around the counter and just hugged me.

He simply said, "Are you done yet?"

At first, I thought he was asking me if I was done crying, but that ominous thing he said to me so long ago that I couldn't con him crashed into my mind. I just lowered my head, looked at the floor and said in a quiet voice, "Yes."

Charity had already made us coffee, and we sat down at the back. I expected Mike to launch into this ...

... lecture, but we just sat there. A few minutes later, Charity put two sandwiches in front of us. I inhaled mine while Mike smiled at me. Two cookies followed, and I ate both.

"How many days, Melissa?"

"I stopped doing blow Friday."

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

Water flooded my eyes again, but I was quiet about it. The pain was all over me, inside me, behind me, and so in front of me; it felt like my feet were encased in two giant rocks. "Yes, it hurts like hell, but it's not just the drugs; it's Dave as well. It's everything."

"Now is not the time to talk about your relationship with Dave. This is about you, Melissa. This is about the choices that are in front of you." He paused, then made me look him in the eyes.

"Surrender is not weakness, Melissa. Sometimes, it's the most courageous thing a human can do. It's ok to ask for help."

Oh, that made the ground move. It made me dizzy. "I need help, Mike, I really do."

Mike smiled, and we talked for hours. Well, he listened to me. I don't know what I told him or what secrets I shared, but I just shared, and periodically, I asked him what I should do. He was annoyingly enigmatic, saying things like, "What are you doing right now?" In the end, it became one theme. To get clean. He steered it back to that a lot. Especially after I would recite all the reasons, I didn't have a problem with drugs. The killer one was last.

"Melissa, are you who you want to be? Do you feel authentic on a spiritual level?"

The Irish ...