Bayley is an average 17 year old with ordinary teenage problems. Except for the fact that she's a single teen mom. She's sick of her parents judging her for not being able to go through with the abortion they had planned. Bayley finally gets driven...
Bayley was sitting on the couch while Rei was playing with her toys on the floor. Outside was the prospect, Rat-boy, that Jax had sent over. He was bored out of his mind and paced back and forth.
Bayley got annoyed when he started knocking on the door. "What?"
"I really need to use the bathroom."
"There's a bush on the side of the apartment complex." Bayley started closing the door.
He put his foot in the way. "Please? I'll be in and out in 2 seconds."
She rolled her eyes, "Ugh, make it quick." Before Rat could make it to the bathroom, Bayley called him back. "Rat, would you mind watching Rei while I go take care of something real quick?"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever! I just really need to go." He ran to the bathroom and quickly closed the door.
She scoffed, "Pfft, moron." ___________________________ -Cabin-
"This is the third time she's thrown up." Juice held the trash can up to Becky's face as she detoxed.
Jax held her orange hair back. "She still doesn't know what's going on." They laid her back down and tied up her free hand.
Moments later, she passed out again. _________________________ -Tracy High School-
Bayley went into the front office and requested forms to drop out. "We need a signature from a parent or legal guardian now." The front lady informed.
"Okay. I'll take these to my mom. She's waiting outside in the car." Bayley walked out of the building and forged her mothers signature. "Here you go." She smiled, handing her the papers.
Becky's eyelids slowly lifted open. When she looked around she noticed that she was tied to the bed. "Help! Help! Somebody help me!" Juice ran in when he heard her scream. "Juice, thank God you're here. Untie me please."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because." He breathed deeply, "if I do then you're going to torture yourself again."
"What I do is none of your business!" She yelled, trying to tug her way out of the rags. "Let me go or I'm telling my Pa!"
"Promise you won't do this again." Juice told her.
"I can't." She shook her head, "You know I can't promise that."
Juice walked over and sat beside her. He leaned over her head and reached for something by the lamp. It was a syringe with a hazy yellow fluid. "Is this what you want?"
"Give it to me!" She begged. It was like her hands were magnets because of how quickly they reacted towards the drug.
Juice wrapped the rubber strap around her pricked arm. He made it tight and ran his thumb over her purple veins. "Ready?" He pressed the tip of the needle up to her pale skin.
"Please, hurry. I need it. Give it to me, Juice. Please." She closed her eyes in enjoyment when the needle broke through her skin and the drug raced through her body once again. Her eyes began rolling back while her mouth slowly opened, releasing a breathy moan. "Thank you..." Becky slurred.
"You're welcome." While she was falling deeper into her trip, Juice reached for the pillow on the floor. "I'm sorry."
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