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Post by Alexandra Tranter on Nov 9, 2008 13:29:56 GMT -5
Alex couldnt believe how sucky things had been going lately. She didnt fit in at school at all and she had started chemo so she was feeling pretty crappy. She hated this place, she didnt have any friends and she actualy felt shy even though she was the apposite of shy, she was normaly a big bundle of energy or at least she used to be. Now she didnt really care about any thing. Which is why she was in the back of a police car with those oh to familuar red and blue flashing lights. It was amazing how some one so withdrawn and quiet could get in so much trouble. The problem was she had quite the temper when she got messed with so she was kind of like a ticking time bomb. It was late, after 10 pm which was the main reason Alex was heading to the police department. It wasent her fault she wanted to go for a walk.
They pulled up to the station and she got let out of the back and led inside where she sat in her usual seat in the corner. She winced a bit as she touched a large cut her forhead and groaned. She heard her name being called and she perked her head up. "Hey Alex...hows the chemo going?"
[/i] one of the officers asked and Alex rolled her eyes. "Perfect. I cant wait to be bald like you Charlie Brown." The officers name was Charlie, she just added the brown part cause it was what she called him the very first day she got brought in. She hugged her knees tighter to her chest as she heard them talking about how they were going to call her probation officer and she knew she was going to get introuble for getting in a fight and being out past curefew. She didnt see what the big deal was, she just had a black eye, a cut on her for head and a cut under her eye. She got off worse then the other chick did. She couldnt help it if the chemo made her angry. It made her restless and it sucked. She closed her eyes and heard them now talking about her current adoptive parents and Alex instantly knew that they were going to give her back up. It was a 3 strikes kind of deal with them and this was her third strike so she knew she was going to get a new family. A little while later an angry looking couple walked in and dropped a few duffle bags in front of her and she bit her lip. Perfect. 3 weeks, must be a new record. She grabbed her bags and walked out side to wait for her probation officer to show up, then from there they would wait for her social worker. Why did life have to suck so bad? ontop of it all she had chemo in the morning. She wasent going to go to a new family. She wasent going to go to a new state. She dug around in one of her bags and pulled out a small hand gun and stuck it in the waist band of her skiny jeans and grabbed a small bag of weed. "Where are you Going" One of the officers asked and Alex just flipped him off. She walked a little ways past the police department and found a bench in the park. The park was empty since it was all ready dark out. She took the gun out and set it next to her on the bench and took the weed out and rolled it up. Sticking it between her lips after lighting it she took a long drag and let the smoke out. She was so done with every thing.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Nikki Loreado ; on Nov 9, 2008 14:29:39 GMT -5
try to let go of the truth,
he battles of your youth,
cause this is just a game.
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Nicholas was heading towards the police station. It was late at night and his friend called him. He wanted Nikki to meet him at the police station because he needed help with some kid. She apparently wasn't a great kid seeing as she was put in jail a lot and she is on drugs. But it wasn't like she wasn't a good kid. Really Nikki's point of view on teenagers is that they were great kids inside. You just have to pry at that and make it surface. Let them know that they have potential. They can be whatever they want to be as long as they don't screw their life up. And that was his job to make sure that they didn't completely ruin their lives.
Driving his white truck up to the police station he got out to see that he arrived just as his friend did. "Hey. How are you my friend?" He spoke walking over and hugging his friend. "So I hear there is a girl here you want me to work with?" He asked and listened as his friend went through all the details of Alex and her life. She certainly had one hell of a bad run but he figured he could fix this. Get her on the right track. He had bigger stronger teens he had to deal with and he got them on the right track. So this girl shouldn't be too hard to crack open. Only problem was she didn't have a family now.
As Alexandra walked out of the police station he watched her walk over to a bench and light up. He walked with her probation officer and social worker over to where she was and walked up behind her grabbing the joint from her fingers and cutting the tip off that was lit before crumpling up the joint and weed and throwing it away in a nearby trash can. "Okay now that that is out of the way..." He spoke before noticing the gun next to her. "I should probably take this too." He spoke picking it up and putting the safety on before handing it to a cop that came over soon after.
"Okay now that things are more comfortable my name is Nicholas Loreado and I am going to be your addiction counselor.. And you are going to live with me for a while... And just to tell you before hand I am not like other adoptive parents and you can't get rid of me within a couple of weeks." He spoke smiling at her slightly. Probably wasn't the best first impression on her but oh well. After a while she would learn to deal with him. Maybe her and his sister Eva could be friends. But one thing would be sure. He wouldn't put up with the drugs in his house. No way no how.
