Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Deadly New Addiction

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Jordan- 15

Jordan has now been clean and sober for a year, she had felt very proud of her sobriety, she had felt as if nothing could break it. Except one thing, Denny Woods. Ever since he started showing his face again, it was slowly making her urges come back but she never acted on them. She didn't wanna disappoint her father again.

Most days she picks or bite her nails, other days she'd chew on straws. She needed something to take the urges away. Anything. If she didn't she'd either go crazy or end up relapsing and she swore she was done with that life for good.

One cold afternoon she was walking from her school to the district, she liked to walk it helped clear her head. As she walked she passed by an odor, smoke. It stank to high hell. When she looked to see where it was coming from she had seen two people, two men smoking cigarettes. Something had popped into her head. Maybe that could help take the urges away. She'd still be clean and she wouldn't relapse.

A voice in her head had told her not to do it. It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth risking her health. More importantly it wasn't worth risking her father's trust, she had worked hard and fought tooth and nail to earn his trust back after doing everything she did after her brother died.

The fifteen-year-old couldn't take it, she needed something to take the urge away. She would probably regret it later. Slowly she went to the guys.

"Hey you guys mind if I bum a smoke" Jordan said, keeping a straight face. Her father was going to kill her.

One guy, Evan had pulled out a cigarette and gave it to her, she took it and put it in her mouth he lit a small lighter and lit the cigarette for her. She had taken a deep inhale of it and she had blew the smoke out and coughed very harshly.

"First one is always the hardest," The other guy, Drake, said.

"I...can definitely tell" Jordan finally spoke after the coughing fit.

"What's a pretty face like yours doing around here" Evan spoke.

"Walking, I gotta go. Thanks for the smoke"

"Can we get your number?"

She took out a pen and grabbed his hand writing something, she had given a small smirk. After a moment she was finished. She had written, 1-800-hell-no.

"Gotta go boys, thanks again"

Jordan continued her walk while smoking the cigarette, she had let out harsh coughs the whole time it was definitely taking her urges away. It was better than what she was doing.

"Well well, if it isn't my favorite Voight" Came a man's voice, it was Denny.

The fifteen-year-old gritted her teeth, she hated Denny. She despised him. Looking over she had seen him and glared at him.

"What the hell do you want?" Jordan spat.

With a smirk he looked at the half cigarette in her finger. "I see you took up a new hobby"

She got nose to nose with him. "Maybe I have, maybe I can burn your eyes out with them and do me hell I'd do the whole world a favor and end you"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed"

"What are you doing here? What do you want now? And if you're thinking about blackmailing I wouldn't do it. I'm not that same naive little kid I was before. And if you even try I'll go to my dad and tell him everything. My dad has always taken my word over yours"

"I bet he didn't when you had you're little spiral going on"

Flicking the burnt out bud into the street she bawled her fist tightly, she hated when people mentioned that time. She wanted to forget it if she could, she'd rewrite history and change it if she could.