the boy next door// Braddison

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"finally!" I scream after hearing the doorbell. It must be my new underwear that I ordered so long ago.  I dash to the door, and sitting outside is my box of underwear. "well try it on!" my best friend Dixie says 

My name is Addison. I'm 19 years old, and I'm in my first year of college. I do it online, because I can't afford to go into school.

 My dad left us when I was really young and my mom has been a heroine addict since before I can even remember. She doesn't come home, ever can't even remember the last time I saw her. I practically took care of myself.  

Dixie on the other hand grew up in a wealthier family.  She lives with her two happy parents, and younger sister Charli. They have helped me with stuff in the past but I absolutely need to pay them back as soon as I can.

Dixie and I have been friends since the second grade. The first time I saw my mom higher than a kite. I was playing at the park with old friends when my mom came screaming at me and saying nonsense words. 

TW: addiction, and having drug episodes

I had noticed her being different but didn't full understand what was happening. Dixie and her mom Heidi happened to be walking by and I saw Heidi whisper something to Dixie causing her to run over to me. Dixie held my hand and stayed with me while my mom continued to scream at me

Heidi had calmed her down, she held her and rubbed her hair making my mom sit down. My mom ended up just leaving and Heidi came over beside me and Dixie. 

She asked me if I was okay and I was just confused. Heidi explained everything to me and told me that I was going to have to help out my mom because she wasn't okay. 

Heidi and Dixie walked me home and we stayed friends ever since. The first time my mom left was in the 7th grade. I heard her trying to leave at 2 am. I ran to the door blocking the entrance not letting my mom leave 

at this point she had been getting high every night and I was very worried for her. My mom pulled my hair and threw me across the room, leaving and slamming the door behind her.

 I sat there, crying for 2 hours. I waited for her to come back home, I did every night. It would usually be around 5 or 6 but that night she just didn't.

 I never told Dixie, or anyone because I didn't want anybody to call child support or anything. I waited for three more days until she finally came home, sober. She hugged me and told me not to worry about her

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Then she did the same the next year. But for a week. In grade nine a week turned into 3. Grade 10 3 turned into 5. By the time it was grade 11 she left, came back and I wasn't so welcoming. She left again and hasn't been home since. 

I grew up going to the grocery store and buying barely anything for the week, doing my own laundry, putting myself to sleep, and doing everything on my own.

I got a job when I turned 15, so I was able to buy myself a phone. Plus I have a bunch of savings from birthday's and stuff in my bank account that my grandparents made for me before they passed away. 

Now my life is good I guess you could say.  "put them on!" Dixie groans and I cave. I try on this pink thong with a matching lacy hot pink bra. "I love it!" Dixie says clapping her hands together.

"Nice ass!" I hear an unfamiliar voice say. I turn around and I see this boy through the window in the house next to mine. I gasp and put my robe over myself. "Perv!" I scream, rolling my eyes "hey! It was just there!" he shouts 

"oh my god he's cute" Dixie mumbles so only I can hear "yeah definitely not" I say grunting and putting the rest of the underwear away. "nice to meet you too!" the boy shouts causing me to roll my eyes again