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.Hayley.

ad·dic·tion
/əˈdikSH(ə)n/
a noun
-the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity.

When people refer to the word addiction they usually mean something like the google definition, a substance, thing or activity. For instance, a girl who says she's addicted to the color pink or a guy who's obsessed with playing video games. But none of them have actually experienced addiction, none of them know how it actually feels to be truly addicted to something. They've never been so deeply dependent on something to the point where they wake up and they need it and when they fall asleep they crave it. They've never experienced the zero self control you have once you become numb.

My addiction started long before I even knew it, back when I used to live under the same roof as my father, Vincent White. He's the boss of the Sicilian mafia otherwise known as one of the cruelest gangs in the world. My mother, Laurel ran beside my father as his queen. She wasn't born into the mafia world like my father. But instead she was sold off to my father and forced to fall in love with him at the ripe age of 18. I'm not sure how or why but she managed to find a way to love the monster and ended up giving birth to my brother, Warren.

After my dad had his hire he didn't have any intentions of having another child. But my mother begged and begged him for one more. He eventually agreed, which ended up in the birth of me, Hayley.

My childhood was pretty normal besides the fact we all had to hide what my father was a part of. But as a kid my mom only told us so much so she didn't scare us or think he was the bad guy. She made us believe that the Sicilian mafia was good.

That what our father was doing was good.  She would tell us stories about my father and the people he'd "saved". She tried her best to shield us for a couple of years until it came to the day Warren turned sixteen.

That's when my father took him under his wing and started to show him around and tell him more and more about the mafia world. I was only fifteen so I had no idea why my brother was suddenly never home or when he was home why he'd be covered in bruises or with blood all over his clothes. He stopped talking to me all together after that. If we did talk it was just constant bickering over stupid things.

Back then i'd like to think that what my father was doing and that what he was teaching or showing my brother was okay. But growing older I started to not think so, specifically on my 16th birthday, the night that changed my whole entire life, forever.

I had just turned 16, and I had decided to throw a party to celebrate. I invited everyone from my school to come over and throw a party. Most of the night was a blur, all I could remember was the loud music and bodies that were scattered everywhere throughout my house. I had been to many parties prior to this one but this one was the first party I've ever thrown at my house. This was also the first time I had ever had even a sip of alcohol.

I was with my best friend and cousin, Rebecca for most of the night. I was a little on edge about drinking but Rebecca insisted that I should since "no one doesn't drink at their own party" I eventually agreed and took my first sip. The taste of alcohol had me almost gagging but I tried to not make it a big deal and just keep chugging.

I still remember exactly what Rebecca looked like that night, and she looked absolutely stunning. She wore a tiny black dress that hugged on her upper thighs and golden heels that wrapped up her ankles perfectly. I remembering us dancing the whole night to our favorite songs, laughing and singing our hearts out. Little did I know this was the last time I would ever see Rebecca.