The life after that night in the car, just wasn't the same anymore. My trainer at work had to take me and A. to the doctor. My parents didn't want us to go to the bullshit with the police and the doctor and were again afraid of a scandal (they will never change). But my trainer at work (she saw right away something was wrong with me) made me go, she even drove to A. to pick her up also, and was taking care for us about all the paperwork. Thanks to B. (I am hiding her name because at work they found out later, that she was stealing a lot of money over the years, faking the accounts in a very smart way). But thanks to that person and her believe in me I went through my school- and practical-period and got my degree in economic.
All that shit happend 6 weeks before my 18th birthday and my car. Call it bad timing.
With 17 still a virgin, was a kind of strange, but I wanted to wait for the right one. The guy with the car definitely wasn't (black humor).
Then the next angel came to my life: Michael, my first big love (you were there as my first big love and you are still there for me as a friend, as a big brother, thanks).
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