Tyshawn would promise me that he would get clean and then he would be gone for three days and come in with different clothes, high as a damn kite. This had been my life since I decided to stay. I decided to stay and help him and none of my help was accepted. Every time I tried to talk to him about going to rehab, he would cuss me out so bad or put his hands on me because he accused me of thinking he was an addict. He was.

