rget, even if I try. "What did we talk about bringing girls home, Aaron?" - Hanry complains. - Would you rather I fuck them on the street? - I ask, already knowing your answer. He cares

she picked up after her addiction was drugs. I managed to get a job in my spare time, when I didn't have classes, and managed to keep us going for years, until she started to get better and went to rehab. But Alfred came back to haunt us and she couldn't resist the temptation. However, this time, she had used more than before, which caused the overdose. They found her in the warehouse where only drug addicts go to get high. I go to art college. I had stopped at my previous university, because I was in mourning. I was in shock, I never thought this would be the end of her, after all the work she had to do to get treatment. I was really hoping that I was finally free from this whole nightmare. But apparently, I had been mistaken. I remember the first time I saw her using it. I tried to make her see how toxic her relationship with Alfred was, but she never listened. A person in a toxic relationship doesn't see it, but it's easy to see when you're on the outside. Five years ago - Mom? - I call, opening the trailer door. I left school early today and decided to surprise her by bringing her favorite burger from Burger Joint. I pass through the living room, finding it strange that everything is turned off and she is not sitting on the sofa watching her afternoon soap opera, the only light in the room is the daylight that reflects on the window. I call again, heading towards the simple American kitchen, I don't get an answer and I don't find it, so I leave the two hamburgers and the soft drinks on the table. The trailer contains two bedrooms, hers is on the left side, where there are three steps to get to the door, and mine is on the right side, close to the entrance door. After her and Hanry's separation, I missed her a lot. Her lack of paternity often frustrated me, but over time I got used to it and understood that it would just be me and her. Upon arriving in my room, I leave my backpack on the bed and go to hers, climbing the stairs, wh