love and addiction

one. high off of mind study

Fharao....

' Waking up a little early than usual, I didn't know what to make of myself. I was a drug addict, have been since my last year of college. After that party, I was hooked, all it took was a taste, I don't know how I'm going to tell pops; man I hope he isn't disappointed. Laying next to Tish was a dream come true; I was crushing on her all throughout college and her the same. We just didn't know it, how crazy is that.

She didn't know that I did drugs, especially after that party in college. She probably thought that would be the only time; well she's sadly mistaken. It only got far more complicated than that, I had a dealer at every corner.

Oh forgot to introduce myself, I'm Fharao Ajani Mathers, and Im an addict. Like full throttle and yes before you ask, Eminem is my dad well adopted anyway.

The crazy ass controversial rapper? Yeah that's my pops. Although he ain't like that no more. I stay in an apartment a couple blocks from where he stays in Rochester Hills, Michigan. Us, Detroiters stay close to home instead of out of state, that's how hard I had to convinve to stay with me. Lucky for her, it's summer time and hot as hell; for me, well I have no patients or clients rather.

I work for a practice out in Sterling Heights, I know crazy rich and white people. Aye, it pays the bills; anywho, let me get up and start this morning routine.'

Fharao gets up herself making sure to be quiet and careful of Tish. Her fiancée slept through a thunderstorm, don't know how she did it. Everybody sleeps differently, I guess. Shaking her head smiling, she was happy with her life, although she questioned her doubts alot, moreso how her father would react to her being engaged, no Marshall wasn't homophobic, the man just didn't know. He lived in a big ass house by hisself, shit , Fharao bet her dad was glad as hell to have her from under him. He loved his girls with all his heart, so when he found 13 year old Fharao Ajani sitting down at a bus stop with nothing but herself he knew he had to have another kid to love. She was adopted and she loved him although learning of what happened in his prime and how he raised his three kids, it still didn't matter to her. Marshall raised his kids to the best of his ability while being an artist full time, working 24/7 Fharao would sometimes go to the studio with him alot, her uncles were there and she had a good time studying in her father's office while he worked his ass off to provide for his child.

But the question 'what if?' popped up in her head 24/7. Fharao wasn't ashamed of her relationship or lifestyle with Tish, hell she loved the woman to death, but if they found out what went on behind the curtain of who they know as Fharao Ajani Mathers, shit all hell would break the fuck loose.

Not having any plans for that day, Fharao worked out but she got distracted, her wife had walked in the room looking beautiful as ever with her shing ass skin; smelling like mangoes and cocoa butter. And well her arm was killing her the most, she needed a hit. Fharao hadn't did drugs in almost two days, she wanted to keep her addiction a secret, from everyone. Yes, that included her dad but only time will tell.

She was going through mild withdrawals, that meant she threw up or sweated alot whenever it was cold, and her stomach pains worsened. Having to lie everytime someone asked what's wrong, it hurt her heart the worst, they were her family and she couldn't continue to lie to them any longer, only the truth will show itself. The sound of scratching was heard in the room, it was low but you could hear it a little form where Tish was standing, in the kitchen there was Letitia fixing brunch for her and her lady, unknowingly her fiancée was scratching heavily at her arm.