Memoirs of Theresa Crawford but Watch out I'm an Addict

By Michael Sims

MY THREE MAIN HOBBIES ARE COOKING, READING COMIC BOOKS AND STUDING THE BIBLE. I HAS ALWAYS BEEN A PEOPLE'S PERSON. I LOVE AND ENJOY MEETING PEOPLE ESPECIALLY LEARNING ABOUT OTHER INDIVIDUALS HISTORIES AND CULTURES. IN THE LATTER YEARS OF MY LIFE WHILE WORKING AS A COOK, BARTENDER AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE COUNSELOR. I HAVE GAIN A BROADER VEIW INTO MANY DIFFERENT ASPECTS OF LIFE BY SOCIALIZING WITH MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE. I HAVE MET PEOPLE SUCH AS FROM THE PROFFESSORS TO THE MENTALLY ILL. FROM THE WEALTHY TO THE HOMELESS. ALL THESE EXPERIENCE PLUS MY OWN PAST RELATIONSHIPS INSPIRED ME TO THIS BOOK. MOREOVER, I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING IT AND MAY GOD CONTINUE TO BLESS YOU ALL!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 6, 2008
• ISBN: 9781450098168

Michael Sims

Michael Sims's six acclaimed non-fiction books include The Adventures of Henry Thoreau, The Story of Charlotte's Web, and Adam's Navel, and he edits the Connoisseur's Collection anthology series, which includes Dracula's Guest, The Dead Witness, The Phantom Coach, and the forthcoming Frankenstein Dreams. His writing has appeared in New Statesman, New York Times, Washington Post, and many other periodicals. He appears often on NPR, BBC, and other networks. He lives in Pennsylvania. michaelsimsbooks.com

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MEMOIRS OF

THERESA CRAWFORD

BUT WATCH OUT

I’M AN ADDICT

Michael Sims

Copyright © 2008 by Michael Sims.

ISBN:  Hardcover  978-1-4257-8256-6

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

MICHAEL SIMS SLANGANARY

ALL PRAISES AND THANKSGIVING TO GOD THE FATHER, THE MOST HIGH GOD

GOD THE SON, LORD JESUS CHRIST, MY LORD AND SAVIOR

GOD THE SPIRIT, THE HOLY SPIRIT, THE SPIRIT THAT RESIDES WITHIN ME

MY MOTHER FOR HER LOVE AND PRAYERS THAT HAVE SUPPORTED ME

MY GRANDMOTHER WHO WORDS OF WISDOM HAS ALWAYS STAYED WITH ME

MY WIFE FOR HER ENCOURAGEMENT, HER LOVE WHICH HAD

SUBSTAIN ME THROUGH ALL MY ORDEALS AND HER SUPPORT

MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS FOR THEIR ENCOURAGEMENT

AND TO ALL MY UNCLES, AUNTIES, NIECES, NEPHEWS, COUSINS AND A HOST OF SPECIAL FRIENDS FOR THEIR LOVE AND SUPPORT

This is a story of rape, abuse, drug addiction, and recovery. A small glimpse into the life of a woman named Theresa Crawford. In addition, to all the horrendous things she had to endure, she became a productive person in spite of her drug addiction. I had a personal relationship with this woman. We met when she was only sixteen, a year after she was raped.

I was an eyewitness to most of her past and emotional pain. I would experience a many of nights, when she would come home and break down emotionally from all the things she had done to get her drugs. In addition to her abusive drug addiction and my own naïveté about drugs, I became a substance abuse counselor to better understand the cause and effects of a person who has became addicted to drugs.

After years of drug abuse, she finally found the spiritual love of God that was needed to overcome her addiction. It was one of many stories that were told to me by many different women, who shared similar experiences in their addiction to drugs. Whosoever read this book; it is my sincere hope and prayer that you can get a clear understanding of the tragedy and pain that a woman suffers through in their addiction. However there is hope and salvation through God’s grace. That is given to all that believe in our Lord Jesus Christ. You can be saved.

