Everything Is Fucked Up

"The Beginning Of A Fresh Start"

TW! STRONG LANGUAGE! DRUG USE!

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"The beginning of a fresh start." 

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I wake up to my alarm clock.

It's 7am. Jesus Christ.

 I get out of bed and walk over to the bathroom, I turn the shower on and get in. I don't wanna be smelling like weed when I get to my foster parents house or when I get Liam back. I don't wanna chance loosing him again.

I wash my hair, my body. You know, all the basics you do in the shower. 

I get out and get dressed into this outfit. 

I brush my teeth and then go on my phone for a bit. I check my socials and see all of my friends having fun last night. But I don't even care at this point, I'm used to them leaving me out all of the time. 

The social workers are coming at around 12 to do house inspections but I have plenty of time until then since it's only 9am.

And I'm pretty nervous about where I may end up. I can't stop thinking if me and Liam will get separated and Liam ending up in a bad home, I don't really care where I end up, it's Liam I care about. Poor kid don't even understand what's happening, he's too young. 

Time skip to 12:

I hear a knock at the door.

"Fuck." I say as I jump off of the toilet and wash my hands.

I run downstairs, almost falling. I get to the door and open it. 

"Welcome." I say as I smile.

The social workers didn't even reply to my nice gesture and just barged past me, walking into the living room. 

"Hello Y/n, we're here to do our inspections. Is your dad here? " One of the men asked me, while the other one went upstairs.

"Nope, haven't seen him since yesterday morning." I say as he writes it down on his clipboard. 

"Mhm, well in that case you're unable to remain staying here so we're gonna have to move forward with foster care. But fortunately we have gotten in contact with your Auntie and she has agreed to take you and Liam in. Your flight to LA is booked for 2:30pm, a taxi is booked for then to take you to the airport where then Liam will be dropped off." The man says.

"Oh, okay." I say with a bit of excitement in my voice. 

Just then the other social worker comes downstairs with a suit case and a bunch of Liam's stuff.

"Wait where are you taking all of that?" I asked, confused.

"Just to Liam's current foster parents, but don't worry it'll all be dropped off at the airport with Liam." The man says while he walks outside.

"Okay." I say as I clos the door behind him.

"Oh my god, I'm going to LA." I say to myself in shock.

LA is like my dream city to go too, and now I have the chance to go? And go live with my Aunt? And finally be able to see my older brothers? This whole nightmare has turned into a dream. 

I sit myself down on the sofa and sigh out of relief. Now I don't have to worry about where I might end up.

About an hour passes and I get up to go the toilet.

I walk past my dads closed bedroom door, and suddenly get the urge to go in. I've been fighting the urge for months now, but I'm going to be in a completely different city in a couple days so I might as well. 

I open the door and as soon as I open it a horrible smell hits my face, I lift my jumper over my nose and walk in.

I start looking around for any lighters, papers, buds, anything I could use in LA.

I go to the closet first, and start looking through jacket pockets, shoes. 

I put my hand in the pocket and feel a plastic bag, I pull out, to see a white substance in a little white bag. I put it back in the pocket, I don't want that shit.

I look through shoes and find some lighters, some were full, some were half empty. I put them in my pocket. 

I go over to the drawers and start looking through them. I find loads of unopened packets of blunt papers, buds and even a couple dollar bills. Better than nothing I guess. 

I check under the mattress and see a wallet. I open it and find 320$. Bingo. Since when does my dad have this kind of money laying around? 

I put everything I find in my pocket and go downstairs. 

I put the blunt papers, lighters and money in my backpack.

I have all of my stuff downstairs ready for me to leave. 

It's almost time now. I hear a car horn outside, and I'm guessing it's my uber. 

I walk outside with all of my stuff and put all of it in the boot of the car. 

At the airport:

I get to the airport and Liam arrive with his foster parents. 

"Liam!" I say as he comes running up to me, giving me a hug.

"I missed you so much!" I say as I hug him tightly.

"I missed you too." He says, quietly. 

"Are you excited? We're going to see our aunt!" I say.

"Yeh." He says.

He's only one years old, poor thing doesn't even know what's going on. 

"Come on, we gotta go." I say as I stand up and take his hand. 

We do everything you do at an airport and get on the plane.

Liam is now asleep, and we've set off to LA. 

The beginning of a fresh start. 

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okay y'all so that's it for this chapter hope you enjoyed.