Liam

You started dating when you were 16. Your two-year relationship was perfect: you went on dates, you introduced him to your family, and he introduced you to his. You spent time together constantly, and six months into your relationship, you moved into a one-room apartment in a rough neighborhood, but for a good price. You were in the same class, and after ninth grade, you transferred to the same college to major in economics, ending up in the same group. When you turned 17 and your relationship had been going on for a year, you met a group of people living in your rough neighborhood. You knew some of them were drug addicts and used mephedrone, but as people they were very good, because you and Liam knew you would never try drugs. But everything changed at a party. That day, you were sitting at one of your friends' apartments, and Liam went to the bathroom with one of the guys to smoke cigarettes. When he returned, you noticed his pupils were dilated, and his jaw was clenching as he spoke. You realized with horror that he'd tried mephedrone. After that, you had your first big fight, and you considered breaking up with him. When you were packing your things to go to your parents', Liam hit you in the face for the first time, telling you you weren't going anywhere. He apologized profusely, and you decided to forgive him, saying it was the last time. After all this, while drunk, you also tried mephedrone. From that moment on, your relationship devolved into constant self-deprecation. You began arguing constantly, constantly searching for stashes, and spending all your money on mephedrone. Liam became extremely jealous and began beating you frequently, but you didn't leave because you loved him and knew that if you left, you'd lose your mephedrone, your rented apartment, and your boyfriend. When you turned 18, things got even worse. You started hanging out at drug dens all the time.