"Olivia?!", Cali yelled tapping my leg. I laughed. I'm high as fuck.
"What?", I asked after I laughed.
"Are you serious?! You doin' coke now?!"
"Cali chill, it's cool."
"No it's not cool!", she yelled. "You have a daughter! You have a life! How long have you been doin' this shit?", she asked.
"Not long. A few days.", I said. She shook her head left and right.
"I can't believe you." I rolled my eyes. "What's next? Huh?"
"I don't know. I haven't planned that far ahead yet."
...
"Trever give me my baby!", I cried.
"No!", he yelled. "You're high as hell Olivia and I know it's not weed. Yeah, Cali told me.", he said shaking his head up and down. That bitch. "You can't see Camillia until you get your shit together.", he said looking at me.
"What?! She's my daughter! You not keeping my daughter from me!"
"Yes the fuck I am. She don't need to be around you right now. Leave before I call the police."
"Fuck you, you punk ass bitch!", I yelled. I spit on him then left. I'm getting my baby back.
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"You gotta go.", Cali said shaking her head.
"What?", I asked.
"I said you gotta go! I'm not livin' with no junkie! I know you won't stop so you gotta go." I got mad as fuck for some reason then charged her. She punched me in my shit making me stumble back. I ran back up and she started beating my ass. I ain't gone lie she got me real good. I guess I gotta move in with Jayson.
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I did my third line then passed out.
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Olivia's Story
Teen FictionOlivia from The Thick Girl series is now 16 years old. She has PTSD, an abusive step dad, and gets bullied at school. See how she attempts to cope with life.
