We got back to the party, alive and he told me "I'm going to run inside and tell Bob that we're going home" (Bob and I are friends now) Well he's in the house forever, so I walk in and at the table he's sitting with 2 girls on his lap, trying to convince them to have sex with. I was so upset.. I mean I knew he was still sleeping with other girls, but I didn't really want to see it. Anyways, he seen me and his eyes got huge he got up and we went back to his house...
I broke up with Matt right after I turned 17... I admitted everything to him and he STILL wanted to be with me. Right after that, my friend Amanda I mentioned in the very first chapter died in a car accident, leaving her 3 month old baby girl motherless. It was a very hard day for all of us..
Later on that week I went out to Bob's house. He wasn't home but Chris, another girl and I decided to sit down and smoke a whole bag of weed. When Bob got home I walked up to him (alone) and asked him to come join us. He said no. I laughed and asked "why not?" He looked sad and said "I promised my son I wouldn't do that anymore." (He had a 7 year old boy and 4 year old girl) I thought that was a good enough answer. I went back and joined the others. That was the last time I talked to Bob. A few days later I got a call from Chris saying Bob was in a coma, he overdosed on a fentanyl patch (Morphine) He didn't have a script he got it illegally, and took the gel out of it and smoked it. He had no brain activity and his parents took him off life support. Chris and I went to his funeral together. Everyone looked like us, like we were the ones that killed him. It was funny cause a few months before that we were talking about dying and he said when he died he wanted to be buried in his regular clothes and a bandana on his head... they had him in a nice suit and tie, all nicely shaven. We didn't stay for the whole funeral, but we went back to the cemetery afterwards and dumped a bottle of Jack Daniels on his grave. What's so strange is he died with only a handful of people really knowing who HE was. Damn, I miss him...
Alice, I know that writing of these events, must be extremely painful for you but I really do admire your honesty.:0)
ReplyDeleteYour honesty is very inspirational Alice. I believe that writing, and giving a voice to the past, is extremely healing. I know that you'll continue moving forward.
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