Journey Of Compainions
Journey Of Compainions
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THE
JOURNEY OF COMPANIONS
Rarely would Matthew look in the contact (Man looking for
Woman, Woman looking for Man), columns in the paper, but this day he did.
And this add caught his eye.
Single mother of 5 looking for companion to share
weekends & evenings with.
There was something about this women that drew Matthew to
her.
She was looking for what he was looking for, a companion,
not a boyfriend or a lover but a companion.
Matthew wrote to her
My name is Matthew Neilson, and like you, I am also looking
for a companion to share weekends & evenings with.
I love being around young children, but sadly have none of
my own.
I would like to meet with you.
Matthew Neilson.
It only took 3 days for
Matthew to receive a reply.
Hello Matthew, my name is Emma Brown, thankyou for
writing to me.
You said in your letter that you love children, but sadly
don’t have any of your own,
And that you are also looking for a companion to share
your life with
Would you like to have dinner with me at my place next
Saturday night, if that is convenient?
Matthew couldn’t believe what he read, and readily said yes
to Emma’s invitation to join her for dinner next Saturday night.
Emma was equally delighted that Matthew said yes to her
dinner invitation.
Dear Emma, thankyou for replying to my letter so fast.
Yes I would love to have dinner with you next Saturday
night, I am eager to meet you.
The dinner was planned for 7:30; at precisely 7:30pm Emma’s
doorbell rang.
The sight of this man who was standing before her stunned
Emma, he stood 6 feet tall; he wore black trousers, shirt & jacket.
His black hair, which shone from washing, hung down his
back, which he wore in a ponytail, which ended at his waist.
He had a long moustache, which he wore in handlebars, and a
beard, which hung, down to his chest, cut in a perfect axe-blade.
His smile, which could barely be seen through his moustache,
beamed a beautiful loving, caring smile, while his startling blue eyes had an
air of mischief about them.
Emma, her shoulder length black hair also shone from
washing, and a couple of hours of brushing.
She was dressed in a long dark green dress, which opened at
the top, slightly exposing her ample breasts.
Her brown eyes looked in shock & horror at this man who
was standing before her; never had she seen a man with longer hair than hers.
Being considerably shorter than he was, she was forced to
look up so she could look at the face of the man who now stood before her
“Good evening Emma”.
Matthew said as he presented this lady, a lady with the most
beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen, a bouquet of 12 blood red roses.
As she took the bouquet he took her hand in his and kissed
it, this caused Emma to blush.
Time appeared to have stopped for them, as they looked into
each other’s eyes.
“Won’t you please come in”?
Emma showed Matthew to the table, which had been
immaculately set out with a fine lace tablecloth, perfectly arranged cut
flowers in the center of the table which surrounded the 2 candles, which had a
wine glass on either side.
Matthew not used to being waited on, wanted to get up and
help, but then thought better of it.
He didn’t wont to spoil what Emma had planned.
The dinner consisted of, home made pumpkin soup, beautifully
tender lamb, cheese and a fine port for desert.
After dinner they sat on the couch, Emma talking about her
children.
Matthew talking about his Counselling studies, which he is
close to completing.
His dream is to help troubled children.
“You seem a bit nervous, how would you like me to give you a
massage?
I’ll start at you feet, move then to your hands, your
shoulders, head, and then if you want, I will give you a full back massage.”
Matthew said in a very deep, erotic tone.
She took off her shoes and stockings, placing her feet on
Matthews lap, his strong but tender hands massaged from her toes down to her
ankles and back again.
How she loved the feel of his hands as they moved up her leg
to her knee then back to her toes.
He then moved to her hands, which he massaged from fingertip
to elbow.
Then with her back to him he did something for her she had
never experienced before, a head massage.
She was in seventh heaven, the way his hands massaged from
her forehead, over the top of her head to the back around her ears then back to
her forehead again.
Matthew started to run his fingers through her hair in an
effort to smooth it out.
“Matthew I would really love you to give me a full back
massage”
“Well my sweet, go into your bedroom, remove your top and
when your ready call out”.
“Matthew I’m ready”
Emma lay naked on the bed as Matthew entered the room; she
had the most beautiful skin he had ever seen, it was pale, but had a beautiful
lustre about it.
He thought to himself, she had the skin of an Angel.
But then he thought to himself.
I thought I asked her to only take her top off, not strip
off,
He thought to himself as he looked at Emma lying naked
before him.
