I'm still in love with my teenage neighbor

Growing up I was living in pretty shitty areas. We were poor and my dad did an excellent job at keeping us out of trouble. He almost sheltered me and my older brother too much. Well after our shitty apartment caught fire we moved about an hour away to a city and lived in another set of crappy apartments. We quickly made friends with the other neighborhood kids. It was a little hard for us to fit in cause we were such squares. We grew up with the other kids pretty much and I was especially close with this girl "Brooke". Brooke was a year older than me and always teased me. My dad wasn't a fan of her since he caught her stealing his cigarettes, and didn't want me to get caught up in her mischief. We would walk home after school together and sit by at a park near the high school and I would just listen to her problems while she smoked a cigarette. Any time I would try to be sentimental and show her I was there for her she would tease me. She never would open up on a deeper level so I just listened cause I don't think she had anyone, and I would just absorb her issues while she ranted. I always thought she was pretty cute, but still wanted to keep things as friends. People would make fun of us and say we were dating. I never really realized I had a thing for her till she got a shitty dickhead boyfriend. His name was "Luke" and he would get so jealous when I was around. He was a tall scrawny stoner and I was about 2 inches shorter than him but I was considerably in better shape than him since I ran track, and wrestled. At first he would boss her around and I didn't see her much while they were together. She would only wave at me as we passed in the hallway while she was holding hands with prince crackhead. I was able to have a free period where I delivered notes and passes from the office to the classrooms. I was picking up a note from the social workers office when I saw Brooke sitting in one of the rooms talking to a counselor. I delivered the notes then waited for her. When she came out I asked her if she was okay but she quickly walked right past me without saying anything. I was so done with her pretending like I didn't exist so I grabbed her by the arm in the hallway and begged her to talk to me just once. She started to cry and that's when I noticed her black eye. I asked her if it was her parents. They were shitty but not abusive. She just shook her head no. I knew then and there that it was Luke. I walked with her back to her class but once we got there she turned around and left the school. I almost followed her but remembered that Luke has his last period in gym, and then walks to his beat up shitty car that he hot boxes in before school. He was parked at the very edge of the lot so no one would see him smoke. I was going to beat the hell out of him. I sat through my calc class just seething with anger. I couldn't wait for the bell to ring. When class was over I went straight for his car. As I walked through the lot I could see him with Brooke. He was screaming in her face as she cried. I took a lighter that Brooke gave me from my backpack and held it tightly in my fists so my punches would hurt more. As I was approaching I watched him take a cigarette that she was smoking out of her hand turn it over so her palm was facing up and then put it out in her hand like it was an ash tray. I yelled at him and slammed him in his fucking nose. He crumpled and slid down the side of his car toward the trunk. I grabbed his long nasty blonde ramen hair and slammed his head against his car. He rolled around on the ground crying and screaming, blood dripping from his nose. I took the cigarette from her hand and stuffed it in his mouth he choked and coughed as I walked away with Brooke. We never talked about what happened. After a while things went back to normal. We were like our old selves. I kept hanging out with her after school, but I would stay over till later and later each night. She would change in the same room as me but made me cover my eyes. I would peak every now and again just to get a glimpse of her ass but I would be too slow and she would have already slipped on a big baggy hoodie. I would get an earful from my dad each night for staying so late, and for staying with her of all people. One night I was doing homework at her place and it was getting close to time for me to leave. She said she was going to shower and I told her I was going to leave once I finished cause I was almost done. I finished and left but remembered I left my pencil pouch cause I let her use my pens to draw. I came back a half an hour later and her mom let me in. When I entered Her room she was only in panties and I saw her tits. I should've knocked. She freaked out and called me a creep and I apologized profusely. I covered my eyes and she threw my pencil bag at me and I left. I always thought she was hot but I never realized how nice her body was since she almost always wore baggy clothes. That weekend she stole a bottle of vodka and bought some cigar paper to make blunts. I was feeling particularly adventurous so we walked around town and shoplifted snacks and mixers from various dollar stores and gas stations. Once it got dark we went to a park and smoked and drank. We were lying on a blanket. We were tossing skittles into each other's mouths and just having an amazing time. She was wearing a baggy black shirt that was cut into a crop top and short denim booty shorts and she had kicked off her shoes. My dad texted me and she took my phone out of my hands as soon as I unlocked it and as I wrestled her to get it back she ended up on top of me. She stared at me for a few seconds then made fun of me for being a wrestler but getting beat by her. She stayed on top of me and took a swig of vodka. I tried to sit up but she pushed me down and pressed her lips against mine and gave me the shot out of her mouth. I drank it and coughed and she just laughed. I said what the fuck dude and she just gave me an evil succubus smile. She was so hot in that moment. Then pushed me back down hard and began undoing my belt. Any time I tried to speak she just shushed me and kissed me. She started sucking me off and coating my dick with slobber. She then started riding me and kissing me all over my neck. I took off my shirt and she began kissing my abs and moaning. I was too drunk and high to worry about the lack of protection. she took off her shirt. No bra. Her tits were bouncing so perfectly. I told her I was going to cum and she pulled me out sucked me until I came in her mouth. She opened her mouth to show me and swallowed. we laid there for a few minutes just catching our breath and then we got dressed and went home like none of it happened. My dad asked me where the hell I was and I told him I sent him like five texts saying I was going to be at my guy friends house and he never responded. He summed it up to bad service and I went to said friends house. He let me in since it was like almost midnight and then I passed out on his basement couch and left in the morning before his parents woke up hungover. Brooke and I would still hangout but there was always this tension because neither one of us wanted to bring up our night together. One night at her house she was laying in her bed next to me on her phone with her back to me. Her ass was looking so perfect in her sweatpants so I put my hand on her hips and began kissing her neck. She got up and began yelling at me about how that was just a one time thing and she was too drunk and then in the middle of her sentence she just stopped and jumped on me and began kissing me aggressively and pulled my dick out and we just started fucking again. This would happen a few more times. She would randomly get all horny and fuck like the world was ending. Maybe to her it was. I asked her one time what made her fuck me that night at the park and she told me that once I beat up Luke that she realized I wasn't that little boy who played tag with her anymore. She would reel from depression and go to drugs and alc for the answers. I tried to help her but after a week or two of being sober she would go back to her old ways even worse than before. I left for college and worried about her. I would visit when I could but for the most part I was too busy to make the drive back to her. I visited one winter break and she told me she had been sober for two months. We hung out all break and we fell more in love with each other than ever before. Things were perfect. Just before I left back to Uni, I saw in her closet a box of her drugs wrapped in foil and other shit. I was so angry that she was using again. We argued and she said it was all old and that she had been meaning to throw it away. I didn't believe her cause she had done this before. She didn't want to help herself so I couldn't help her. I looked her in the eyes and then kissed her one last time and told her that I wasn't going to see her until she was sober for good and in rehab. I left. That was the last time I kissed her. Two days later she over dosed and died. I'm married now and even to this day I have never been able to love my wife like I loved Brooke. Brooke was messy and exciting and we just got each other. I think about Brooke when my wife and I fuck. What pisses me off the most is when my wife refers to her as "that one junkie bitch." I'm sure that maybe Its just nostalgia or something but Id rather be with her than my wife. Its probably for the best that I found someone more stable though. I do miss her to this day and that was 15 years ago.

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