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Post by Alexandra Tranter on Nov 9, 2008 16:10:33 GMT -5
Alex closed her eyes and actually managed to relax a bit as she puffed on the joint between her lips. She usually saved smoking weed for after chemo but she was feeling a bit stressed. She knew she had some harder stuff that she could use but she didn't really feel like finding any of her friends to get anything. Its not like she was a hard drug user, she was just an occasional and never really did anything harder then Weed and Oxycodone. She didn't get why she couldn't have weed, it wasn't her fault that they didn't prescribe medical marijuana to people under the age of 18. If she were 18 then it wouldn't be a problem.
She was about to take another puff when she felt some one put it out and take it out from between her hands. Her hand automatically reached for the gun but as she opened her eyes and noticed that it to had gotten taken away she glared at the guy standing in front of her. She noticed her probation officer, social worker and some of the other cops. What was going on? She thought she was just going to get some where else, not have every one standing over her. Listening to the guy she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I don't have an addiction so your waisting your time." She didn't have an addiction. The only thing she was truly addicted to was slitting her wrists and getting in fights.
When he said she couldn't get rid of him she rolled her eyes again. Was this guy stupid? "Watch me." She stood up and quickly dodged past them and took off at a fast run. She jumped over curbs and play equipment as she felt the cold wind on her face. She wasn't going to go live some addiction counselor because she didn't have a problem. How could she lived with a person that fixed people when she didn't want to be fixed and she didn't need to be fixed. She didn't realize that she was a lot more broken then she thought. She made it threw the park and started to slow down a little as she made it to a large empty soccer field. She didn't plan on stopping any time soon. She wasn't going to go any where.
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Post by Nikki Loreado ; on Nov 9, 2008 16:48:20 GMT -5
try to let go of the truth,
he battles of your youth,
cause this is just a game.
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As Nicholas was around Alex he watched her like a hawk. Just not in a creepy way. Just taking in everything like trying to figure her out the best he could without having to ask too much stuff. Obviously rebelious. Lost. Confused. He figured a little bit arrogant maybe and ignorant. But she was more of a lost soul than anything really. And all she needed was a few people in her life that cared about her. And she just needed to see that there was people who does care for her. Instead of taking all of the bad in her life and turning it into something worse than it is.
Watching as the girl instantly tensed up as he took the weed and the gun he noticed that was another flaw of hers. Insecure. "Hm.. That is what they all say.. Wether you have an addiction or not you are still going to be living with me for a while. So you can cut your nasty habits of yours. Like smoking weed and walking around with a gun." He spoke crossing his arms over his chest with a slight smile on his face. She wasn't going to win. She could try her hardest but he has been there done that and bought the t-shirt so she had a lot to be against.
When she said watch me he snickered slightly and rubbed his face. "This is going to be one hell of a long night." He spoke and watched as the cop was about to chase her he shook his head and held out his arm holding the man back. "I have this.." He spoke watching her run away. "3...2....1..." He spoke before running after her. Only fair to give her a head start. He could run faster than her easily. He had very strong powerful legs and was used to having to run after people.
He took off like a bullet after her catching up with her within about 30 seconds and wrapping his arms around her pulling her to a stop. "Sorry kid but you wont be going anywhere.." He spoke flinging her over his shoulder holding her wrists together with one hand as he walked back towards the probation officer, social worker, and cops. Humming as if he was carrying a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Once he brough her back to them he sat her down on the bench. "Okay so let's start again.. My name is Nikki.. I am your new foster father.. Don't underestimate me kid." He spoke with a sly smirk on his face.
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Post by Alexandra Tranter on Nov 9, 2008 18:14:40 GMT -5
Alex thought she was going to be in the clear. Of course she didnt know where she was going to stay if she did manage to get away and chances were that she was going to get caught sooner or later. They wanted to send her to some teen camp because apparently she had broken the law for the last time. She heard running behind her and she picked up her pace but groaned when she felt some one wrap their arms around her and throw her over his shoulder. She pounded on his back and tried to struggle out of his grasp.
She panted when he set her down and she took it as a minute to catch her breath. She was going to wait a minute before she tried to run again. Her body wasent cut out for this. Chemo made her weak and the cancer didnt help it at all so she was really only hurting her self as she attempted to run away from people that were trying to help. But thats what she hated, she didnt want people to help her any more. She wanted people to treat her like a normal teenager and not be affraid to rough her up and tell her the truth and she was sick and tired of people telling her everything was going to be Ok because it wasent. It never would be again.
