Recount of an ex girlfriend

I'm brand new to the writing world, but this story had to be told:

Just a little bit about me. I was raised by good godly parents. My mom is a Sunday school teacher and my dad was a deacon before he passed away in July.

Anyway, about 13 years ago, I met this gorgeous girl in my homeroom class. She was amazing: heart of gold, blonde hair, blue eyes, cheerleader. Just the kind of girl you'd want to bring home to mom. As soon as I first saw her all those years ago, I was immediately attracted to her.

We graduated and years passed before we ever talked again. Right out of the blue over Facebook, we started talking, and we immediately picked up just where we had left off. She had been recovering from severe depression, and was looking for a job, and I decided to help her until she could get back on her feet. About two months later, all hell broke loose.

She said she was starting her own interior design business and asked if I would help her out financially. I agreed, and she said she would pay me back for all the materials she bought. A month passed, and I still didn't get paid. I confronted her about it, and she kept trying to avoid telling me what really happened. The day of my dad's funeral, I got a text from a guy I assumed was a friend of the family's. He sent me texts between him and her. Come to find out, she was sleeping with him and doing drugs instead of working. I couldn't believe it. How could the love of my life be a drug-addicted nymphomaniac?

Two months passed and my mom left for Korea to see my cousin who's stationed over there. She came and stayed with me for the twelve days my mom was gone. She asked to borrow my mom's car and, of course, she needed the credit card for gas. Things were going really well until the last three nights. Then, she didn't come home. I texted her two nights prior to my mom's arrival back to the states. My girlfriend said she was on her way back home. That was at 730 pm. The next morning, she was still gone. Panicked, I texted her. No reply. I called her about thirty times, no reply. About 5 that afternoon, I called her sister. Little did I know it, but her sister was secretly her lesbian lover. I finally got in contact with her sister, and she said that my girlfriend had lost the keys to my mom's car. I knew my mom had a spare in her bedroom, but I didn't know where to find it. After a thorough search, I finally found the spare key. I drove to where my girlfriend's sister was staying. My girlfriend texted me saying, 'leave the keys in the chair by the door, and I'll meet you at the house.' I laughed and tried to persuade her to come outside and talk to me. She wouldn't cooperate, and I realized that if I was going to get the car, I'd have to do it myself.
I desperately tried to figure out where she had parked the car. The house where she was staying was located at the very top of a large hill, and my mom's car was parked at the very bottom. I left my car in the same spot where my mom's car was parked and decided to drive my mom's car back to the house. My girlfriend had made my life a living hell, and I decided that if she wanted to stay there with her sister, she should do so.

The only problem is that the gas needle on my mom's car was well below e and it was a thirty minute trip back to the house. Before I left the house, I got every dime I could find because I normally only carry my credit card and knew I was going to need money, just in case. The man at the gas station counter counted all of my dimes, quarters and nickels and it amounted to seven dollars and thirty cents. I kept praying, 'Lord, please help me to get back home before I run out of gas.' I managed to make it back to the house, but still needed to go pick up my other car. I called my girlfriend's other sister, tiffany, and her husband drove me back over to pick up my car. There was a huge black man in the driveway. He looked at us, thinking he was about to pull out a gun and shoot us both, and thankfully there was a pistol in the glove compartment of my girlfriend's brother in law's truck, just in case. If the cops hadn't been patrolling the neighborhood, I think we would have run into trouble. I got in my car and sped away, hoping to get out of that part of town as quick as I could.

As soon as we got back to tiffanys house, tiffany, her husband and I sat down and talked. 'You know she's a drug addict, don't you?' Tiffany asked. 'She's been using the money you've been giving her to buy drugs.' How could the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid eyes on be a heroin addict? I sat and pondered for a while. 'She was molested when she was eleven by a man who paid her mother to keep quiet. Then, years later, she ended up marrying that man, and he made her do unspeakable things. Now, because of all of the pain she's faced in her life, she takes all her frustrations out on unsuspecting, innocent people,' tiffany uttered.

Perhaps the greatest pain of all is knowing that the sweet, beautiful, kind-hearted, amazing girl I knew in high school was now a monster; a drug-addicted nymphomaniac whose purpose in life was to bring the men who loved her pain, heartbreak and misery. Maybe one day she'll realize that she had a wonderful, loving man who would have done anything in the world for her standing right in front of her, and she mistreated him. Maybe then she'll change her ways. Only time will tell.