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𝘅𝗶. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀

Warnings: Drug abuse, addiction, alcohol abuse, homophobic slurs, mature language, Tax Fraud mentioned. 

A/N: Most of this chapter consists of flashbacks which are in italic yet they will be stated. 

  ❝𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭? 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭...𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤...❞ 

"𝐂𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 the fuck are ya doin'?" My momma groaned clutching her head. "Am fuckin' thirteen." I retorted. "Watch ya mouth! What time is it?" She asked. "Twelve O clock. Why can ya say it and I can't?" I wondered. "'Cause she a big strong girl Addilo and ya ain't." A messy haired Merle smirked wrapping his arms around my mom's waist. "Big hot one too mmm hmm." He smirked. "Not in front of Addison Merle." She muttered grabbing a smoke from her pocket.

"When's daddy gettin' back?" I wondered. "God ya always on bout ya daddy Addison! Am I not important too? He's gone out doin' some shit he'll be back soon baby." Momma assured me. "Hey kidda why don't ya go upstairs and change we can take ya out huh?" Merle smiled. "Cool!" I beamed running off upstairs. "Merle baby why ya sayin' that we got hardly any money?" Momma asked as I overheard their conversation or parts of it.

"She's ma kid sugar, I wanna help. We do got money cause I been sellin' ain't I?" Merle replied. "I love ya baby." Momma smiled. "Mmmhm that right?" He smirked kissing her. "Bar's only takin' me back cause I get the men's attention, they thinks am easy cause I look like a fuckin' methhead." Momma sighed, I furrowed my brows because that's what she were. "Don't ya worry, daddy Merle's gonna sort it." Merle grinned...

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Back to now...

𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 exactly a good thing for me, I was sick of being unable to sleep. My mind wondered, daddy and the gang had come over now and I was in my own tent next to daddy's. I looked through the bag of Merle's stuff that I brought into my tent, memories and shit. He'd give me advice on boys, and momma would girls cause she thought I were in her words a "Dyke who loves a bit of muff." Don't fucking get me started on those two.

I quietly unzipped the bag to find some dirty magazine's, "Classic Dad." I smirked tucking one under my air mattress, What I get lonely and teens got them urges. Clap meds, not for me, a mini bottle of whiskey, hmmm maybe. I continued to look and picked up something I never thought I'd see again, "Holy shit..." I smirked.

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Flashback

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 day daddy would be hunting and we'd spend time together at meal times and after that for ages. He was out again in search of anything for us because grocery stores couldn't suffice, I suppose it's a way to keep some money. I was currently fourteen and had come out of one of the big buildings I couldn't remember the name of, but it's where I get ma money because I'm terribly frail.