"Im not going any where. Im perfectly fine on my own." She yelled and could feel her hands start to get a little shaky. She was pushing her body past its breaking point and she didnt know if she would be able to fight much more before her body gave up and refused to do anything. She could also feel a headache coming on and it sucked. She hated not being able to run as fast as she used to, she hated not being able to do things normal teenagers could because she got tired to easy. The cut on her had was starting to hurt and so was her black eye. She could feel a bruise on her side but she was going to give it one last shot. She knew he was gonna catch her but it was worth a try. "may as well just give up im not going any where." And with that she jumped up and took off again but this time she was noticeably slower as her body started to give up.
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Post by Nikki Loreado ; on Nov 9, 2008 19:18:07 GMT -5
try to let go of the truth,
he battles of your youth,
cause this is just a game.
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As he got her back he noticed the change. How she was weak from just running that far. Wow she had some bad cancer. It was really kicking her ass. In a way he pitied her but when he thought about it the last thing she needed was pity from someone else. He was sure she was probably really sick of being pitied. She was just like everyone else. Just another soul on this planet. She just happens to have a disease growing inside her that is making her walk a fine line between life and death. So treat her like anybody else is what he planned to do. He just wont be so cocky when it comes to catching her if she ran again. That way she wouldn't wear herself out too bad.
"Perfectly fine on your own?" He asked repeating what she said out loud he laughed and shook his head. "Kid, you think you will do fine on your own but you know what? I would say that you would only last.... 2 or 3 weeks give or take. Because you would either a) starve b) overdose yourself out of stupidity or c) get arrested. You think you would be happier on your own? Being a lone wolf isn't always the smart choice. Be happy your at the age where you have adults doing shit for you kid. Where adults have to work their asses off to make sure that you have something to eat in the evening. To make sure that you are happy. But you are like most teenagers and you are an ungreatful thing." He spoke seriously to her.
As she spoke he reached out and grabbed the back of her shirt stopping her mid stride. He saw it coming. He knew she would run again. And he was going to hold her back. Last thing she needed to do is pointlessly exhausting herself. "Lets go kid.. No more of this foolishness.." He spoke throwing her over his shoulder again but being more careful this time seeing as she wasn't going to run away again. He went inside and picked up her bags putting them in the bed of his truck before putting her in the front of the truck locking the doors so she couldn't get out. He got the papers and signed them on the hood of the truck before getting in. "Alright now that that is settled.. Let's go home.." He spoke driving towards his house.
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Post by Alexandra Tranter on Nov 9, 2008 20:39:35 GMT -5
Alex was mad that he caught her again. Wasent it obvious that she didnt want to go with him? Or that she didnt want help. She was still convinced she didnt need help, but every move she made it was obvious she was crying out for it. She struggled against his grip one last time before finally giving up and allowing him to throw her over his shoulder like a little child. "Ive been fine on my own this far." She whispered to her self. But now that she thought about it she never really was alone, there was always some one there that was helping her, picking her up when she was down and putting her back on her feet because she couldnt do it on her own.
She could if she wanted to but since her parents died she had fully given up. Since her brother dumped her into foster care she gave up even more and didnt really care what happened any more. When he put her in the car and locked the doors she frantically searched for the lock but couldnt find it. She couldnt help the fact that she was starting to panick. One thing she hated was being locked in enclosed spaces. She tried the handle but nothing. Once he got back in the car she folded her arms and pouted. "Home..Easy enough for you to say. I dont have one." Her only home was back in Hawaii. Or where her parents were, which was dead. Except every time she tried to kill her self she always failed. She just wasent good at anything. She felt tears slide down her cheeks and quickly whiped them away being careful of her bruised eye.
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Post by Nikki Loreado ; on Nov 9, 2008 21:39:28 GMT -5
try to let go of the truth,
he battles of your youth,
cause this is just a game.
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Nikki looked over his shoulder slightly when she said something under her breath. He heard it alright. He just sighed and shook his head as he kept walking with her over his shoulder. She had no idea what alone was. She was never alone. Nobody really understood that ever untill they were shown that. And there was a lot that Nikki had to teach this child. She just seemed to have lost all sense of hope. All faith in humanity. All gone. And trust in people. And he was definitely going to change that.
As he got back into the truck he waved at his friend who was her probation officer and watched her cross her arms over her chest and pout. He sighed slightly and listened to what she said. "You know I don't get you kids.. I mean I am a little hypocritical cause I was the same way as a child.. More alike you kids then you all realize.. You know what Alexandra?.. I am here as an imigrant. My mother was nothing special and my father was an idiot. My father and I moved here from Peru when I was young." He spoke as he drove.