CHAPTER 1

SOME WHERE IN BETWEEN

The rain and mist from early in the day made the night very foggy and gloomy. The streets were very quiet and empty. Any other time the streets would be filled with people and cars but not tonight, it was so dead out here. Even to the point that I had been tricked into sucking a dick for eight bucks. Therefore, after that bullshit, I started my way down the alley to the spot. where the young boys sold their dope, as I got closer one of the boys said. How many do you want bitch? He called me as I walked up to him.

Dig man, I only have eight dollars and I need one bad man. He stated you ho’s know we don’t take shorts but hey looking at you, you can make up the difference little baby as he starts to unzips his pants. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, so I crouch down and pull out his penis as he leans back on the wall. First, I went into my pocket and got a damp napkin to clean the piss smell off his dick.

Then I closed my eyes and began to slurp on his dick. I imagine that it was a candy sucker or something else instead of a musty ass dick. He says slurp on it fast baby, so I can shoot my cum faster.

Whereas I was moving my tongue faster down his shaft as he, oohs and ahhs with pleasure.

He took his penis out of my mouth while grabbing me by my head.

Immediately he held my head and shot his hot thick sticky cum all over my lips. Then I jerked my head backwards out of his hand and started spitting cum off my lips.

I said damn man, let go of me and give me my shit so I can fucking go man. Ok, ok baby calm the fuck down, what’s your name? They call me T.C. or Top Cat, I answered. I can see why they call you the Top Cat, with that big ole fine ass you got. But listen if you ever want to make some change baby girl, come here, and ask for DJ. Here you go baby, this one is on me he smiled. Yeah cool man alright as he gave me two bags.

Then I headed for a spot to get high at and it was inside of an abandon building.

With luck, I found a room with a table and some chairs still in there. I prepared to start my mission by opening both bags and cutting the crack up into little bits for me to smoke. Then I got out my little glass pipe and burnt the brillo screen. After that, I forced the brillo screen down into the top of the pipe with a piece of a hanger and now I put a piece of crack into the pipe. Whereas I lit my torch to melt the crack down into it, franticly I took my first puff and it was a big one.

The next puff made me paranoid as I got up to see if any one was watching me. I began tweaking, looking around on the floors to see if I had dropped one. I continue to smoke until it was all gone. Then I sat in the chair with my head in lap rocking, crying and thinking how my life got so fucked up in the first place.

CHAPTER 2

THE RAPE

I remember back when people use to call me Theresa Crawford, my real name. Then I was fifthteen and still a virgin until it happens. I was beautiful with a body that would not stop. At that age, I had an even tone complexion, nice boobs, and an ass that was shape like a donkey and I knew it too. I was proud of the way my ass was shape because in the hood you did not have a beautiful figure unless you had a big booty.

Shit, I was like Sears I had everything body wise. The boys would tease me as I walked pass the basketball court and they would say that my ass was shaped like two round basketballs. In addition I only had a few girl friends because the other girls were all jealous of my beautiful figure. Moreover, all their boyfriends wanted me too.

At that time, my mother’s alcoholic boyfriend named Claude was living with us. One day while momma was at work, I came home early from school and my mother’s boyfriend was there drunk as a skunk. Whereas I threw my books on the table and started watching TV. I was lying down on the sofa while looking at my cartoons.

Then he entered the room and he was staring at me, looking at me all over, this made me feel uncomfortable. Therefore, I set up on the couch as he sat next to me.

However, as I was moving away from him, he grabbed me by my arm and said. You know you got some pretty ass legs, you know you’re going to be a star when you grow up girl. He then put his hand on my face and was feeling on my jaws. Yeah, you got some pretty skin too. I yelled Stop, Claude stop! Get your nasty ass hand off me as I pushed his hand away from my face. He looked at me with a frown and then staggered his way upstairs.

