My story is part of a soon to be series of books. This content is thrilling, dramatic with a twist of comedy. This is NOT suitable for ages under 18. There is lots of good intel which a person that went/is still going through such trauma can benefit...
So now we are in Vegas – this is so awesome. Saw my first concert at the MGM grand – Van Halen was amazing. I met Gomez friend Steve in Las Vegas – cool Italian guy. Lots of laughs and fun. I have connected with Steve within the past few years. I wasn't old enough to gamble so I spent a lot of time on my own, in the room snorting blow, watching the girls next door, drinking, walking Fremont street by myself. I used to go there for weeks to near a month at a time – go back to Canada and turn around go back to Vegas after a week or two back to the Reserve. Life seem amazing!! About maybe the 2nd or 3rd time going back to Vegas I met this AMAZING now great friend of mine. Adrianna, She worked at photo magic – we hit it off right away. I spent most of my time at her work – meeting chip and dales and getting my picture taken in a Marilyn Monroe Body, doing the dancing heads while lip syncing. On her days off she would show me around and she was 21 at the time. Her and I used to do everything together. I remember my 18th birthday (Independence day) she showed up to my suite with my favourite beverage, TRIPLE Pina Colada. My face was hurting so bad from doing so much drugs. I took some Tylenol 3's and drank my drink and now READY TO GO!! I had the best birthday with her. Gomez was eventually there for dinner but we were all so high we couldn't eat. All he cared about was drugs and gambling. We barely did anything. I missed out on a Tech Nine concert and Elton Johns last concert at Caesars palace cause we got into a huge fight – I was locked into the hotel room after our fight and just yelled at.
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SO shout out to my girl who still lives in Vegas and not loosing contact with each other. We will always be friends till the day we die. She went through a lot with me – having to see the abuse from George and she stood up for me. She was there when I had a bunch of drug dealers in my room, bricks of cocaine. I remember I was by myself and Gomez told me these guys were coming and to let them in. I knew two of them and I also didn't take shit. I was a tiny 18 year old girl at the time and being there with Gangsters staring them down, showing no fear really gets you respected and also for them not to look or even touch me. My brothers raising me to be tough and street smart – that really helped a lot to. I had no problems telling them, "WTF YOU LOOKING AT". Fear and Vulnerability is what they want – cause now you're a target.
I lost my friend Adrianna cause she stood up for me and well she is a lesbian and he thought she just wanted me. NO!! She wanted me safe!! She has a cousin that's a G and he actually picked me up one night cause Gomez was trying to leave me stranded. And I wanted to get away. Her cousin lived in a bad part of town. A girl like myself could get captured, beat, raped and killed. Not trying to be to dramatic but that's how bad that part of Las Vegas is. I felt safer there with him than I did with Gomez.
So after a few years of being there in Vegas things started getting WORST...
He at this point already locked me in a room and damaged my hearing by pinning me up against a hotel room, he used to keep me up for 7 days – my hands would lock up and I couldn't open them, I saw sheets flying across the room, hotel room door handles were bleeding and the teddy bear that was there was moving. His niece that I was friends with came with us a few times and she witnessed this stuff to cause she was fucked up like me. He wouldn't let me sleep. He used to do snort meth – I tried it once willingly and did not like it at all. He used to mix it in with his cocaine so a few times our packets got mixed up. He always wanted me to mix mine and I DID NOT like it at all. I accidently grabbed his flap and I used to do BIG lines – with meth you can't or you will OD. So he watched me, I started doing my line (size of a number 2 pencil) and halfway through he stopped me – he could have killed me 2 times. I was nearing death at this point cause I was so skinny and doing so many drugs.