Looks like the lady wants a full body massage, who am I
to deign her.
Matthew knelt, one leg on either side of her as his hands
started to go from the center of her back to her neck.
Then he felt a bit bolder as he massaged her bare bottom,
she giggled when he touched her there.
All seemed to be going well, when all of a sudden Emma
started to cry tears of pure heartache.
She turned and faced him, her arms outstretched like a
frighten child, he laid his face against her bare breast as her tears soaked
his hair.
He turned his face to hers; it was a face of pure misery, of
silent pleading.
“Emma would you like me to stay with you tonight”.
Unable to speak, she nodded yes.
The next morning they woke in each other’s arms, tentatively
Matthew asked Emma what made her cry.
She looked up at him with sadness in her lovely eyes.
But she wouldn’t tell him what had upset her.
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The rest of the morning they spent in bed kissing, cuddling
& talking about everything except what had upset her last night, Matthew
couldn’t get her to open up.
Matthew heard the clock strike 12,then heard the front door
bell ring.
Emma forgetting she had nothing on jumped out of bed and ran
to the door.
He then heard the front door open, Emma scream, and the
sound of running footsteps as Emma ran back into the bedroom.
“Why didn’t you tell me I was naked”?
“You ran out of here so fast I didn’t get the chance, who is
it anyway”.
“Friends of mine, I forgot we were having a fundraising
meeting at my place today”.
“Do you normally run straight out of bed when the doorbell
rings”.
“I usually have a nightie on”.
She said as she buried her face into his chest.
“There is one consolation though sweety”.
She looked up at him, wondering what was on his devious
mind.
“You do have a very nice Bum”.
He said, before
taking her in his arms, kissing her.
‘Honey don’t you think you had better get dressed”, he said
to her as she lay in his loving arms.
Startled she remembered her guests.
Hurriedly she grabbed bra, knickers, a top and a pair of
jeans before sprinting out of the bedroom door once again.
Matthew dressed and joined them a few minutes later.
He walked into the dining room, Emma and her friends were
all sitting around the dinning table which had been cleared off, each of them
with papers in there hands.
“May I introduce my new love Matthew”.
“Matthew, this is Barbara, Mandy, Tim, Anne & Andrew”.
“Please to meet you all”, he said not quite knowing what to
say about the comment, My new Love.
“Matthew this is the church group I belong to, we call
ourselves the AZTECS”.
Matthew looked at all of them in turn.
“I hope you don’t indulge in human sacrifice”.
“Not this month, but it is on the agenda”.
Tim, Emma’s sarcastic friend said
“We want to raise money for cancer research, and we are
trying to come up with a gimmick that would be fun as well as a big money
earner”.
Barbara the chair of the meeting said.
Emma and her 5 friends all looked at Matthew, with his long
hair.
“Before you even think about it the answer is no, nobody is
going to shave my head”.
Disappointed they all looked away.
“But I won’t mind if you colour my hair & beard”.
Tim looked at Matthew.
“How about Pink”.
“Only if you do it too”.
“You’re got a deal”.
This mischievous look came into Matthew’s eyes.
“How about this, all the guys go Pink, while all the girls
go bald”.
Tim & Andrew roared with laughter when Matthew mentioned
this, Mandy came up behind Matthew grabbing him by the shoulders.
“All right Emma, chop the beard”.
Before a blade came close to his beard, he swung around in
his chair, grabbed Mandy around the waist, and threw her on his lap, kissing
her full on the lips.
“I’ve got an idea, how about a kissathon”.
Matthew said trying to kiss her again, but before he could
get the next kiss in, Mandy ducked, and Matthew got a mouth full of hair.
Now with everybody in there seats, and calm restored the
meeting continued.
“Honestly Matthew, would you be prepared to have your hair
& beard coloured Pink”.
“Yes I would, in a minute”.
After the meeting was over, and they were all sitting around
the dinning table drinking coffee this question was asked.
“Emma, can you please tell us why you answered the door
naked”.
Feeling embarrassed Emma was trying to come up with an
answer.
“Just tell the truth”.
Matthew whispered to her.
“Well it’s like this, last night Matthew and I slept
together”.
Her friends all looked at her stunned.
“What did you do”?
To this Matthew answered.
‘None of your business, but I can reassure you, Emma is not
pregnant”.
Just as the last words left his lips the front door burst
open and 5 excited children burst in.
