When I was 15 a much older man forced me to try crack. The summer I turned 15 he asked me to walk to the store with him. We ended up at a bar and he said he was just buying some beer so I could come in and he bought me a shot. I had been drinking since I was 12 so I said sure ill take a shot then he asked me if i had to go to the bathroom and I said no but he told me to go and make sure. I thought it was wierd but I went anyway and when I finished and tried to open the door he came rushing in, locked the door and started touching me. I pushed him off and he said he would stop if i tried some of his crack. I didnt even know what it was but i tried it thinkin it was harmless. I got hooked. I am so mad at the fact someone would ruine a 15 yr old like that. It was partially my fault but if he hadnt pushed it on me i wouldnt be here relapsin on coke.
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