Angel, Angel

By Terri Wycoff

This book is a series of short stories of my life in and on the streets addicted to drugs. These stories are true and all names have been changed to protect other parties.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456734411

Terri Wycoff

Born and raised in Wilmington, California, Terri Wycoff left home when she was 18 only to discover that life wasn’t all she planned it to be. She became a mother at the young age of 18 and that’s when the struggle began. At the age of 19 she got really heavy into drinking and smoking marijuana because she was trapped in a brutal, abusive relationship. At the age of 25, her drug use of crack cocaine started because of her own curiosity which lead to eight years of hard learned lessons and experiences. The devastation of drug use and living in the streets is what inspired this book. She has expressed how very important it is that people read her story to prevent themselves from going through the same life altering decision. She hates drugs and what it did to her and prays that this book reaches every inch of the earth in every attempt to discourage the use of all drugs.

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Angel, Angel

TERRI WYCOFF

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First published by AuthorHouse 03/09/2011

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Contents

IT ALL STARTED:

HAD A PIMP:

I WAS A WAITRESS:

ALL ALONE:

GOT JUMPED IN THE DOPE HOUSE:

GO TO THE BACK ROOM AND WAIT FOR ME:

HE TOOK ME ON THE FREEWAY:

SOCKED IN THE EYE:

HE PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD AND SHOT TWICE:

SHARON AND HER BOYFRIEND ROBBED ME:

PAID FOR SOMETHING I DIDN’T OWE:

HE SAID HE WAS THE POLICE:

LIVED UNDER A HOUSE:

CUT FROM EAR TO MOUTH:

FAKE DOPE:

GET IN LINE:

DRUG RAID:

GOT ARRESTED WITH DOPE ON ME:

RENO:

JAMAICAN JESSE:

RAPED IN MY FRIENDS UPSTAIRS APARTMENT:

MY KNIGHT IN SHINNING ARMOR:

HE WAS TRYING TO SET ME UP:

COUSIN ON MY DADDY’S SIDE:

SAW A GIRL GET BEAT NEAR DEATH:

SOLD DOPE FOR THE JAMAICANS:

NICK:

SAW THE KNIFE UNDER HIS LEG:

JUMPED BY TWO GUYS:

SCARED ME TO REHAB:

RAPED BY A FEMALE DOPE DEALERS SON:

RAPED BY A FRIEND CLOSER THEN A BROTHER:

DEAD IN MINUTES:

THE HEADLESS HOUSE:

HE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM:

MY EXIT:

EXPERIENCES:

Hello, there is something I need to say. I’d like to start off by telling you how the title of this book came about. There are two Angels that played a part in this moment in time. One day I asked a girl named Angel to let me in on what she was doing night after night. The second Angel came from God. He literally sent My Guardian Angel down here to watch over me and protect me from the mess I had gotten myself into. Throughout my story you will see how God stepped in a countless number of times, Hence, the title: Angel, Angel. When you read my story you will understand what I mean. Several years ago I made a bad decision and my goal now is to help you or your love ones avoid the same mistake. My decision has been life-altering on so many levels. When you read about my experiences hopefully it will make you steer clear of the road I traveled. I wasted a lot of time, time I can never get back. Nevertheless, I understand that it is a miracle that I am even alive today to tell you what happened.

Hi, my name is Terri Wycoff but my street name was Bumperkit. I want to tell you about a decision I made almost 26 years ago. As I mentioned earlier, I made a bad decision, but because of the grace of God I am able to sit here, write and share it with you. The decision was to do drugs. God sent me to be a help to you so that you will avoid making the same mistake.

It all started when I introduced myself to drugs. I say I introduced myself because it was me that asked to make its acquaintance. My drug addiction started in 1984 and this book is based on a series of true events that lead up to my decision to get clean. I was addicted to drugs for eight years. My drug of choice was crack cocaine better known as free base but I had gone through more then a few drugs to get to where I ended up. Trust me when I tell you that marijuana is just as harmful and life changing as crack, because it paves the way for other substance abuse. When marijuana no longer satisfied me I was easily swayed to try stronger drugs and so on and so forth. This book is about how I got started all the way to how my drug use came to an end. I tried free basing a couple of times before with years in between and because I didn’t become addicted right away that was my ticket out and I didn’t take it. The first time I tried it, it was with a girlfriend who was also my roommate. One evening, I came home from the club and she was sitting at the kitchen table with a male friend of hers. I said hello and continued to my room when they invited me to sit down and get high with them, they were using crack cocaine and at the time I knew nothing about it. They explained to me how it was to be done. Melt in down on the pipe, inhale hold it in then let it out. Sounds simple, I took their instruction but I didn’t feel anything and got up to leave but then they told me I didn’t do it right and proceeded to show me how it was done. I still didn’t feel anything and told them I didn’t want anymore.

Years later I was visiting a friend in jail and while I was going through the procedure of long lines they send you through to visit an inmate I met a guy. We decided after we finished visiting each of our friends that we would hang out for a little while. When we left the jail we went to his hotel room. He explained to me that he had been in the room for a couple of days and there were people already there and he was right there were people everywhere and they were smoking crack. They were acting really strange some were on all fours picking at the carpet, some were pacing the floor and everyone’s eyes were real wide like they were in a state of shock. Something I had never seen before. He offered me some but I refused and told him I had tried it years ago and it didn’t do anything for me. His remark to me was that I hadn’t done it right and that he would show me how. It’s funny how people are oh so willing to show you how to do drugs the right way. This time when I tried it I still didn’t feel anything and I should have insisted to myself at that point in time that that was it for me. You find out later in my story that the only right way is not to do it at all.