“Matthew I would like to introduce my 5 lovely children,
Thomas, Charlotte, Jessica, Charlie & Miranda”.
“Pleased to meet you all”.
He said as the initiation started.
Miranda the youngest at 6 years old with flowing auburn hair
sat on his lap being all cutesy, while Charlotte & Jessica started pulling
his ponytail & beard.
Thomas, Charlie & Emma look on in laughter at the sight
of Matthew being mauled by 3 young girls.
It didn’t take long for Matthew to turn the tables on them,
while Miranda had her arms around his neck he reached down scooping the other
two up.
The laughter was even louder at the sight of Matthew
standing there with one girl hanging from his neck, the other two he held in a
horizontal direction one on each side, struggling to get away from his python
like grip.
“Ok lady, where do you want them”.
He called out to Emma.
“Put us down”.
Came the not impressed calls from the girls.
Slowly Matthew sat down lowering each girl back to the
floor.
The 3 of them stood there, arms on hips glaring at him,
Matthew stood up.
“Alright lets make it a fair fight”.
This time the girls all went for his legs, the laughter was
infectious as Matthew tried to walk with 3 young girls hanging onto his legs.
That night as Matthew got home he started to worry about
Emma and the things that happen last night.
It was supposed to be a simple lets meet and get to know
something about each other dinner, instead it ended with them having sex.
It wasn’t on his mind to take advantage of her; he simply
wanted to meet her, and get to know something of her.
He also believed it wasn’t on Emma’s mind either, it just
happened, but why?
He had to find the right place and time to ask such delicate
questions.
Plans had been set, the local shopping center was ready,
today was the day of the great SHAVE & COLOUR FOR CANCER.
As agreed Matthew had his hair, beard and moustache all
coloured pink, Emma then followed, her hair coloured bright blue with red &
yellow poker dots.
Matthew had made a deal with Tim that if he went pink Tim
went pink.
Tim stood there dumb foundered that Matthew had actually gone
through with it, so with Matthew’s subtle assistance Tim was led to the chair
and Tim became pink Tim.
Emma’s other friends, Barbara, Mandy, Anne & Andrew all
had their hair coloured from bright orange for Barbara, to every colour in
poker dots for Andrew. Emma’s
children followed suit, Thomas wanted to be like Matthew, so he to had his hair
coloured pink, Charlotte went yellow, Jessica went green, Charlie also went
pink and Miranda had poker dots.
The day was a great success, lots of people had their hair
shaved or coloured.
Well over $2000:00 was raised.
Matthew was trying to find the right place and time to talk
to Emma.
This one day, while he was around at Emma’s house Emma’s
parents Isabelle &John arrived with big smiles on there faces, school
holidays were starting next Saturday and they where to take there Grandchildren
on a week long caravan holiday.
This was perfect.
Matthew sent a bouquet of flowers to Emma; in them was a
card, my dear Emma, would you do me the greatest honour and join me
for dinner at my place next Saturday night?
Saturday night arrived, Matthew’s door bell rang, Emma, eyes
sparkling, lips ready to be kissed entered the doorway and into his arms.
The dinner went off perfectly.
Nervously Matthew escorted Emma to the couch, where he
placed his arm around her kissing her tenderly on the lips.
“Sweety, the night we met I didn’t go there with the
intension of having sex with you, and yet we did.
Also you were crying like a child, and then when we got into
bed you changed into a sex-crazed teenager.
In the short time we have been together I have felt more
love for you than I ever thought was possible.
So out of the love & caring that I feel for you, could
you please tell me is this normal for you to behave in this manner, or is there
another reason”.
Emma immediately stood up and headed into the next room.
“That’s it I’ve blown it now”.
He thought as he leaned his head against the back of the
couch.
As he sat there feeling like an idiot, the next sound he was
expecting to hear was her car start up and her driving out of his life.
But as the minutes went on all he could hear was a low
sobbing noise coming from the next room, then to his surprise and delight she
re-entered the room and sat beside him placing her hands in his.
“This isn’t going to be easy for me, but I will tell you
what you want to know.
2 years ago my life came to a grinding holt when my husband
Andrew was killed in a car accident.
The way you massaged & caressed me took me back to how
my husband used to love me.
He would give me the most magical massages before carrying
me into our bedroom and make love to me,
The way you massaged me that night took me back to him, I
could feel his magic touch, and the special way he always made me feel whenever
we were together, then I realised it
wasn’t my husband but another man who was massaging me.
