Below: Me At 15 With a Buddy
Anyway, about 2 months into the program I was kicked out. The arrangement was every night we would go to another memberís house (more advanced in the program) to be under their supervision. We would be led from the rehab to our car, and from the car to the house by our belt loops. It was very weird. But anyway, one night it was just 3 of us and the members looking after us wanted out just as Keith and I did. However, he was court ordered to be there so failure would mean jail time instead. But the other guy and me had nothing to lose, and only freedom to gain. So we all concocted a story where the other newcomer and myself had some sexual relations (the only way one can be kicked out) and Jamie (our caretaker) called the rehab at 3 a.m. in a false panic explaining ďwhat had happened.Ē Within a week, me and Keith (the other guy) were back out on the street, breathing fresh air. It was truly a moment of victory for the both of us.
While I was in rehab I had gone into some light detail about my encounter with the guy from A.A., and as a result they informed my parents of itís occurrence soon after my release. Being something I didnít really want to continue facing yet feeling obligated to take some sort of action, my family and I pressed criminal charges and from there I donít know what happened. Some detectives came out to the house, asked some questions, and we never heard from them again. Which was just as well if you ask me, I didnít want to acknowledge that episode anymore than I had to.
Life was pretty fun actually after my release, though the fun constituted much heavier drug use. However, I did go back to school for a short period before dropping out at 16 and taking on a full time job. This provided me with all the money I needed to smoke as much weed as I liked. But by 18, all of that would soon change, when I was to encounter a much more sinister beast.