Jetta wanted to turn and walk away but knew better than to think it was that easy. She was in the thick of it and regretted the day she asked Natalie if she could move in. Natalie was nothing but drama and Jetta knew it but she hadn’t been thinking straight, she had only been thinking that she had to get out. Danny was abusive and she couldn’t take it any longer. No one seemed to believe her. Even some of her closest friends thought she was exaggerating or making Danny out to be worse than he really was. Jetta wished she was only making up stories of abuse.
So now, instead of Danny’s abuse she was intricately entangled in Natalie’s addiction. Jetta didn’t know which was worse? Thinking back to the day her parents asked her when she was moving out, Jetta felt some resentment that she was asked to leave without them knowing she had nowhere healthy to go. Her life was getting deeper and deeper into chaos than she ever thought possible. Jetta began to have doubts that she would survive the next six months, knowing Natalie was going to have to give up her lease for lack of payment. She felt herself slipping into a darkness that scared her more than Danny’s abuse and Natalie’s addiction ever could.
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