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We all have an addiction, I found mines.


Submitted:Apr 11, 2014    Reads: 155    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Every girl has this dream of finding her "Prince Charming," or the one they believe is going to save them from all of the no-good jerks. It seems as if we're all waiting for something, someone to just knock on our very front door and say "I'm here." That is not the case at all and we learn that once we hit puberty, or when puberty hits us. That's what usually happens. Love was just a Cinderella fairy tale until I met Him.

This is not your typical love story so if that's what you're looking for, stop reading right now.

He was a bad boy. While I was in school trying to get A's and B's, he was in the streets doing whatever he pleased. His mother had no control over him, his dad couldn't tell him what to do. Our lives were completely different. You're probably wondering how a schoolgirl like me crossed paths with a hood nigga like Him. It all started in 7th grade. .

My sister was going to High School with a guy, I'll just call G. Now G was not the kind of guys my sister usually went for. He was of darker complexion and of medium height. Now G. pursued my sister, showered her with gifts until she could no longer tell him no. They started dating and hit it off pretty well. G. had a 12 year old cousin. I was around 11 at the time. One day, my sister called to me and said G. had a cousin that was on the phone and wanted to talk to me. I took the phone and said "hello."

The voice on the phone replied back "wassup with me and you? You tryna go to the movies or something?" I didn't know what to say. That was the end of that, I gave the phone back to my sister and walked away. Months later, she showed me pictures of the cousin on Myspace, she told me she didn't want me to talk to him because he's a player and all he wanted to do was get inside my insides. I thought he was cute, but I'd been damned if I said those words aloud. Those two minutes on the phone with that boy replayed in my head a lot over the years. That year was 2007.

Over the years, I've gone through hell. I've been bullied, I had no real friends, a couple boyfriends, and in 2010 I started having sex. My life was going through turmoil. I needed help, I needed my "Prince Charming," but he never came. I continued to put up with and chase all the wrong guys. Meanwhile on the other side of the world, He was in and out of jails and not on my mind, although he did seem to appear in my mind every now and then.

One day I saw a status saying free Him and I inboxed that person who happened to be G.'s brother. I asked a few questions and that was it. On April 25, 2013 I received a friend request on Facebook and I already knew it was him. I accepted it and the next day I seen him at my brother's girlfriend's baby shower. That was the first time I seen the voice on the phone in person. I was not attracted to him at all. We talked a little bit and I didn't think anything of it.

After that, he kept constantly messaging me on Facebook, liking my statuses and pictures, just being a Stage 5 clingerrr! I was embarrassed by that. Mind you, I'm a schoolgirl and having a hood nigga commenting on all of my posts were like social suicide. Maybe I was just paranoid. I was so used to going after guys that just wanted screw me that I couldn't realize a real nigga right under my nose. I kept blowing him off. I continued to chase the wrong guys and putting myself through misery.

The middle of August is when I made my next move, my best move. I told myself that I was done falling for guys, I was going to go out with someone that liked me, not develop feelings, and just play it safe. He called me, I answered, he asked me out, I said yea, and it started. I felt comfortable knowing that I placed a cushion around my heart in a tight, secure place so that it could not fall out. I used Him. I was being just like all those no-good jerks, but I didn't care because I was safe and happy. He spent his last dollars to put food in my stomach and I didn't even question it.

He started coming over whenever I told him to and doing whatever I told him to. We just sat and talked for hours and guess what, He was a virgin! All that player shit I heard, was all fake. I loved it, until he fell in love with me and I started catching this serious disease called feelings. I had a serious case of it too. The cushion around my heart that I thought was placed in a secure place actually wasn't secure at all. My heart fell, but before it could even touch the air of the cold world, he caught it and covered it with his warmth. Ever since then, we've been inseperable. That's my bad boy gone good and I'm his good girl gone bad. I would love to say I found him, but in reality, He found me.





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