That is why I was so upset and didn’t want to be alone.
The last words had barely left her lips before the tears
started; Matthew wrapped her in his loving arms.
Oh I miss him Matthew.
After she stopped
crying she got up and started to walk out of the door.
“Were are you going honey”.
“I’m going home, I don’t suppose you want me around
anymore”.
“What are you saying, I love you, I have never loved anyone
as much as I love you”.
Matthew said this as he headed her off at the door,
gathering Emma up into his arms.
The next morning as they lay in each other’s arms, Emma
asked Matthew asked what he did for a job.
“I’m a freelance photographer while I study to become a
counsellor”.
Emma’s eyes lit up when he said he was a photographer.
“Do you know much about applying make-up to models”?
‘I normally get an assistant to handle that, but yes there
have been times that I have applied make-up to my models.
Why do you ask”?
“As part of the AZTECS we run a youth program, and what I’m
thinking of is you teaching our youth how to take photos.
Also we have some beautiful girls in our group, who I’m sure
wouldn’t mind modelling for you”.
But Matthew had other things on his mind though; soon he
would be finishing his Counselling course, one of the areas he most wants to
work in is, Troubled Youth.
With Emma mentioning the Youth Group, Matthew could see an
avenue for his 4 years of studying and hard work, the children of the Youth Group.
He only had 6 months to go before completing his degree, so
he worked harder than he had ever worked before.
As well as studying like crazy he had joined the youth group
and was starting to get known by these kids.
There was one girl who fascinated him.
Her name was Christina; she was 14 with sparkling green
eyes, waist length brown hair which had a curl at the end, and the perfect
32/22/30 figure.
He didn’t have to work this out, she went around telling
anybody who would listen.
He couldn’t work her out though, there never seemed to be
any parents or guardians around, all the guys in the group liked her, but
unfortunately most of the leaders didn’t.
The only 2 who did like her, and her them, were Emma &
Matthew.
Christina was unfortunately
very fouled and had the reputation of a slut.
It was the week before the big exam, and Matthew studied
like crazy, at one stage even locking himself in the house, all the telephones
had either been turned off, or disconnected.
He even disconnected himself from Emma.
The Monday arrived; the room was full of nervous students,
all keen to do there best.
The instructor walked in, explained that the exam was in 3
parts, Written, Oral & Demonstrative.
The written he got through fairly easily, the oral was a
little harder, each of the students had to stand up in front of the class, and
without hesitating, answer the question given to them.
Matthew was worried
that the demonstrative would be the hardest part of the exam, but for him it
was relatively easy.
He was given a troubled teen who allegedly was on drugs as
well as a street prostitute.
Matthew used simple logic and it earned him a 9.5 out of 10,
the highest of all the students.
The exam finished at 2pm, Matthew made a beeline to Emma’s
house to tell her the good news, she was nearly run down by Mathew as he ran in
through the front door, wrapping himself around her as he said.
“I’m a counsellor”.
What a delightful sound that was for Emma, over the past few
weeks Matthew kept running himself down, he kept saying that he would never be
a counsellor, that he was never good enough.
That night as they sat around Emma’s dining table Matthew
was beaming, he kept saying I’m a counsellor, I’m a counsellor.
Just to top things off, the school rang to congratulate
Matthew on getting the highest mark of any student, 95%, Matthew was ecstatic.
Now with the past 4 years of studying behind him he decided
it was time he put what he learnt to practice, and were better than the youth
group.
At the youth group the following Saturday night Matthew
wanted to tell all he’s good news.
Very calmly, and with a somewhat down expression Matthew
began to tell them his news.
“As you all know for the past 4years I have studied to
become a counsellor.
Well last Monday I sat my final examine and I achieved a
grade of 95%”.
A loud cheer of congratulations filled the hall.
Now he thought” I’m going to put my attention onto
figuring out what’s behind Christina.
This night wasn’t a particularly good night.
Christina was in one of her moods, she was even more grumpy
& fouled mouthed than usual, he put it down this time to Women’s problems.
Christina arrived at the next youth group in a top, which
barely covered her breasts, and a skirt, which showed the cheeks of her bottom.
Matthew could see all the signs of someone crying out for
help, it was like someone standing in a crowed room screaming, and nobody
taking notice.
