Hi. My name is Monica. And… I’ve been sitting out there trying to talk myself out of doing this. I don’t like talking in front of crowds… but I love Miss Alice.
She was my sponsor. She always made sure I went to my meetings and she checked in with me almost every day. She even took me to my meetings a few times when I was planning to skip. I have been clean for five months this time.
I – I – I am the reason Miss Alice was there. I’m so sorry. I…
If I had only gone to my meeting… But the craving was so strong… I mean… I had no idea she would come find me. I don’t even know how she knew where I’d be. I can’t believe this is all happening.
I remember how shocked I was when I heard her voice that night. “Monica, You don’t need this.” The fact that she spoke so softly – instead of yelling at me – caught my attention. Her voice was so kind and loving. I immediately knew she was right. “You deserve better than what that stuff can offer you,” she said. Then she took my arm and turned me around… we started walking away.
I don’t know what I will do without Miss Alice. But there are two things I wanted to do for her… two very hard things. One was to speak here – to say how much she had done for me – to say how much I love her. The other… I know I’ve got to stay clean.
(This is part 19 of 26 of the story What Happened to Alice. To see the full listing click here.)
9 thoughts on “Sponsor”
Dun, dun, dunnnnnnnn……
The plot thickens!
Heather M. Gardner
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AHH We’re finally finding out what happened!! Hooray!
Hmmm… I think I may see where you are going with this. It will be fun to see if I guessed right!
Oh, man, I’ve missed a few entries… Totally behind on my A-to-Z posts and visits and replies (among other things, haha), but I *will* catch up. Especially with Alice’s story. Though I’m dreading the end… I don’t think this turns out well for her. And she sounds like such a lovely person. The casualties of good fiction, eh? 😉
Thanks for the visits over at Quiet Laughter — and I *love* that you used “hopi laf” to your daughter. Who knows, Chuck… Maybe it’ll catch like wildfire and in a couple of weeks all these teenagers will be saying “hopi laf, man” to each other — and you’ll be the cool dad that started it all 😀
Ah so now we know why Alice was out that night……..
While we know this leads to a certain conclusion, you’ve made it very interesting, and here is one important piece of the puzzle, perhaps, the sponsor. Staying tuned.
We finally learn why she was there!
So that’s why she was out! But she met someone bad . . .
This felt like the most honest of all of them.