"I don't know how much longer I can just sit back and watch you do this to yourself." "It's dangerous, and you're gonna get yourself killed, or worse!" My mind thought about what could be worse than death and my body shivered for a second at the thought. "It's my life, and my body, what's it got to do with you? It's not like You want me!" I shouted at him. I was getting tired of this attitude he had about what I was choosing to do in my situation. He's never had to make the tough choices I've had to make. "You're hurting yourself, and watching it happen and doing nothing about it, is hurting ME!" "You just need to go home." "Just. Go. Home!" Fine. I thought. Killed, or worse, it is then. What else are my choices? After all, he told me to go home, and that's where 'worse' always happens. This story contains some sexual content, adult language and themes. Do not read if you are under 18. Hope you read and enjoy. Thank you.