“Good evening Christina, nice outfit you’ve nearly got on
there”.
“What do you mean by that”?
Christina spat back at him.
“C’mon honey, you’re nearly topless, and your skirts so
short I can see the cheeks of your bum, this is no way for a 14 year old to
dress”.
“What do you know about what a 14year old dresses like”?
“I have eyes.
Your much to beautiful to go around dressing like a street walker”.
Christina was stopped in her tracks by Matthew’s comments.
“Christina, I am a freelance photographer, how I would love
to have you as one of my models, your beautiful eyes and hair, and your perfect
figure, these are the things photographers the world over crave.
To have the perfect model”.
The more he spoke to her about how beautiful she is, the
more he could see her self-protection walls collapsing.
Just then Barbara approached them.
“What are you doing talking to a trollop like her for”?
Matthew turned on his heals and faced her.
“How dare you say such a thing about someone like
Christina”.
“But that’s all she is”.
“I think you had better leave before I say or do something I
might later regret”.
Matthew turned back to face Christina, only to find her
gone.
“Well done Barbara, all my good work, shot down by one
foolish person”.
He yelled at her as she walked back into the hall.
She gave him an offhanded wave as she walked away.
It was time to take all the kids home before going back to
Emma’s house to discuss how the evening went.
Matthew was ropeable, but kept his cool until all the
leaders arrived.
As they sat around drinking coffee Matthew stood up and
started yelling.
“How dare you talk to one of your charges like that,
especially when one of your fellow leaders is already talking to that person”?
“That person is a fouled mouthed trollop”.
“And you’re a baboon.
These children are put into your care; they are not to be
downgraded by a simpleton like you”.
“How dare you”.
“How many years have you studied counselling”?
Barbara looked at him with a deflated look on her face.
“Well, none actually”
“I see, so your trying to tell me you know more about these
kids than I do”?
“No, well not really”.
“Part of my training was a job placement, my job placement
led me to the streets, to the drugs, and to the prostitution.
To children as young as 14 already hard drug uses, selling
their bodies to get money to buy even more drugs.
Sadly some of the kids I counselled committed suicide, but
many others I helped straightened out and went back to school or higher
learning.
Christina is one of these kids; the one thing I ask for is
my methods to never be questioned, I use cruel to be kind with kids like
Christina.
Also if I hear anyone of you say a bad thing to or about
Christina again, you will have me to answer to”.
Tom looked at Matthew.
“Man, your not the same guy who I coloured my with”.
“Yes I am mate, you’re seeing the other side of me”.
“Matthew are you trying to say that your better that the
rest of us”!
An angry Emma yelled at him.
“No I’m not, I never have, it’s just that I’ve had
experiences with these young people, and have got experience that you haven’t
had or got, and it’s that, that I want to share”.
“So we should all be counsellors should we”?
“Emma my love, please stop twisting my words around.
As I’ve just said, I have worked with young ladies like
Christina before.
Give me time and patients, I will straighten this girl out”.
“Don’t you call me My Love, you, you expert counsellor”!
“I think I had better leave my love”.
With that Matthew got up from the couch and walked out of
the door.
He felt flat when he got home, but he did know he was right
regarding Christina.
The next day he woke.
“You Bloody Idiot, why did you say those things, why did you
yell at the woman you love”?
All morning it was going around & around in his head,
what he and Christina had talked about and how he could sense her
self-protection walls coming down, then what was said back at Emma’s
house.
The one person who could help him out was his old Mentor, Professor
Smyth.
He rang his old mentor who told him to come right over.
They discussed Christina, then about the shout-up back at
Emma’s house and how he had walked out on his girlfriend.
“Arguments like this can sometimes be a healthy thing to any
relationship, but my one tip, send her flowers and chocolates, win back her
love.
As soon as he got home he rang the local florist and
organised for a dozen blood red roses and the biggest box of chocolates to be
sent to Emma’s house, he had this note placed inside the chocolates.
My beautiful Emma, how I love you so, the thought of losing you is almost
too much to bear.
I’m sorry for saying the things I said, please have it in
your heart to forgive me, please give me one more chance.
Yours Forever in Love
Matthew
Just before 5pm Matthew’s phone rang.
“Of course I’ll take you back you goose, I’ve felt like shit
since ever since you walked out, I didn’t think I was going to see you again”.
Matthew nearly set a land speed record getting around to
Emma’s house.
The weekend before the youth group was a special weekend for
them.
