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    First Year- Chapter 17

    Story written on February 25, 2009 by Squirl.
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    I began to stroll into the water. The crashing waves pushed me around and knocked me down. I took a couple of rough tumbles and gulped a lot of water. I kept pushing myself further out to sea. I nearly passed out then felt a hand pull me just before I blacked out.

    I agreed to have her come see me. When I got off the phone with her, I cried. I couldn’t stop. I felt so alone. I was so hurt but I needed to hear it from her. I needed to know why my mother’s money was worth more than the love I so foolishly, thought we had. I cried for the next two days. I was pretty inconsolable. I refuse to speak to or see my mother. They threatened to put me in a psychiatric unit if I didn’t get it together. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I started taking Xanax around the clock to stop my trembling, crying and anxiety. I wanted to die. The only ray of my light in my darkness was my friend Carmen coming to see me on the third day in my mother’s prison-home. When I saw her I smiled but they broke down and cried in her arms. She rocked me, kissed my head and sang her Spanish lullabies. As always, I felt safe with her. She came to my rescue. I asked her to take me away from there.

    I didn’t tell her initially what happened and she didn’t pressure me to tell. She was there, just for me. I was happy to her back in my life. She convinced my mother to let me come to stay with her at her place. I agreed to have my nurse-guard stay with me when Carmen worked otherwise Carmen would keep an eye on me. She slept on her sofa and I stayed in her bed. In my pain, I tried to seduce her into her bed with me but she didn’t go for it. She told me some people drank or did drugs when they stressed and depressed. Some people exercised incessantly, others found religion. I liked to fuck. Fucking was my crutch. I laughed so hard, but it was true. It was the first happy moment I had for days. Sex was always my panacea, my band-aid. I hugged her and said “Thanks. Thanks for understanding and accepting me as the mess that I am.”

    She responded, “I could easily sleep with you but I have to learn to take of myself. You are my weakness. I know I’ll never have you like I want to. I’d rather not go down that road with you again.”

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    3. Helena must be ready to do bodily injury to Peggy…I guess she needed to learn the truth though. What was Dylan thinking? How could she even consider taking Peggy’s money in a swap for Helena? I guess we need to hear from Dylan to decide what was going through her mind. Great chappie!

    4. “It would be nice if Helena could make some friends that who hadn’t the tuition/student loans paid for by Mummy.” This may have been my all time best sentence. I hope you know what I meant, I refuse to try it again.

    6. Been sick, finally caught up. Helena needs to get off her high pretentious horse and stop acting like her sh*t don’t stink. What Dylan did was wrong and I know it hurt but To say Dylan destroyed and severed their loved is BS. If I recall Helena didn’t have to much respect for their relationship and didn’t mind being dishonest when she was in between Carmen’s legs. Will Helena ever confess that Dylan isn’t the only one with skeletons in her closet regarding their relationship or will she go on letting Dylan take all the blame the same way she blames Peggy for all her short comings. Helena needs to do some soul searching and grow the f*ck up before she can commit to another relationship because if she doesn’t she will be right back on the same merry-go-round she is on now.

    7. Holy fuck, what the bloody hell is wrong with Peggy. I know Peggy can be a bit much, but i’ve always liked her. But damn her character in this story is appalling to say the least. & what was Dylan thinking, damn girl! I hope Helena punched the shit out of her for that one. Anyway, sorry my emotions got away from me. Great post as always my lady. I’d like to run an idea past you, if you have some time give me a shout.

    8. So there it is…eh? Well, I definitely want to hear Dylan’s reasoning and wait, Carmen was there to when she met Dylan to hear the explanation? Does that mean everyone reveals their hand and they clear the slate? Hmmmm…verrrry interesting! Indeed, you have had quite a week already…sheesh! I hope things will wind down for you soooon!

    9. woah so much to take in…I’m glad that Helena has Carmen to rely on…But as for Peggy she may not have had a right to test Dylan but in the end I think it was for the best.PPVS Gret work Squirl…Im really enjoying this journey.

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