Chasing A High by Melissa Webb (best reads of all time txt) 📕

I can't quite remember when I first started doing drugs. All that I know is that the drugs and the behaviors that came along with them led me to be in the position that I am in today. My name is Melissa Webb and this is my story.


“Melissa, get your ass out here right now!” my grandfather was yelling at me. I could just tell from the tone of his voice that he was drunk. I opened my bedroom door and went out into the living room to see what the hell he wanted. “what the fuck do you want now?” I asked him with disgust in my voice. The look that crossed his eyes scared the shit out of me. Even though I was only twelve years old, I had grown to become somewhat cocky while in his presence. “Lil girl what the fuck did you just say to me?” I didn't even have time to respond before he was on top of me beating the shit out of me like never before. It seemed as if hours had gone by before he was finally done. “Go to your room and I don’t want to see your fucking face for the rest of the goddamn night.!” I looked at him with hate in my eyes and walked to my room. I slammed the door and blasted my stereo. As I sat there in my bed, I knew that I couldn't stay there much longer. Because sooner or later one of us would end up dead. Because of the fact that I didn’t have any friends (because my grandfather never let me have a social life) I was pondering the idea of what I would do or where I would go if I did run away. A thought came into my head. I picked up my cell phone and I called the chat line number that I had found one day when I was messing with my phone, called Live Links . The chat line number required me to be eighteen years of age and to make a profile. So I lied about my age and set up a profile so that I could find someone who could take me out of this hell hole. “Hey to all you hot guys out there. My name is Melissa and I’m 5'5 and weigh 130. I'm white, black, Mexican, and puerto rican. Just thought that I would hop on this line to see if anyone wanted to party and hang out. I’m down for pretty much whatever.” I listened to some of the profiles of the guys that were online and found one that sounded pretty chill, and guaranteed a great time. His name was Seth and he was nineteen years old. I told him that I would meet him at the bowling alley down the street from my house. I was waiting outside, when his car pulled up he honked the horn and I hopped in. “Damn, your cuter than what you described in your profile.” he told me as he put the car and gear and we speed off. “ Your not bad looking yourself." I told him. I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but I was pretty much down for whatever. “Do you drink?” Seth asked me with a smirk on his face. “ I do now.” I responded with a seductive look on my face. We went to his house and got hammered. I have never seen so much alcohol other than in my house (and even though I always hated the idea of alcohol because of what it's done to my family), I was impressed by the different variations of liquor that I had to choose from. “Can I use your bathroom?” “Yeah, its down the hall and to the left.” Seth called out to me from the kitchen. I went into the bathroom and reapplied my lip gloss and made sure that I looked good. When I returned to the living room, Seth was sitting on the couch with the alcohol on the table and was rolling what I assumed to be weed. I also noticed that he had removed his shirt and was wearing his muscle shirt now. He had tattoos on his upper arms, and I could tell by the thin material of his muscle shirt that he had a six pack. I sat down next to him and he handed me the bottle of Hennessy. I popped off the top and began to down it. As he finished rolling the blunt he passed it to me and I handed him the bottle. About two hours went by, I was wasted and higher than a kite. I felt amazing and invincible. Seth asked if I wanted to stay the night. “sure, I mean there isn't anywhere else for me to go” I said. Soon one thing led to another and it ended with me and Seth laying in his bed wrapped in each others arms after having sex for almost an hour straight. It was my first time and I wanted it to last forever. It was the best feeling ever. As I layed in Seth’s arms and we drifted to sleep, I started feeling like I had fallen in love. I thought that it would last forever and that we would always be together. I let my young mind run wild with the possibility of being with Seth the rest of my life. But little did I know, that fantasy ended sooner than I thought it would.
When I awoke the next morning, Seth was already in the shower. I went outside to the porch and lit a Newport. I started smoking ever since I was eleven years old (Someone told me that it would help me with the stress that I was dealing with at home). It worked alright and I have been doing it ever since.
There was some guy across the street that kept looking at me and smiling. I looked at him and wondered what the hell he was smiling about. As I put my cigarette out, I looked at what I had come outside in. I was wearing Seth's boxers and one of his button up shirts. The guy across the street came over and started talking to me. "Wat's up with you girl, wat's your name?" he said to me. "My name is Melissa. What's good with you?" He told me that his name was De'Andre and that he was twenty-one years old. He asked me for my cell number and said that he would call me later so we could kick it. I went back into the house and found Seth drying off in the bathroom. I walked up to him and started kissing him and as our bodies pressed tightly together, I felt the need foe him to be inside me. "Are you ready for a shower?" he asked me. "You know it, but only if you plan on joining me." I said as I looked into his breath taking blue eyes. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom with me, and he took the towel off from around his waist. I took off the clothes that I had on that belonged to him as he turned on the shower. I climbed in behind him and was in complete heaven for the next forty-five minutes. As I got out of the shower and started drying off with the towel he came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. "I have to get to work soon." he whispered in my ear. "Do you have time to drop me off at the light rail station?" I asked him. He told me to get dressed and then well go. As I waited for him to finish getting ready, I went out front to smoke another Newport. I began to wonder about what I would do while I waited for Seth to get off work. Once he came outside we got in the car and he dropped me off at the Watt and I-80 light rail station. Before I got out of the car, he kissed me one last time and told me that he would call me when he got off work to come pick me up from wherever I was at. As I was sitting on the light rail headed down town, me and Seth were texting each other about how much we already missed each other only though we had been apart for about ten minutes.

Seth: I miss you already babe
I miss you too, what time do you get off work?
Seth: At about 5:30
OK, I'm headed downtown to the mall. I'll text you in a little bit.
Seth: OK babe, love you.

I couldn't wait until he got off work so that we could be together. I started really thinking about the both of us. He was nineteen and I was twelve. Even though I looked a lot older than I really was, i couldn't get rid of the guilt that kept nagging at me. How was I supposed to continue seeing Seth and lie to him about everything at the same time. I defiantly didn't want to loose him. I decided that I wouldn't say anything to Seth about how old I really was. It was at this point in my life that lying became a habit that would never go away. This was the beginning of spending the rest of my life as a habitual liar.

Publication Date: 01-07-2011

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