EPISODE 1

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**20 years later**

"And thats the last time I saw my daddy alive, peeping and seeing that woman push him on that glass table!"

"So did they ever find the woman who did it? Or did you tell the police?"

Corey looked down at his fingernails going back in deep thought. The pass really hurt him. Growing up him and his older sister was raised by their  single father Jessie, mother died at birth from having him last, he was really attached to his father. Him and his sister was split up every since he was five, every since their dad had that heart attack from when that woman pushed him on that glass table. Pain turn to marijuana, marijuana turn to crack cocaine, as soon as he graduated highschool. The thoughts of his daddy death hunted and stayed with him forever. He was frustarted that he never told but what made him even more furious, was that the woman that killed his daddy  had a whole family of her own. Ask me how he knew so young? Well, he could never get those words out his head.... "HURRY UP JESSIE, FRANK A BE HOME LOOKING FOR ME IN A MINUTE!"

"Well that concludes todays session guys. Dont forget an addiction is a choice, not a problem!"

All the recovering addicts in his class got their belongings together and prepared to leave

Corey Hutchison was recovering drug addict. Two years clean and decided to use his experience for the good, and that was to be a counselor for other addicts. Son of Jessie and Denise Hutchinson. His sister name was Tricey Hutchison who he have yet to rekindled with, every since they split up 20 years prior. He was all alone in and out of homes in Brooklyn New York. Finding himself homeless after being kicked out for stealing out his foster parents house a year after  highschool. He felt he had lost it all until he recently finally found himself and got back on track.

8:36pm

**Flashbacks**

"The only man that ever laid they hands on me was my daddy .......and HE DEAD AND GONE....YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Corey sat in his studio apartment holding both ears in the middle of his floor. He finally broke a loose.....

"JASSSSSSSSSSMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNE" hearing his dead father scream the womans name.

Finally remembering her name, breathing hard and pulling threads out his carpet. Revenge I tell you, especially when you find them, make them fall in love, and then change on them.

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