It started Friday night with them going to an expensive
restaurant; this was then followed with 2 nights at a 5-star hotel.
When they arrived at the hotel Emma looked at Matthew with a
surprised look on her face.
“Why the surprised look sweety?”
“I want to know why you are doing all this, the
restaurant, and now this hotel, why?”
“I want to show you how much I really love you and would
do anything for you; I want to know I can win back your love
I know you said you’ll take me back; I just want you to
know I meant everything I said in my letter.”
“Matthew what am I going to do with you?”
“Feed me, Love me, Never leave me”.
“I’ve fallen in love with a crazy man”.
“Emma I am going to
be keeping an Eagle Eye on Christina tonight, all I ask of you is to back me
up, even if you think I’m going to far”.
“Not a problem Matthew, I’ll even keep the others away from
you as well”.
Emma said with a beautiful caring look in her eyes.
As he said Matthew kept an Eagle Eye on Christina, she was
never out of his sight even though she didn’t know it.
Her dress tonight was very seductive; she wore a tight black
top with a micro-miniskirt, black fishnet stockings and high heals.
Matthew noticed something that he had seen before but hadn’t
taken any notice of, here was a group of about 12 boys all gathered around her,
this didn’t seem out of the ordinary, for Christina was a very beautiful girl,
until he saw them all following her behind the hall.
Matthew, still at a discreet distance watched as all the
boys standing in single file one by one they went behind the hall for 15
minutes then came out with a suspicious smile on there faces.
Matthew went up behind the last one and asked, “What’s the
story”.
“Christina’s is offering sex, 15 minutes for $30”
Alarm bells started going off in Matthew’s mind, was she
doing what he feared?
He waited for the last guy to leave before he headed into
no-mans land.
As he walked behind the hall he found Christina adjusting
her skirt and putting her last shoe on.
“CHRISTINA, WHAT HELL ARE YOU UP TO!”
Christina spun around, looking at Matthew in terror.
“This isn’t what it looks like Matthew”
“Tell me what it looks like then.
15 minutes for $30, pretty good deal if you ask me what type of deal are
you going to offer me”.
“It’s the only way I know to get money”.
Matthew grabbed her by the arm pushing her sleeve up, much
to Christina’s fighting.
Clearly he could see the signs of someone who injects
themselves with drugs.
“You’re a dope-head aren’t you”?
“Please don’t call me that”.
She said as she collapsed to the ground in tears.
Matthew sat down beside her; she crawled over to him, her
head resting on his chest as her tears fell.
“Christina, how did this happen, how did someone as
beautiful as you end up as a druggie”?
“My boyfriend Sam told me that nobody would or could love me
if I didn’t take drugs”.
“What a load of crap, Christina you are a very beautiful
young lady, you don’t need to take that shit to prove your self to anybody.
Buy the way, where are you living”.
“With my boyfriend and a few of his mates”.
“I suppose they take drugs as well”?
“Yes they do, all of them”.
“Christina, how can I convince you, you don’t need to take
drugs”?
“But it’s the only time I feel alive”.
Just then this car pulled up, honked its horn and Christina
ran from Matthew’s arms and into the car, leaving Matthew feeling angry and at
the same time flat.
Matthew said nothing to the other leaders about what he saw
that night; he just remained quiet trying to figure out what to do next.
He went to his local church and prayed in the Mary Chapel.
“Dear Mary how I need your help more then ever.
I have this girl I am trying to help, her name is
Christina, she is 14 and is on drugs.
Please help her find the path away from drug.
, Please show me what I need to do to help her”.
The next morning he woke, he knew what he had to do; he had
to get her out of that house.
So he drove straight around to her house, the sight that
befored him was terrible.
Firstly he walked into a cloud of smoke, every room he
looked in had 1 – 4 people either shooting up or passed out in it.
He went from room to room until he found Christina, Naked,
Tied-up & Passed-Out on a bed.
He cut her ropes, before throwing her over his shoulder and
out to his car.
While driving back to his place he rang Emma and asked her
to meet him at his place.
Emma was shocked at the sight of Christina.
“When did this happen”?
“Last night, she’s living in a druggies den”.
“Where am I, where’s Sam”?
“Firstly your at my place, secondly I don’t know where Sam
is”.
“I need him”.
“Christina take a good look at yourself, you have been here
for 3 hours, when I found you, you were tied up and unconscious”.
