BREAKING ADDICTIONS - A Novel

“I was only twelve when I started taking alcohol. My parents have been addicts since I was born. So in junior high school, my mom introduced me to it, she said. Nerve-breaking school work ended me in misery on a particular day after school. When mom immediately offered an alco-hol, I thought to myself, “This will surely make me better’’. For a moment, it really did. However, I started struggling with alcohol within a short time interval. My parents’ physical and verbal abuse even compounded the problem. I always met my times of misery with alcohol abuse, thinking it was the safest and fastest way of making me feel better. It didn’t take me long enough to find affable the company of an old friend who was also into alcohol. With time, he got me also into pornography, drugs, and illicit sex. I was only fourteen then. He will always play hip-hop music anytime we sniffed the Indian hemp together. I got used to that feeling. After a year, I couldn’t stop listening to hip-hop music, doing drugs, watching pornography, and having sex with different girls. I grew up to love them.Reality hit me, however, when I got to the senior high school at fifteen. No alcohol, no drug, no porn, no sex! This can’t be! How am I going to survive? I asked myself. I managed to sneak a couple of alcoholic drinks in my trunk to school. Constantly my boyfriend will also visit me with Indian hemp. The desire to watch pornography and to have sex, then, became inexhaustible. Several times, I would sneak privately to the washrooms to masturbate. The desire to touch and to be touched still grew incessantly. Then, I started convincing and eventually making out with some beautiful ladies in my single-sex girls’ school. Surprisingly, I realized that even the “Virgin Marys” were worse off. There was something naughty in most of them that made them want to be touched, especially in their most sensitive parts. Though they were initially hesitant, with time they couldn’t resist any longer. I took advantage of that and hence started a lesbian group with most of them. Apart from the frequent weekday meetings, we managed to skip church services most Sundays to spend time with ourselves. My ropes were all tied in my third year as the senior house master pounced on us just after a hot, good time with my girls one Sunday. We were far from denial upon interrogations, and the only option left for us was a deboardinization. Each of the girls, myself inclusive, was unfortunately deboardinized having signed a bond to prove a remedial behavior. But for me, it was just another opportunity to feed my addictions considering the enormous freedom I enjoyed in the house. At 18, I had slept with more than 12 men as far as I can remember. I had neither given up on drugs and alcohol. I was bisexual and didn’t seem bothered; my parents had no idea too and seemingly wouldn’t have likewise be bothered even if they were aware. Two years into Senior High School, my parents broke up. My dad would, hence, not bother to check on me. One day I got wounded on a field and went to the bathroom be-cause I felt like I was going to have a seizure. That was when I caught my reflection in the mirror and nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn’t recognize myself. I literally thought I had assumed another’s personality in the bathroom. Then it really dawned on me that I was an addict. It hadn’t meant anything to me until now. But who do I go to? Who do I talk to? I think I need help now. My name is Suzy..in this book, the writer, who plays the role of a maid servant, chanced on Jojo, a 15 year old boy watching pornography, and advices him, his friend Lenin, suzy and this generation on addictions, effects and how one can find freedom from them through the power of Christ...