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Question by Brian: Someone Close to Me Being Abused; What are my Options?
There’s someone very close to me (our relationship is a non-factor in this) who is being abused to varying degrees by her parents. She is 16, and lives in Long Island. I also live in New York, but not in Long Island. She’s an only child and lives with both parents. There is no immediate family in the area, although she has a grandmother that lives in a different part of Long Island. She has friends that she could possibly be able to stay with if she needs to.

Question by THE GREATEST GODDESS JILL: Illegal sentenced for fatal drunk driving crash supporters what about American families being broken up?
DENVER – A Denver judge sentenced an illegal immigrant with a history of alcohol abuse to 12 years in prison on Wednesday for driving drunk and slamming into a car driven by a 45-year-old single mother Leah Miller died on Sept. 10, 2009, a day after she was hit near the intersection of East 26th Avenue and Magnolia Street. That crash came after an earlier crash near Monaco Parkway and 22nd Avenue.

Cesar Acosta-Castillo was no stranger to driving drunk when he was arrested back then. He had two priors, one in 1999 and another in 2000.

Denver prosecutors told Judge Robert McGahey on Wednesday that Acosta-Castillo was sentenced to two years probation following the 2000 case, but he never ended up serving it completely because he was deported in 2001.

Question by Monica: What do you think of this excerpt from my story?
When Will came back, he put one arm around her shoulder and used the other one to hand her the drink. Damien and Holly just shrugged and exited out of the room. However, Holly turned back around and gave her a pleading look. Savannah chose to ignore her again. She didn’t understand why Holly had to treat her like a child. Sure she didn’t have the best judgment, but she was just going to dance with the guy and go home.
She took a long, satisfied swig from her drink. Will’s arms felt strong against her body. The scent of him captivated her. Everything about him was perfect.
On the dance floor their bodies were pressed against each other. Her eyes were closed and her hands were on his neck. His hands traced down the hem of her dress, caressing it for a second. That was until Savannah stopped him. She was not about to let him touch her like that.
“What grade are you in?” she murmured, her head close to his chest.
“I’m a junior.” he answered, sliding his hands down to her butt.
Her eyes shifted in confusion. Why was he touching her when she just non-verbally told him to stop touching her thighs?
“Um, Will?” she asked uneasily. “Can you not touch me anywhere below the waist?”
“Right,” he said hollowly, seeming not to notice her at the moment.
As they danced, she could see Carter staring at them. His caramel-brown eyes pulsated through her as if where an ultraviolet ray. Those eyes could stop a train going at five hundred miles per hour. Wanting to avoid looking at them, she had Will lead her over to a more secluded spot. He was more than willing to oblige when he picked her up to carry her. For some reason it didn’t feel right. The only guy who ever carried her was Carter. And suddenly she wanted Carter to be the one to carry her. She didn’t care if he might like someone else or that he didn’t want her anymore, she still loved him.
Just when she was about to say something to Will, she felt herself getting a huge headache. It was the kind of headache that felt like a bowling ball was striking her head repeatedly. Deciding to take it easy, she backed up a little. Her vision started to blur and voices began to sound muffled. Sweat poured from her forehead as she tried to keep her balance up.
This will pass. she thought. It’s only a temporary anxiety attack. If I sit down for a while, I’ll feel better. But what about Will? He’ll probably think I’m being rude if I don’t at least say something to him.
But when she tried to speak, all that came out was a dry rasp. Her vision began to clear again, but her voice and hearing were still impaired. She had no idea what was going on. It wasn’t like she was drinking. Then suddenly she had a flashback of when she, Holly, and Damien where talking in the kitchen. An instinct told her that when Will had gotten her the drink, he must have spiked it with something alcoholic. No wonder Holly and Damien were trying to warn him. That explained why Andy and Carter looked annoyed when seeing her and Will. He was trying to get drugged up.
But it was too late. With a tug of her arm, he shoved her into a deserted bedroom and locked the door behind them. Panicking and trying to keep herself sober, she ran passed him, but he grabbed her by the arm.
“Come on, baby.” he slurred. “The party’s just starting.”
“H-help!” she tried to scream, but was muffled by his hand covering her mouth.
He looked around the room as if looking for something. Savannah had no idea what he was doing, but she didn’t want to find out. She just wanted to get out of there and go home.
“It’s okay, the coast is clear.” he whispered not her, but to someone else.
Someone else’s in the room! the voice in her head screamed. Run, run, run!
To her horror to tall boys came out of the closet looking like hungry wolves. The pain in her head increased as they started towards her. Will’s hand was still on her mouth when they dragged her to the bed. The taller boy grabbed her by the arms and the other grabbed her by the feet. All she could make out was muffled screams and sobs. Tears ran down her face as they forcibly placed her on the bed.
By mistake Will’s hand slipped off of her mouth. Taking advantage of this situation she decided to scream for her life. To call someone she knew would protect her and never hurt her.
“Car—!” she screeched, but was cut off by a slap to the face.
She limped over and broke down into soft sobs. All three of the boys smelled like sweat and alcohol. She could almost smell Will’s breath as he leaned over to kiss her. How those kisses felt like knives prickling her skin. How it felt poisonous. Each of the boys got a turn kissing her like she was some prize.
Finally mustering all of her strength, she kneed one of the boys in the stomach. But that didn’t hurt as much as the kick to the shin. She whi

Question by DesiDani(Nowandforever): Since alcohol is legal, what is wrong with being a “functional alcoholic”?
If marijuana becomes legal will being a “functional pothead” be a bad or good thing?

Best answer:

Answer by Drewdawg
There is nothing wrong with being a functional alcoholic. As long as your use is not negatively impacting you or your loved ones, it is NOT ab-use and is OK.

What do you think? Answer below!

Question by Annie: What Do Want to See Out of a Teenager That Gets a DUI?
Hi all. When I think of my past, I get incredibly depressed. However, I am trying to move on from it and be a better person.

I was raped at age 18 by my boyfriends best friend. The best friend told everyone it was consensual and bragged about it. My bf when on a character assination, calling me a “wh***, sk***, and every name in the book. He recruited girls to spread vicious rumors and send me messages. It really got ot me. I started drinking when I went off to college.

My bf even go tot the people in my dorms, so the guys would tease me and tell me they heard all about how I am a wh***. It was sickening.

I was arrested and convicted of DUI. And prior to that, I received an underage drinking citation.

Question by Ms. Spiegelicious: What are the emotional & psychological affects to a 2 1/2 year old girl if her close family “dissapears?”
We’ve been close to our grandaughter “BBD” since the moment she was born. our first grandchild & the absolute light of our lives My daughter returned to work when she BBD was 12 months..We were thrilled to have her 2 days a weeks H’s husband is controlling , possessive alcoholic & she co-dependent.. She moved 90 minutes away for a better position at work, We maintained our relationship w/BBD and H . BBd spent the night 3 x a month(Heaven).after 6 months of no work for P, I asked H if P was getting a job, as he does No homework or childcare) She seemed to “snap” and hasn’t spoken to us or responded to phone calls emails& denied us all contact w/BBD We are worried about BBD, does she think we don’t love her? We’re dead? she must anxious 2 sons 16&17 R heartbroken,so r we H won’t speak to her 4 siblings either. H is now completely isolated. her friends dislike P she dropped them 1by1. At his demand whoever isnt his fan is gone. What will happen to BBD psychologically, emotionally?