“He was going to give me more money if I let him tie me up”.
“Money for what”.
Emma said.
“For drugs”.
Matthew answered in a disgusted tone.
“She has been having sex at the youth group behind all the
leaders backs, to support her habit”.
“We thought there was something going on, we just couldn’t
figure out what”.
Matthew decided it was time the rest of the youth group
leaders to find out what Christina is up to.
Matthew called a special meeting of all the leaders where he
told them in minuet detail about Christina, the drugs and the prostitution
They were all shocked when Matthew told them about Christina
having sex at the youth group.
There was one suggestion to ban her, but Matthew said it
would turn a bad situation worse.
“She needs to know she has our support more now than
ever”.
Again Matthew returned to the Mary Chapel, what was he going
to do with this situation.
That night he received a frantic phone call from Christina’s
boyfriend.
“Matthew”.
Matthew heard his name screamed down the phone.
“Sam is that you?”
“Yes it is, get over here fast I think Christina’s killed
herself, I don’t know what to do Matthew?”
“You’ve done the right thing, just wait, I’ll be there as
soon as I can”.
Matthew got around there in nothing flat.
“She’s in here”.
Sam, Christina’s boyfriend screamed at him from her room.
Matthew stormed through her door into a cloud of drug smoke,
to see Christina on the floor, passed out with a needle sticking out of her
arm.
He slapped her face at the same time screaming out her name.
She stirred in a drugged daze.
“You’re coming with me, my sweet”.
Matthew thanked Sam as he threw her limp body over his
shoulder as they headed out to his car.
He was nearly inconsolable with grief that he allowed her to
go back into that house.
He decided he was going to get her off these bloody drugs
before they do irreparable damage or kill her.
He thought to himself that the best way to do it was to make
her go Cold Turkey.
He was going to get her through the Horrors, as the druggies
call it.
During his work placement he had helped another young lady
go through it, it was one of the worst experiences he had ever witnessed, the
screaming, the writhing and the agony.
In the report he presented about it, he described it as
pulling a demon out of this young lady.
For 36 hours did I battle this dreaded demon.
The screams and the agony suffered by this lady was something I wouldn’t
put my worst enemy through.
He was trying to make sure I wasn’t going to win
I suffered bites and scratches in the battle it took to rid her of this
demon called drugs.
But I’m happy to say that in the end I won”.
He put her on the bed in the spare bedroom, and then proceeded
to button up the house. There was no way she was going to get out.
When he finished he called Emma telling her what he was
going to do.
“I will ring you when it’s all over”.
“Good luck Matthew, I love you”.
The next 2 days were sheer hell for Christina and Matthew.
Christina screamed and writhed in pain.
He never thought it would end.
Memories of the last experience filled his mind, he felt terrible making
Christina go through all that pain and anguish, but he knew he had to get the
drugs out of her system.
It was just before midnight on the 2nd day when
he thought he was going to lose her.
Tears streamed down his face as he held her to him, he
feared she was going to die in his arms; she didn’t seem to have any strength
left.
Then she started throwing up, she threw up on herself, him,
her bedding the walls and the floor
When just like a miracle, it all stopped, the pain, the
vomiting, the writhing, it had all stopped.
The demon had left her beautiful body.
Dazed she looked up at him as she tried to focus on his
hairy face.
Exhausted from 2 days with no sleep, Matthew laid against
the bed; Christina laid against him, her head against his chest.
He put a fatherly arm around her as they both fell asleep
When they woke Matthew looked down at her.
“How do you feel honey”?
“Sore, but much better, thankyou”. She said as she leaned up
and kissed him on the cheek.
“Stay here sweety, I’ll be right back”.
Matthew went from the bedroom to the bathroom, where he ran
her a soothing bubble bath.
He then went back into her room, where he removed her dirty
clothes, before carrying her naked, limp body to the bathroom.
She lit up when she saw the bubble bath and oh, did it feel
nice when Matthew lowered her into it.
While she soaked he washed her hair, before leaving her to
indulge in the bubbles, kissing her on the forehead as he left.
Stilled dazed from a lack of sleep, he made his way over to
the phone where he rang Emma to give her the good news.
“Hello Emma, she’s back Emma, she’s well Emma!”
Emma couldn’t believe her ears.
“All the drugs, there all gone.
The last 2days were sheer hell honey, Christina was in so
much pain & anguish, but with the help of Our Lady she managed to get
through it”.
