Chapter 10: Old Habits

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"Liv-" I said walking into her room seeing her with a bottle of pills.

"I havent taken any," she said to me.

"Call your sponsor. I'll stay with you until you can get her," I said sitting next to her taking the bottle of pills.

"I'm going to go to the tattoo parlor where she works," she said.

"You seem stressed. Want me to drive you?" I asked her.

"I'm good. I'd prefer to go alone," she told me.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything," I said hugging her.

"Thank you," she said when she pulled away.

I nodded my head and walked downstairs. I saw only Laura and tensed up.

"What would you like?" She asked me.

"Just fruit," I whispered grabbing an apple.

I quickly went to go to the door when jordan stopped me outside.

"Where do you always ice out my mom?" He asked me.

"Jordan, let me get to school," I told him.

"Not until you answer me," I stayed silent, embarrassed by my reason.

"Whatever," Jordan said storming off.

I thought it would be normal at school but he would make mean comments to me. Ice me out. The team was starting to notice.

"What is your problem?" JJ asked him.

"My problem is her. She keeps icing out my mom for no reason," he growled.

"Jordan-"

"No. I dont want you hanging out with the team anymore," he said to me.

"J-"

"Ash, if you want to take her side you arent welcome with the team anymore," jordan said.

"Its fine ash," I said and walked away, tears in my eyes.

I found an empty classroom and leaned against the wall. Flashbacks happening.

"Brandon, I need clothes for school," I told him.

"Ask mom," he said.

"You know she hasn't been the same since dad left," I told him.

"Let's go take you to get clothes. I have some extra money," he sighed.

We bought the clothes and left. I was about eight years old. The cops came up to us and pulled gun.

"Brandon?" I asked him scared.

"My little sister hasn't done anything," brandon told the cops.

"No. But she knows you. Cuff the girl to," the cop said to his men.

They brought me in a questioned me. I didnt even know what brandon had done. I was sobbing hard. I knew brandon was in jail.

"If you dont start talking we will put you in jail," a cop told me.

"I dont know anything!" My eight year old self cried.

"Hey. I'm here to pick up Pheonix," my uncle preach said.

"Are you family?" The cops asked.

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