𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭
"Hey Daddy," she swerved slowly, her chocolate brown eyes dancing with mischief as she inspected me.
"I don't fuck with you Sophia," I growled possessively as I made my way towards her.
"But you fuck me, don't you Lorenzo?" She...
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♚𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕♚
PS: I actually cried while writing this, enjoy! ❤️
What I Put You Through ~ Connor Maynard
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫...
She needed time.
For fucking what?
I had gotten treated after the incident, but I had been pretty sure I had lost Sophia.
She had fucking lied to me. She had lied that she would stay with me, she had lied that she loved me, she had lied that Alora was there. She had lied about everything and I was thoroughly upset. Her promises in her wedding vow had meant nothing.
After the incident, I got home to a tiny letter written by Sophia, mentioning that she had taken the baby and had relocated to another city to give herself some time to digest and understand what had happened. And that was pure bullshit in my opinion.
I spent a whole month alone, enduring weeks of me contemplating on whether I should take my life or search for her.
Many times I had overdosed my medication, gotten too drunk on alcohol and ended up self-harming myself. The satisfaction of knowing that Jenna was six feet under wasn't enough; I felt so empty and I was surely losing my sanity.
I couldn't live without her, I couldn't imagine my life without my daughter either. A house that was once full of laughter and family warmth was now dull and void, just like myself.
I didn't sleep for days, never ate for days, my eyes had been painful from all the crying, my voice hoarse from my screams of frustration and my body numb and painful from the cuts, bruises and the lack of rest too. I had been the epitome of the walking dead.
I didn't go out anymore, I was either locked up in the bedroom torturing myself mentally and physically or staring at the portraits in Sophia's gallery, crying uncontrollably the whole day. I had turned into a pathetic mess without my girls. I had been nothing at all.
Like all other depression victims, I resorted to drugs. I couldn't bear the demons in my mind, the hallucinations of seeing Sophia in the kitchen and Alora in her crib. It had been all too much for me to handle.
I took heroin in large quantities, taking away my thoughts and stress for hours. Let me give you a sequential explanation on how that shit had fucked me up.
Heroin was an addictive drug substance. The pure one that I had was smoked or sniffed. I knew the detrimental consequences, I knew the magnitude of the damage it would cause to my body but I overlooked everything.
Heroin converts to Morphine when it reaches the brain, and it is highly effective in the aspect of taking away the pain, anxiety and depression. It interacts with the mu-opioid receptor molecules in the synapses, which happen to be tiny spaces between neurones in the brain.
