Untitled Love

Learning to move on

Xavier

My Father died when I was seven years old. I didn't take that well, I closed up from everyone. And so I got into the everything I'm terying to get out of. DRUGS, the thing that feeds my soul but kills my body. The thing that I can't seem to give up...until today of course. I was finally getting married. Maria is her name, the girl that brought my life back on track. Today was the day that I would have a reason to get rid of those stupid drugs.

Ten Hours Later...

A mixture and fear filled my body as she walked down the aisle, the beautiful face was covered by the veil, the veil I really wanted to rip off her face. She was the only thing in my head at the moment.

"Do you take Miss Marie Martinez, as your wife in sickness and in health as lond as she lives..."

"Yes"

"And do you take Mister Xavier Hemming, as your husband...", Marie quickly interrupts the priest.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry Xavier but I can't have a drug addict as a husband!", was the last thing she said before she ran out.

I mean sure I didn't actually tell Marie about my drug addiction, but that's why I wanted to marry her, to give myself a reason to stop taking drugs.

In a way I was prepared for this kind of reaction...I mean what is there to like about me in particular. And even if there is anything, I pretty sure that the drugs killed anything else.

So I guess in the end back to square one, a secret bar for druggies. My friend, Jonathan that usually brings my goods doesn't come till Tuesday, so at least I have a few days left...hurray!

The only other person that knows about this is my useless mother, whore. She didn't even mourn dad, just went to the next fucker that was willingly to fuck a widow with a child and pretend to be the next fatherly figure until they just vanish.

A mother has constantly advised be to go to rehab, but I've heard what happens there, that place is for psychos not people like me.

I'm currently working in a law firm. It's great to be honest, compared to my old jobs. My boss is great and a good friend. She's like my best friends (friends with benefits to be honest). I met her like 5 years ago, when she helped me get my law firm job.

She is truly my only friend.

Two weeks later...

I was sitting at my desk, looking through some files, when Stephanie (my best friend) came in.

"Xavier can we talk"

"Sure"

"I need to tell you something but you can't overreact, ok?...", as was about to reply when she cut me off, "I are getting fired."

I was frozen with shock, what did I do wrong, I was always on time and on my best behaviour. And always tried my best.

"Our recent medical screening shows that your blood concentration contains some levels of cocaine, opium, and weed!! Why didn't you tell me you were a drug addict!!"

"Sorry!!!!, I didn't know when to bring it up."

"Anyway, the board took a vote and everyone agreed that you should be fired."

"But you are on the board surely you voted against it."

"Look, Xavier It wouldn't matter if I disagreed..."

"So you didn't disagree, did you?"

"No!!!!!, because I didn't have a choice, come on Xavier, cocaine really, how am I sopposed to say it is ok for employees to take cocaine!!!"

"Anyway, you are fired, Bye. It was nice knowing you."