I again tried to watch TV. As I was looking at my cartoons suddenly, I notice he was standing behind the sofa. He was looking down at me in his underwear while stroking himself.

What the fuck? Claude, get your nasty ass the fuck out of here. What the fuck wrong with you, get the hell out of here man, or I will call the police on your stankin’ ass. I ain’t fucking playing with your drunken butt. I stood up and had my fist balled up, ready to swing. Still he didn’t say a word; he just kept walking towards me. As he got closer, I stepped back and took a swing. He then caught my punch and threw me down on the sofa. He got on top of me while holding me down. I didn’t know why he was doing this or what he was going to do.

Therefore, I tried to knock him off me but he had both of my arms and legs pinned now. He then flipped me over, pulled down my panties exposing my butt, and said.

I’m going to give you what you have been wanting, walking around here flaunting your sweet little ass in front of me.

I was still fighting him as he was trying to enter me. If you don’t stop that motherfucking kicking and hollering, I’ll smoother your ass, bitch. However, I kept on crying and fighting him. He began trying to push my head down inside the sofa.

Now got damn it, I said shut your fucking mouth! Or I’ll push your fucking face down through this motherfucking sofa, you understand me! he shouted. I didn’t stop as he began pushing his dick inside of me and he finally penetrated me. The pain was horrible. I scream for him to stop, he just kept on pushing his dick deep inside of me even harder.

I began feeling his sticky warm cum running, melting down between my legs. I was throwing up as he took his dick out of my pussy. Then he started to release himself on my ass. My mind went numb; I felt so violated, humiliated, and tired I just wanted to die.

Although he didn’t stop there, he started beating his dick against my ass cheeks. I can feel his dick getting hard again. With one hand, he grabbed me by my waist, lifts my butt up off the sofa, and rams his dick into it. I yelled out in more pain as blood now flowed from ass. I can’t take this shit anymore; I began fighting him with every ounce of strength I could muster. I didn’t care if I lived or die now.

In a fit of rage, I managed to kick him in the nuts and ran in the kitchen. I grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen drawer and said. Come on motherfucker come on as I was trying to cut his ass. He looked into my eyes seeing that I wasn’t bullshitting with him. I slashed the knife at him; he took off running out the front door.

I hurried up and double locked the door. Then I felled to the floor rocking and crying, waiting for momma to come home. Momma as she unlock her door, she looked and cried out what the hell is going on in here? Baby, baby, where did all this blood come from? Then she saw me in the corner all balled up, she screams. No, No, God no! Not my child, Lord, no! Baby what happen? What bastard did this to you? You all right baby, tell me you’re all right, please baby!

I didn’t respond just yet, I was so sore and still hurting from what Claude had done to me. I just sat there thinking to myself. Why? Why me God? Why this shit had to happen to me? What have I done, Lord? Hysterically she asks me again what happen, who did this to you? I began to snap in anger and said your motherfucking boyfriend Claude, he did this to me momma! He raped and he beat me up momma, Claude did this to me!

Now looking for her gun, she yelled, I’m going to kill his ass; God knows I’m gonna to kill him. Crying and cussing, momma picks me up and set me on the sofa. She went into the closet to get some towels to stop the bleeding. Then she called the police and they came trying to take a statement from me. I just told them who did this to me because I didn’t feel like talking right now. They then took me over to the hospital and I started screaming as the male nurses were trying to assist me. At that time, I did not want a man even looking at me or around me. I took a hospital gown and put it over my face so that no one could see my face.

Then momma says now baby calm down, momma’s here, ain’t nobody gonna hurt you any more. Just let the doctor check you out, to see if any other harm has been done. A female doctor and cop came in the room to check me out. The female officer began to question me.

She said, Now tell me what happen. I shouted angrily Claude raped me, Claude Thomas rape me, my mother boyfriend he raped me! I began crying and the female cop said. Don’t cry we’ll catch this bastard. However, in order to put him away, you must press charges.