Strings

Almost At The Bottom

With another two weeks rolling by Stef had chucked the GED book to the side and missed countless days at work. Whatever pills Jenna was giving her she continued to consume day after day and spending hours in the bed with her getting drunk and high.  Her mind was literally all over the place and she had failed to call Lena and Lena had failed to call her leaving each unsure of what to do next. The blonde loved her more then anything and she knew she was fucking up. She was fucking up big time as the nightly parties and poor choices were wearing on her daily. To top it off the judge had decided not to allow any visitation or contact right now with Callie until Stef could prove she was making progress. It was almost as if one bad thing after another kept happening and her life was spiraling out of control.  Desperate for money she had joined Jenna in cleaning the houses which turned out to be the scam she knew it would be. Sure they were getting paid 50 an hour but it was for some pretty shady homes filled with illegal drugs and shady characters. She could also see Jenna was much more involved then she was as she engaged in sex with many of the home owners in exchange for more money and  heavy drugs. Fortunately Stef had opted against it knowing she just couldn't get herself into that. She was already too deep in other things and trying so hard to pull herself out. But it was difficult and she wasn't sure if she could get out. Opening her eyes she rolled over to see it was nearly 3 in the afternoon and she was determined to go into work at the diner. But just like she did everyday she called Bill to check on Callie her only resource into how her baby was doing.

"Bill, how is my baby?" She said sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Stef, she was moved."

"To where? When? When the fuck were you gonna tell me?!"

"I couldn't tell you."

"Why? She's my baby Bill! She's my daughter you realize this!"

"Stef calm down, you..

"Fuck you! Don't tell me to calm down! They move my baby to another home and no one tells me and I don't know if she's ok or not because some prick ass judge won't let me even talk to her!"

"Stef I can't talk to you unless you calm down. I can't."

"Well that's not happening so fuck you too!" She said throwing the phone across the room as it made a hole in the wall.

"Shit! Blondie what the fuck?" Jenna said as she saw the phone on the floor now broken as Stef glared at her plopping on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Shit didn't look like nothing. You going into work today?"

"Yeah." Stef said lighting a cigarette.

"That cop is looking for you. She's been up my ass asking about you."

"What cop?"

"That one that was helping you study for that useless ass test you finally gave up on. She asks were you are everyday for some creepy ass reason."

"Fuck. What did you tell her?" the blonde asked throwing her jeans on and feeling dizzy as usual. Stuffing three pills in her mouth she chugged it down with the remaining beer.

"Told her I don't keep tabs on you. That I don't know where your blonde ass is."

"Good."

"What does she want with you anyway?"

"Fuck if I know."

"Anyway,  come with me to clean tonight."

"No. I'll skip it. And you should too. You better watch that shit you shove up you nose Jenna."