Finding Forever Read Free

pockets, bored out of his mind. Racks, shelves and tables of overly priced clothes surrounded him. Why Trina had insisted on his accompanying her to buy Malik, her eight-year-old son, summer clothes was beyond him. He could’ve easily hit her off with a stack and been on his way. They weren’t together anymore, but that was a concept Trina didn’t seem to understand. Besides, Koran had moves to make. There was pressing business in the streets that he needed to take care of.
     
    Plus, he didn’t like being around Trina for too long. At any given moment she was known to pop off with an attitude and spazz out if she didn’t get her way. Trina was a drama queen. Under the phrase in the dictionary there should have been a picture of her face. Her fucked up attitude was one of the reasons Koran had left her alone. He couldn’t deal with the nonstop arguing and fighting, and what had turned him off even more was that they used to do it in front of her son.
     
    Koran tried to explain to Trina that when a child sees his parents fight it changes him. Koran knew this all too well. For years, he watched his mother and father fight night after night. There was always a constant war going on in their house. His parents, Kora and Sly, were always at each other’s throats and they could never agree on anything. One of them had to be right, which would make the other wrong, and that in itself would lead to another argument.
     
    But one day the fighting got to be too much for Sly. He grew tired of the never-ending back and forth, tit for tat nonsense and left. Kora never saw it coming. She thought she and Sly would always be together, despite the fact that they couldn’t get along. She didn’t think their arguing was that big of a deal, when she did everything possible to ensure that he was happy in every other way.
     
    Kora cooked, cleaned, sucked, fucked and babysat his bullshit for over ten years, so how dare he leave her alone to cope with the fact that he had given up on loving her? Coming to that conclusion was too much for her to deal with, so she didn’t. Instead, she coated her pain with denial and alcohol. A couple of glasses of wine lessened the sting and she started having a few glasses a day. Then a girlfriend introduced her to weed. Little did Kora know that her girlfriend’s weed was always laced with cocaine. Kora was instantly hooked.
     
    From then on things in her life went downhill. Snorting lines of cocaine quickly took the place of Philly Blunts filled with weed, and soon Kora fell in love with a boy named Heroin. He was the greatest love of them all. Heroin did things to her no other man had ever done. She didn’t have to argue with him. He understood her every want and need. Being with him was better than sex. Being in his presence peaked her senses and when he grabbed her arm tightly and pushed himself deep in her veins it was the best euphoric high she’d ever felt.
     
    Heroin took her mind off the thoughts that haunted her and he always came running when she called. He reminded her that with him everything would be okay. He’d become her pimp and like the trick she was, Kora gave all of her money to him. Then, like in every relationship, she and Heroin began to have problems. He started to consume her life in ways she hadn’t imagined.
     
    One day Kora woke up to find a man she didn’t know on top of her, naked. All of the utilities in her house had been turned off, the furniture had been sold and no food was in the refrigerator. What made her feel even worse was the look of pure disgust in Koran’s eyes as he sat in a corner of the room watching her. It was written all over his face that he knew she loved Heroin more than she loved him. Koran was ashamed of her and what she had become. She was no longer his idol. Kora wasn’t the beauty she once was. She was a prostitute, a manipulator, a thief, a liar and a junkie, all wrapped up in one.
     
    Kora knew she needed help. She couldn’t run away