This was a story told to me.
My self and my twin were neglected as children. Our mother and her partner where never their. We never had clean clothes or new things. We were sent to school with scabies. We had no friends and were bullied badly.
By the age of 12-13 we rebelled. Partying with older men and drinking. We ended up being sexually active and drinking too often.
Soon after I tried cocaine. I was naturally shy, and had a speech impediment. When I got drunk and took cocaine, I was confident, tougher. I was a bad Girl. I didn’t take any bullshit.
Both me and my twin were using a lot. Then she left our flat to live with her boyfriend.
By now I had started pole dancing and stripping. Soon I progressed to high class bars. Cocaine was a daily occurrence.
My habit grew, possibly due to my sister moving. We had recently had a few negative times; And as a result would become a different person. I have several alter egos, and being the party one shut my bad feelings out.
I soon progressed to highest earner, £5,000 a night, £20,000, all expenses, trips to New York. I was also selling myself.
It didn’t take long until I had a pimp. He was abusive, forced himself on me and was violent.
My addiction meant I could no longer work at the exclusive nightclubs I was used to.
Eventually I ended up on the street. I was dating a homeless guy, but I knew I was in danger from my past.
Thankfully I was able to engage with a drug team, who quickly got me admitted to detox and then rehab.
