Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Turning Anew

Jordan- 14

*Picks up from Party Gone Wrong*

Warning: Mentions of underage drinking, drug use, and self-harm. Read at your own risk!

After the party and Damian's assault, Jordan kept spiraling downwards more and more. She was at the lowest point anyone could be at. Once again she had cut everyone off, she wouldn't talk to anyone anymore. To make matters worse she had started buying drugs off the streets, she had to make sure she went to places where her father and the others aren't known.

Hank was really worried about his daughter, after the party and the assault she had only gotten worse. She clung to him for a couple of days then cut him off again. The older father knew she'd been drinking and using again, every time he'd confront her about it she'd lie and guilt trip him and it only made him feel worse.

One afternoon Jordan had cut school, as usual, she quit going to see Bunny after the old bitch ratted her out to Damian. She was going to a couple of corners with her hood over her head and sunglasses on her face. She had bought a couple of dime bags of heroin and some coke. She hid them and the wad of cash she stole from her father's safe.

After she left she started walking, as she walked Antonio pulled up alongside her and got out. "Jordan!"

She sighed in frustration, she was almost sober and she was coming off a recent high. The fourteen year old didn't have the energy to deal with this shit.

"What the hell do you want? I thought I told you all to leave me the hell alone. I didn't ask for help and frankly I don't want help". She spat at him.

The senior detective didn't let what she said phase him but it did hurt, he took the sunglasses off her face and saw her face. It was a mess, her brown eyes were a red bloodshot color. He smelled the little bit of alcohol on her breath and noticed her scratching her arms and messing with her nose. He knew she was coming off a high and coming down from being drunk.

"Jo please this has to stop, we know you're hurting. You need to get help before something seriously bad happens. You could end up killing yourself".

The teen snatched her sunglasses back and put them back on. "I don't care. I know if I do die at least I'll be with my mom and brother again. Why the hell do you care? You're not my father you've been acting like my father since I was 11 quit it! I already have one father I sure as hell don't need another. Just leave me the hell alone, you have kids of your own go be with them. I don't need you just like I don't need anyone anymore. What I need is my mom and my brother and I'll never see them again".

Just as he put a hand on her shoulder as she walked away she turned around quick as lightning a decked him hard, sending him to the ground.

"Never touch me again, you forget Antonio you trained me in boxing. I know all your moves. Never again come near me. '' After that she stormed off.

Jordan went home and Antonio headed back to the District, his niece was somewhere in there. She was built a wall around herself and closed off. The senior detective didn't know if his niece was gone or not. Once Jordan got home thankfully nobody was home, she went straight to her room and locked the door.

She got a little mirror and dumped the powder substance on it and started to cut it in lines, she rolled up a piece of paper and started sniffing it all. Throwing her head back she smiled as she finally got her fix. After she snorted all the lines she pulled out a bottle of oxy and popped about 4 of them and downed them with some hard Whiskey. Pulling out a pocket knife she started to cut her wrist, she was too drunk and high to really care, she watched the sharp blade go across her flesh and she slowly watched as the blood flowed down her arms. Eventually she passed out.