Love is a Trip

As a child, I never really had the best life. My parents divorced when I was 7, and my mom started physically and verbally abusing me and my sister.
My dad was the only parent who took proper care of me and my sister, and we ended up moving in with him when my mom started dating a guy named Robin Twist. He was an alcoholic, and my dad just didn't want us around him, so we moved in with our dad.
After my dad gained full custody of me and my sister, he decided to move us and not let our mom know where we were. Let me tell you, our mother tried really hard to find out where we lived, but she wasn't allowed to, because my dad made sure the police blocked everything she tried to get on.
Since then, my dad has made sure that we had the best childhood we could. He wanted us to forget the abuse, but he must have known that it would be hard, so he put me and Gemma (my sister) in therapy. It really helped. I finally felt like I could talk to someone about the abuse, which was nice.

When I started high school, they asked us what we wanted to be after college, and I said "teacher". I had always wanted to help people, and I felt that teaching would help.
Now, about the sexual pleasure thing. It started in my junior year, and doesn't seem to be getting any better. If anything, it seems to be getting worse. I don't know why, but I seem to really like the rush it gives me. I know that sounds like something my mom would say, but it's true. It feels nice to me.
I understand what would happen to me if I had sex with a student, so I don't know why I keep doing it. Gemma has told me that I need to stop, but I can't. I simply can't. I've been doing it for 7 years, and you and I both know how hard it is to break habits.
I'll talk more about my personal problems tomorrow.

Notes

Hey! I'm Malia and I'm one of the co-authors!
I'm really excited about this story, but I don't know how often you'll be hearing from me. Don't expect to see a chapter by me every other day.