“How do you feel”?
“Like death”.
“Would you like me to come over”?
“Yes please, that would be lovely”!
There was one question going around in Matthew’s mind, fair
enough her boyfriend got her onto drugs, but what made her search for someone
like that in the first place.
He thought of several ways of making her open up, but a lot
of them would end up with her being upset and him not getting the answers he
needs.
Matthew remembered one technique from his counselling
training, and that was to get the subject to draw a picture.
“Christina honey, would you do something for me, would you
draw me a picture”.
“What type of picture”.
“It doesn’t matter, anything you want”.
He left her with a few sheets of paper and some colouring
pencils while he went off to start to clean her room.
15 minutes later she walked into her room.
“I’ve finished Matthew, want a look”.
What she drew terrified him.
She drew a young child lying on a bed face down with its
bottom in the air.
Behind the child was a tall naked man.
The child was saying “No please don’t, it hurts”.
“Christina honey, who are the people in this drawing”.
“Oh that’s me on the bed and that’s my uncle”.
“What’s he doing”?
“He’s placing his magic snake into me, oh it hurt Matthew”.
“Did he do that much”?
“Sometimes, he would get me to walk around the house with no
clothes on, at one stage before I left, he forbade me from ever wearing clothes
in the house, he would get me to sit on his lap and he would place his hand
between my legs and touch me, he told me I wasn’t allowed to tell anybody.
was never allowed to be in the bath alone, I always had to bath with him where
he would get me to wash his magic snake ”.
“So how then did you end up with Sam”?
“One day I was out walking when I came upon a group of
spunky looking guys, one of them was Sam.
He asked me did I smoke I said I did.
I used to steal my uncles cigarettes.
He gave me a smoke it made me feel really good, I moved in
with him because I was living on the street at the time”.
“Why were you living on the street”?
“I ran away from my uncle, one night he took off his belt,
got me to lye across his lap while he whipped my bottom, that night while he
was asleep I ran away”.
“Why were you living with your uncle instead of your
parents”?
‘They were dead, killed in a car accident when I was 10; I
lived with my uncle until I was 12”.
“So from 12 – 14 you have lived with Sam”.
“No, I’ve only lived with Sam for the past 6 months”.
The story she told horrified Matthew, how she told it so
candidly was also frightening.
“How would you like to live here sweety”?
Christina’s eyes lit up.
“You mean it, me to move in here, live with you”?
“Yes, you can move in today, if you want”.
Christina wrapped herself around him kissing him.
“I have to go out for a while sweety, here’s some money go
and buy yourself some nice new clothes”.
Matthew headed around to Emma’s place, when he arrived the
rest of the AZTECS were there.
“Greetings all & one.
I’m not sure what Emma’s told you about Christina, but she
was a drug addict”.
“What do you mean was a drug addict”?
“I went to her place of abode and found it to be a drug
house, I physically got her out and for 2 days we went through sheer hell as
she went cold turkey, she is now clear of the drugs and she is staying at my
place, as well as the drugs, there are other problems which she has faced over
the past 5 years which we have discussed, and without giving away to much, are
of the sexual nature, so I’m trying to help her sought out her problems as best
as I can.
So now you know some of her story, all I ask of you is
understanding and patients.”
Over the next few weeks Christina told Matthew more about
her life, about living with her uncle, Sam and the drugs.
Many times she would curl up on Matthew’s lap where she would
cry & whimper like a beaten child.
One day he received a phone call from Emma.
“Remember me, your girlfriend”.
“Yes honey what can I do for you”?
“Don’t honey me, you love her more than you love me”.
“That’s not true”.
“Why are you spending so much time with her instead of me”?
“Because at the moment she needs me, I thought you
understood this”.
“All I understand is the man I thought loved me doesn’t call
or write to me”.
“I’m sorry about that honey, it’s just I’ve been so
preoccupied with Christina.
I didn’t mean to ignore you”.
“Well you have ignored me”.
“How about dinner tonight”.
“Don’t try to sweet talk me”.
“But honey I love you, and I need you”.
Emma slammed the phone down leaving Matthew feeling very
flat.
I’ve got to win her back, but how, he had to come up with a
plan to prove to her how much he loves her.
Matthew got an idea that he hoped would win her back, he
started sending Emma flowers & gifts, with “I’m Sorry, I Love You”,
messages and teddy bears.