love and addiction

five. broken up or a broken heart.

Fharao....

I was still at my dad's place just chillin with Uncle Proof and my dad trynna figure out a way of how to begin my detox journey without letting Letitia find out. It would break my heart heavily if she found out about all of the shit I put into my system, if only she could understand what my head is like daily when you struggle with addiction to things you should never have.

Heroin.
Methadone.
Percs.
Methaphetimine.

All of it at once.

How much more can I take?

I sat there sitting up against the couch on the floor before seeing the time. It was beginning to be midnight, I needed to get home make sure Letitia was good. Getting up off the floor, I grab my keys and purse making my way to the front door, hearing my dad say beside me, "Baby call me when you get home okay? I wanna make sure you're safe. I love you and we need to get started on your detoxing. Imma call up some people and get you some help. You'll be alright."

I nodded signalling that I understood what he was telling me. I couldn't say a peep getting in the car, as I hit the start button and put the car in drive, lets get home to this beautiful woman.

Driving about 20 minutes to her home where her and her fiancé, Letitia resided, Fharao took her time getting home. Putting on some music, she tried to relax herself nerves because who knows how Letitia is going to react; pulling up in the driveway, the lights are all off except for the porch light. Fharao walks up to the door getting ready to unlock it but the door swings open to see Letitia standing there with a nonchalant expression.

Fharao knew by the look on her fiancee's face, that they would be up all night into the morning talking or otherwise arguing. Considering they've never done it before, this is gonna be hectic and maybe break some hearts or rather a heart. Stepping into the house, Fharao places her work things on the floor and get herself comfortable for the talk that she's going to have with her fiancé , still nervous from when she stepped into the car. After showering and putting on some basketball shorts and a cropped tank top, Fharao sits across from Letitia as she hits blunt a couple times while watching Fharao's every move; The girl was just full on a nervous wreck at this point, her wife had found her drug box and now is questioning her about it. Letitia Wright was all about confrontation, regardless of how amny feelings was hurt. It would break her to think differently of her partner but she had to do it, she needed answers.

After finishing off the blunt, Tish licked her lips while checking her fiancé out in her little tank top and shorts that surely were hers, going back to the main point of the conversation, "So how was your workday, beautiful?" Letitia asks her fiancé, who looks up at her with guilt and shame, "It was good baby. How was your day today? Anything good happen at work? New cases maybe?" Fharao asked Letitia, who nodded her head no, no new cases but work was like the usual. Pulling the box out from under the loveseat that she found in the bathroom, Letitia sat it on the table in front of her also grabbing the baggie she found as well; Fharao covered her eyes as she began to tear up. Her wife, the girl who was her rock, her one and only, had found her stash of drugs.

"Do you want to tell me what this box is about?" Letitia asks Fharao who looks at her guilty and ashamed like she felt at her father's house. Tish was disappointed in her woman but who could take her out of that pit of hell?

Exactly.

Opening the box, Fharao Ajani Mathers pulled out a big bottle of methadone, almost a whole box of needles preset for when she wants to shoot up heroin, and her methaphetimine pills along with some keys of coke, and a belt with a lighter and a spoon.