He figured giving her a little background about him might make her warm up. He was just trying to prove she wasn't alone. "The last time I saw my mother was the second I was born and I never saw her again. I don't have a picture or anything. It was hard growing up as the son of a imigrant. I was picked on in school. Teased because I didn't know much english. And my father was hardly ever around because he would work two minimum wage jobs to make sure that I had the best life I could. I hated him for it as a kid but now being a father myself I can understand why he did. My father would go to work in a factory. Work harder than all of the workers there. Come home with something you could barely call a paycheck. And he would make sure that my life was better than his. As good as he could make it."
"You know I grew up basically raising myself in a little house in san francisco. And then my Dad was a stupid ass and slept with some woman having my little sister come along. Which meant he had to work harder now that he had two mouths to feed. I basically had to become my sisters father at the age of 13. You think life is tough kid you have to open your eyes and see that everyones lives aren't perfect." He spoke glancing at her before looking back to the road.
"You know death is a bitch. It comes up on you when you least expect it. And it hurts the people that was close to the person that was touched by death. I have a 6 year old daughter. But she doesn't have a mother you know why?" He asked looking at her before looking back at the road again. "She killed herself by overdosing herself. Because she felt life was way too hard to go through. Raising a child. Being a junkie. She took the easy way out and look who payed the price. My little girl will be growing up without a mother. Someone who she needs the most. All because my wife was selfish and dove into the deep end. Didn't bother to think about the people that mattered the most." He spoke not a touch of sadness in his voice or on his features. He learned to cope. Every day he did.
Turning down a road he got to his house and pulled into the driveway putting it in park. "You are so sure you are alone... And that no one cares about you... And you have it so hard... But you know what? You have to learn to deal with the hand you are given when life deals the cards. Because it is the only hand you will ever get. All you can do is hope you lived it the best. And stay around people who care.... Oh and I hope you like it here." He spoke smiling at her. He unlocked the truck and got out grabbing her bags when the front door opened. There was a teenaged girl standing in the doorway with a little girl who ran out.
"Daddy! What took you so long?" She asked leaping into her fathers arms. "Sorry Rosie I had things to do. You should be in bed ma'am. It is too late for you to be up." He spoke looking at Alex before ushering her into the house holding Rosie. Eva just went upstairs and disappeared. Being shy as always. He set Rosie down and that was when she noticed the visitor. She was used to new people being here. "I am going to go put these in your room Alex.. I will only take a minute or so." He spoke before disappearing up the stairs and the little peruvian girl walked towards Alex with a big smile on her face her dimples showing. "My name is Rosie. What is your name?" She asked smiling and twisting her body side to side with her hands behind her back. Just being friendly.
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Post by Alexandra Tranter on Nov 9, 2008 23:45:01 GMT -5
Alex put her seat belt on and turned her head so she was staring out the window as the car drove on. She listened and knew that everything he was saying was true but she didn't really realize why he was telling her that. It was probably to show her that things could be a lot worse, that she didn't really have it that bad and she just needed to suck it up. She sniffled a bit and sighed once he was finished. "That must of been hard." She whispered softly as she messed with the metal medical bracelet around her wrist. She didn't know why she had to wear it, she didn't want the world to know she had cancer.
"Has it ever been your fault some one died?" She turned to look at him, the pain evident in her eyes. "It was last year, my 15th birthday. I was having an amazing day but I was being really stubborn because my parents wouldn't let me go see one of my favorite local bands. I begged and begged and finally my brother helped convince them and they took me. I got all dolled up and we went out to the car. It was an amazing night, the weather was like perfect. I forgot to put my seat belt on but we were just going down the street so I didn't think it was that big of a deal. We were turning into the parking lot and we got hit by a drunk driver in a big ford truck. The car rolled and all I remembered was screaming and then silence. I was hanging half way out of the car window, it was upside down...The car caught on fire right when he police were there and I was the only one they pulled out. I could smell the car burning and the smell of my moms perfume was still on my jacket." She used a shaky hand to wipe the tears off her cheeks again.
"I spent weeks in the hospital. Half of it was healing the burns on my legs, half of it was the bumps and bruises. I remember every one trying to get me to talk. But I wouldn't speak a word because I knew it was my fault. If I didn't beg to go to that concert then they would still be alive. or if I didn't wear my seat belt then I would still be with them just dead...Then I got diagnosed with cancer and my Aunt moved us to the states cause she thought it would be better for me." She really couldn't stop the tears this time. She had a good reason to cry though. It was really depressing.