When the Lord spoke to me and said to write this book about how I had been a drug addict there after I struggled with the idea. One because I didn’t want my children to know anything about the life decision I made or the details of it and oh my goodness I didn’t want my Mom and Dad to know either and to top it off, people. There is only one word for them, judgmental. It doesn’t matter how many scriptures there are in the Bible, for example, he who is without sin cast the first stone. Or judge not, that ye be not judged. People are still so quick to point the finger and let you know all about your faults and shortcomings.

I am speaking about saved people, the ones that are supposed to have your back. I had big concerns, and when the Lord told me to write this book. After I stopped complaining about it I went to Him in prayer and asked that He bring everything back to my remembrance. Wow! It was all coming back so fast it was overwhelming. Tears, anger, pain so many emotions. I can’t do this Lord, maybe another time. He said, No Terri, now! So I went and bought a tape recorder, blank tapes and batteries thinking if I said it into the tape recorder that I could write it fast and get it over with. I brought them home, set the bag down in the corner of the room and just stared at it for days. So many memories of my drug addicted life came flooding back, it was like I was having a mental overload. Things I had tucked away and forgotten about and had no reason for them to resurface were right in front of me live and in color like He had turned back the hands of time, the Lord refreshed my memory because I had to write this book. He gave me a number of reasons why this book had to be written and I gave Him every reason why it shouldn’t. He said, We are losing people everyday to drugs. People are crying out for help, they need deliverance: you need to be a witness for me and they need to see that you are living proof that there is a way out. He revealed to me later that the book was also for my own healing, which I didn’t realize I needed.

I have also been seeking God for a husband and told Him that this book could not happen. What man is going to want to marry me after he finds out what I’ve done and what people have done to me? His response to that was that there was no way that I could have a relationship with a man because my past would spill over into marriage and if I didn’t resolve these issues the marriage and or relationship that I desired would never happen.

Now, when do we ever listen to the Lord when it is something we really want? I trust that He can part the Red Sea but not find me a husband. So I continued to look for my soul mate. I knew he was out there and I was going to find him so I started my quest looking for The One looking on dating sites, placing personal aids even phone dating and nothing I did would manifest. The Lord shut every door, Terri I said No!

The Lord also had to continually remind me not to be concerned about what people had to say just get the book written, He said I am your judge and no one else. When I finally stopped kicking and screaming and started writing I realized what He meant. What I had lived through was nothing short of a death-defying feat in and of itself. However, I figured it was the past, I went through it, God met me on the other side, and it was all over but as I began to write I knew it was far from that.

I felt emotions that I didn’t know existed. The pain was unreal. I felt anger I mean real anger, hurt, shame and pure disgust. I even discovered at that very moment that I had no love for myself. Wow, I don’t love myself. I never thought I would ever say that! I know now and understand what the Lord’s been saying to me, Terri, you have issues. I needed an overhaul. I was in pure shock but it was necessary. In the midst of resolving my issues I can also be a help to others and at the same time he would show me how to love myself again then and only then could I truly give love to someone else.

I know because of my up-bringing that there are people out there that were not given a choice like I was. I was brought up in church and that’s all I knew. My dad and mom got saved when my twin brother and I were six months old, shortly after my father became a minister. I have a praying Mom and had a praying Dad and Grandmother. I thank God for them.

The entire eight years I did drugs, just a few of my immediate family knew where I was, and for the most part they didn’t know if I was dead or alive but I could not let them see me like that. I was embarrassed, but when the Lord delivered me I knew where those prayers had come from. I remember one time when I was in a Women’s facility I had gotten a letter two days before I was suppose to be released. The letter was from my dad. He had been looking for me. It felt good to know that, but at the same time I knew I wasn’t done yet because the whole time I was in jail all I talked about was as soon as I get out I’m going to get high. I found out after I got sober that he came that weekend to visit but I had already gone. I went to jail one hundred more times after that with the same mind set. When I get out I’m going to get high. If it hadn’t been for my family and their prayers and my upbringing I would have never found my way back home; back to God that is, back to my right mind. The scripture is right: train up a child in the way he should go and when he gets old he will not depart from it. There’s no escape when you’re taught, you are accountable.

When I was in the streets doing drugs I saw people introduced to crack for the first time but not by me. There was no way I wanted to be responsible for ruining anyone’s life. It’s a sad sight to see someone go from normal to being taken over by this sinful substance. I still cry at the things I saw – I can still see them in my head. There are people that don’t need to experience what I went through and probably wouldn’t survive it if they did. There are 500 people per day (probably a lot more now) that are being introduced to crack cocaine and no one there to tell them different. Some of these people have never even heard about God. People that haven’t even heard His Name mentioned in their homes. People that were brought up being told that God does not exist. How will they ever find a way out if they got mixed up with drugs? What about the users already out there? That is where I come in. I was sent by God to intercede, stand in the gap help set the captive free. I need to tell my story. I need to take my life and go out there and be a blessing to those that are stuck and don’t have a way out and let them know there is another way to live. He came that we might have life and that more abundantly. Here’s my decision, my experience, my deliverance. Be blessed.

Dedications:

To God, the Author and Finisher

To my Father and Mother thank you for my upbringing because of you I found the pathway back, Train up a child in the way he should go and when he gets old he will not depart from it.

To my son Elijah and my daughter Jada,