The Dopefiend by JaQuavis Coleman Read Free Book Online Page A

Detention Center was the name of the hellhole that Hazel called home for just over four years. After her father was incarcerated, Ms. Johnson gained custody of her but shortly afterward, she died from a heart attack. Things were never the same for Hazel after that. After numerous foster homes, Hazel couldn’t get placed in a home because of her run-ins with the law. She got caught stealing from department stores on numerous occasions and the judge ordered her to a stint at the lock-up.
    One of the counselors at Pasedena took a liking to Hazel. Her name was Millian Summers, a.k.a. Millie. Millie was straight out of the east coast and came to Flint in search of a better lifestyle. She was only twenty-six, not that much older than the girls she supervised. She landed a job at Pasadena and immediately became a role model for the female detainees. Millie was the youngest faculty member there, so she related to the girls more than any other counselors. Millie came in third shift to watch over them, the perfect schedule for a down-low and functional dope addict. She would take dope breaks in the wee hours of the night while everyone was asleep and it went unnoticed for over two years; that was, until Hazel stumbled upon her secret.
    Hazel woke up in the middle of the night, suffering from a bad headache. The stress of being around hundreds of girls and their attitudes could do that to a person frequently. She left her dorm room in search of Millie, the only counselor on duty at the time. Hazel checked the front desk where the counselors usually stationed themselves, but Millie was nowhere to be found. Hazel looked around to see if anyone was looking, because she saw a perfect opportunity to take some Xanax pills. The pills were supposed to treat anxiety, but most of the girls there used it to get high. It made them feel lazy and on cloud nine if crushed up and taken through the nose. Hazel knew that she could get a lot of trade with the pills, so she jumped on the rare opening. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then reached over the desk and pulled open the desk drawer, where the staff kept the pills. She took out two bottles and stuffed them into her panties swiftly. “Where is Millie?” Hazel whispered as she looked around to see if she could get anything else from the desk while Millie was away. Hazel didn’t see anything so she fled to the communal bathroom, not wanting to press her luck. She didn’t want to return to the room, because her tattletale roommate would surely snitch her out if she saw the bottles. Hazel was going to empty the pills into a piece of tissue paper and leave the pill bottles in the bathroom so she wouldn’t have any evidence left in her room. Hazel zipped into the bathroom and quickly opened the door to the stall so that she could relieve herself of the bottles, but what she saw was like a flashback to her early childhood. She saw Millie sitting on the toilet with a needle sticking out of her arm. Millie was drooling from her bottom lip and slowly rocking back and forth as she looked like she was exhausted.
    â€œMillie,” Hazel called as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It reminded her of the day she found her mother dead in the bathroom when she was just a little girl. “Millie,” she called again, this time nudging her in the forehead lightly.
    â€œHey, Hazelnut,” Millie slurred sluggishly after she glanced up at Hazel. “What you doing in here, baby?” she asked, high out of her mind. Hazel looked down at Millie and admired her pure beauty. She had no idea that she used drugs. Millie’s appearance didn’t seem as if she was user, but all that glitters, sometimes, is not gold. She kept nice clothes and kept her hair done in the latest fashion. Her smooth dark skin was flawless, and to many of the girls in the detention center, she was their idol.
    Hazel began to get an urge and she didn’t know what it