"I started chemo and it sucked. I was at this children's hospital and all of the other children there had family's with them, people encouraging them and helping them. I had to do it all by my self and I still have to do it by my self. No matter what family I live with they always give up on me when things get a little tough." She didn't know how long she was going to stay with Nikki till he kicked her out, she figured it would be soon though. After that she would get to find another family and then the chain would continue until she was old enough to live on her own. She shrugged and sighed and looked back out the window as the car pulled out. She got out and watched as a little girl ran out and Alex smiled a little she loved little kids. She walked into the house and nodded as Nikki walked away and she bent down in front of the little girl. "I'm Alex." She smiled softly and shook the little girls hand. She looked up and waited for Nikki to come back.
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Post by Nikki Loreado ; on Nov 10, 2008 0:13:11 GMT -5
try to let go of the truth,
he battles of your youth,
cause this is just a game.
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Nikki listened to her entire story and it truly was heartbreaking. He was quiet while she spoke her story and afterwards too. He figured her parents were dead but was never really sure why. This girl had been through hell and back. Just as he had as a kid. Perhaps worse than he had. But one thing was for certain. He was going to make sure her life got better. She needed to quit what she was doing and get on the right track. And he was going to show her that life didn't completely suck as much as it seemed. Things did get better.
"It is nice to meet you Alex. We are going to be BEST friends." She spoke giggling slightly. After shaking Alex's hand Rosie smiled big at her. "You are really pretty Alex. How long are you going to be here for? I hope forever!" She spoke with a kind smile on her features as she twirled around in a circle. Her brown straight hair that was down her back following her as she moved. And at that Nikki came downstairs. "Come on princess it is time for bed.." He spoke to Rosie and she pouted. "Daddy can I stay down here a little itty bitty longer? Spongebobs on!" She spoke pointing to the screen. "Alright alright. Only untill Spongebob is over. Then you have to go to bed promise?" He asked and she nodded. "Pinky swear daddy." She spoke before laying down on the couch watching spongebob.
Nikki smiled before looking at Alex. "Come into the kitchen..I will get you fixed up and we can talk.. Maybe get you something to eat and drink." He spoke after he leaned down and placed a kiss on Rosie's forehead. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid box. "Sit on the counter." He spoke as he put some ice in a bag. "You hungry or thirsty or anything? Feel free to anything in here." He spoke before putting the ice in a towel and handing it to her for her black eye.
Getting out some neosporin he cleaned the cuts she had before putting bandaids over them. "You know Alex.. I do know what it feels like to have someones death be your fault.. No matter how you toss the dice you always see it the same way.. For a while I blamed myself for Gaby's death.. After all back then I was a bigger drug addict then she was.. We both knew better yet we still walked that fine line.. And yes I used to be a drug addict... I let it consume me and I lost someone I held dear the most.. The very thing I lived by killed my wife.." He spoke as he put the last bandaid on the last cut.
"But in all reality... Neither of us are to blame for Gaby's death nor your parents... It was destructive decisions of others that killed the people we loved... You weren't the driver who chose to drink that night.. And I wasn't Gaby injecting any drug I could find into my system... But you know after she died.. I remembered I still had a huge responsibility of a father and brother.. And I wasn't going to let them down... It took Gaby's death to open my eyes.." He spoke getting out a Dr. Pepper for himself and for her if she wanted one. "That is why I am an addiction councelor.. Someone has to stop you kids from doing what you do... Some of the decisions you kids make can cost you dearly.." He spoke seriously.
"Think about it this way Alex.. I know this is something I should stay out of but I want you to realize this Alex.. What would your parents say if they were still alive and saw what you were doing lately?.. The fights.. The drugs... All of it... What do you think they would say... Now I am not going to say that you are disappointing them because I promise it takes A LOT for a parent to be disappointed in their child... But you doing what you are now could put someone else in the same spot you were in... You could be high and do something stupid and end up killing some little girls parents.. And you know how that feels... You need to stop putting your life to hell so you can make your parents proud.. Live your dreams.. Create a great life for yourself.. Not push it farther to hell." He spoke looking at her hoping he got through to her even just a little bit.
"You are never alone Alex.. Your parents aren't gone.. They are still with you in your heart trying to fight the bad away as cliche as that sounds.. But you are basically feeding their memory to your inner demons.. But I am sure they are trying hard to keep their baby girl as safe as they can." He spoke before drinking the rest of the can of Dr. Pepper. "For as long as you need me I will be here for you.. You are my adopted daughter... And I am going to treat you as if you are my little Rosie... And for as long as you need me I will always be here for you.. You just got to ditch these habits and help me out here.. Cause I want to make sure that you are going to live the best life you can get." He spoke with a smile on his face.
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