Jennison was not used to such a small town. Was it good for him? He wasn’t sure there seemed to be corruption hidden in this place too. Of course he could sniff it out. That was exactly the thing that Jennison was trying to avoid. After his trip back home he his rock bottom. He couldn’t take looking down at her grave. That night he found an old friend, he got some drugs and ended up in the hospital.

If it was just dumb luck that he had survived the over dose he didn’t know. Jennison didn’t exactly feel lucky. He felt stupid and weak. Jennison couldn’t face his sister or his friends. Most of all he couldn’t face Ashton. She had been so good to him, believed in his and helped him believe that he could stay clean and what had he done? Thrown it all away. He should have been grateful for surviving but instead Jennison started to wonder down the roads, pick up drugs when he could and just float around the country high.

It wasn’t that he wanted to die, it wasn’t that the drugs even numbed him. Everything was so vivid after he injected. Lacey and Tallulah and Ashton. He was spitting in all their faces. Eventually someone took pity on him. They brought him in and slapped some sense into him. At first Jennison didn’t know where he was. It turned out to be Massachusetts. He had gotten farther than he expected to on just the money in his wallet. He had lost his phone the day after his OD.

His new home made him promise not to use. There would be no tolerance. If he did it was back out on the streets, he would be chased form the town. ”this is a nice place with nice people, no one wants a druggie around.” Jennison agreed but really didn’t know if he had it in him to weather the storm that he knew would be rocking his body. The sweats and shakes and vomit ravaged him but the woman who had taken him in helped, she was there to hand him water make sure that he pulled through. Once he was strong enough she had given him a hug and some money and told him that the next step would be getting out on his own.

“How…but…” He tried to protest but knew she was right. Sure there was plenty of temptation. She hadn’t really taken him in for that long but this was crucial he needed his own life without people who would just let him get away with excuses.

That morning he had found a filer on a push board advertising for a roommate. Something like that might work, he could stay there for a little while, until he could trust himself to go back to New York. Hopefully, if this person would take in a guy like him.

He walked nervously to the B&B that he had been told to meet the girl who owned the house. Jennison could feel the sweat on his palms. Of course he was nervous. Hopefuly he didn’t look like hell but he was sure that his face wasn’t exactly as full as it had been once. The last time he had been sober enough to look normal…Jennison wasn’t even sure that was.

He walked into the place, it was cute. A place that was made for a nice weekend with a loved one. A place that he would have never been able to afford in his life. He wiped his hands on his pants and looked around at all the pairs cuddled up next to each other. Finally his eyes landed on a blonde girl with a baby. A baby… he was hoping that this girl wasn’t the owner. He didn’t know if he should be around babies. She was the only one alone though, so maybe.

Jennison walked over to the girl and then waved. “Uh hi…are you Clover?” He asked awkwardly taking the add from his jean pocket and unfolding it for her to see.