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had become dependent on that poisonous substance that decorated her end table. She could barely go a day without it running through her veins or putting it up her nose. It has become a part of her everyday living. She knew she was a flat out fiend as she crawled to the end table. Her hands shook violently as she inhaled deeply, feeding her desire.
       Within seconds she felt like she was floating on cloud nine. This felt like an ‘out of body’ experience. She was no longer sitting home alone on her living room floor. She went back to a place where she wished she could stay forever. To a place where she was happy, a time when she felt nothing in her life could go wrong, when the love of her life Dre, was still alive.
       Dre was her everything. The air she breathed, the blood that circulated her veins, the beat to her heart; he was the love of her life. They first met when Dre was in college. They were complete opposites. Dre was a schoolboy majoring in business management, with good grades. He was well-mannered and clean cut with a promising future. China on the other hand was a wild child; she barely went to school, had the mouth of a sailor and at a young age started using drugs. Her parents had given up on her. Her mother was at her wits end and was two seconds from kicking her out on her ass. They thought she was destined for failure; that is until she met Dre.
       China, and her friend Nene were at Morgan State’s Homecoming. They had no business being there barely seventeen but neither one of them were fazed; they always managed to sneak their young asses into twenty-one and over clubs anyway. China was decked out in hip hugging Capris that outlined her well-developed curves and a cherry red halter top that showed off her flat midsection. China was definitely eye candy with her caramel colored skin, oval face and hazel slanted eyes. Her shoulder length hair was styled in a wrap, with neatly trimmed bangs.
       “You drinking tonight?” Nene asked popping her gum in China’s ear.
       “Yes,” China replied visibly annoyed with Nene’s childish antics. They walked through the crowd in search of alcohol.
       “Damn ma, you wearing the hell out of them jeans,” a hopeful said looking to get lucky as he eyed China’s ample bottom.
       “Thanks,” China said casually over her shoulder and kept it moving. He wasn’t her type. He was cute but she could tell he was trying to stunt, because the huge ear ring he rocked in his right ear was cubic zirconia, but he was trying to pass it off as a diamond. That was a turn off for her anyway. She thought a man with pierced ears was unattractive.
       After getting their drinks China and Nene found a vacant spot on the wall and posted up and did what teenagers do, talk about people. While cracking up after Nene peeped out a chick whose heels were leaning on Jesus, China got the sense someone was watching her. She momentarily took her eyes off sistah girl and scanned the crowded dance floor until her eyes finally connected with his. That’s when she saw him, the love of her life. He was out on the dance floor with some rhythm-inclined chick, but she could feel his eyes were focused solely on her. He was a deep chocolate brother, with a bald head, and there was nothing China liked more than a bald head.
       China cocked her head to the side and held her drink acknowledging him. She then boldly walked over to where he was and rudely interrupted his current dance session. Dre immediately dissed his rhythm inclined dance partner and started grinding with China to R. Kelly’s “Honey Love.” There was no way he was going to miss this train ride. What he did by dissing that girl was out of character for him but it was something about this girl that had him hypnotized.
       “So what’s your name?” Dre asked, his lips touching her ear sending a chill down her spine.
       “China, and yours?” she asked, looking over her shoulder and smiling up at