*flashback*
"Ronnie, what the fuck are you doing?" Anthony demanded.
"Dude, chill. It's fine."
"It's not fine."
I yawned and walked into the kitchen. "You're all loud."
"I'm sorry." Anthony looked at me. "Ronnie's high."
"Ooh, on what?"
"Coke."
"Oh shit. Can I have some?"
"When'd you start swearing and becoming a druggie like him?"
"I dunno. I've smoked. Never snorted or shot." I shrugged. "Ronnie, coke?"
"You're fifteen." He slurred.
"You're drunk, too." I sighed. "You're seventeen, dude."
"Is anyone here gonna tell Dad?"
"No." Anthony and I chorused.
"I'll get lines prepared, but you better not waste it. That shit's fucking expensive."
"Be quiet." Anthony whispered. "Dad cannot hear this."
"Should we let her?"
"She's fifteen."
"And I'm just as fucked up as you two are."
Anthony nodded. "Ash has a point."
"Yeah, I know, but..." Ronnie looked at me. "You have a chance in life."
"Fuck that. I want cocaine."
"Single-minded. I forgot." Anthony said. "Makes her stubborn, that's good."
"Ronnie, why were you out?" I asked.
"He invited me." He replied. "Max."
"Oh."
"I'll tell him to invite you, next time." He said.
"Yep, thanks." I sighed. "Drugs."
"Fine." Ronnie poured out a few lines for us to do. "Have fun."
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"You okay?" Max rubbed my back as I sipped a coffee.
I shrugged. "I dunno. I'm numb, like... Yeah."
"It's okay."
"I'm just... We can't tell Craig. Fuck, or Ronnie. Or anyone. Please, keep this between us."
He nodded. "Okay."
"Just okay? I thought you'd put up a fight."
"You're addicted to drugs, Ash. You're twenty-two. Maybe it's not the best time to be a mother."
"I'm not addicted, I can quit-"
"That's what I say." Max said softly.
"I'm not you."
"No, you're right. You're Ash Charles, raised with Ronnie and Anthony Radke. Mom left, dad killed himself. Introduced to coke when you were fifteen. Been smoking God knows what since you were fourteen. You did heroin a couple weeks ago. Slept with Craig Mabbitt. Got pregnant."
"Okay, okay."
"I'm just trying to do what's good for you."
"I know." I sighed.
"I promise, on our birthday this year, we won't do anything drug related. We'll go somewhere fun, without drugs."
I nodded. "Okay."
"You're gonna be okay."
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FanfictionIn the glory days, Ronnie Radke was best friends with his band - and Ash Charles, a girl he had grown up with. He was always getting drunk and high, and she was his sidekick. However, when Ronnie goes to jail for the murder of an eighteen year old...
