rebelliousbaker

[rebelliousbaker]

Day 1:

I was supposed to go to out patient. I was supposed to go home with my family. Apparently Daddy Dearest didn’t think I was a good influence to be around his safe little Rebecca. They have me in a solitary room until I get comfortable with the rules. They’re all stupid. If I want drugs I’m going to find a way.

God.. Is it April yet?

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Text: Blondie

Jenna: Your mom probably already thinks that i'm some whore, I dont need her yelling at me.

Jenna: He said he misses me and wants me to forgive him. I don't know if I can do it...he left and never looked back.

Luke: My mother doesn't use that kind of language. You'd be a tart.

Luke: Don't.

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Text: Blondie

Jenna: And get yelled at by your mother? No thanks.

Jenna: Got to me?

Luke: Hide it in your pocket.

Luke: What did he say to you? Did he preach some bs about how he's around for good and he's "changed"?

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Text: Right Hand

Luke: We've got a /huge/ problem and it starts with a V.

Dallas: Ah..shit. What's the problem?

Luke: I'm in 24/7 lock down and Vince decides to come back. You don't see the problem? While I'm gone he's selling to all my customers. I need you to work a couple more days than usual to pick up the slack.

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Text: Blondie

Jenna: Not rude.

Jenna: Okay. Just let me know.

Jenna: So uh...I heard you talked to Vince...

Luke: Very rude. Bring me some budd.

Luke: I'm guessing he got to you.

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if all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well? what about the Muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers? what about me and all my friends? are we all sinners if we sin? does it even matter in the end if we’re unhappy?

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Text: Blondie

Jenna: Nope. Not even a blunt.

Jenna: I don't know. Maybe? If you wanted company.

Luke: Rude.

Luke: I don't know. Maybe.

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Text: Blondie

Jenna: Me bring you drugs? That's hilarious. That's one thing I would never in a billion years do.

Jenna: Well...some rehab places you can't have anyone come visit you.

Luke: Even if a blunt would make me feel better?

Luke: Were you trying to see me?

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Text: Right Hand

Luke: We've got a /huge/ problem and it starts with a V.

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Text: Blondie

Jenna: I'm a bad influence? Interesting.

Jenna: You get visits? That's good. I'm glad.

Luke: Not you specifically. Just anyone she thinks would bring me drugs.

Luke: Good? How is that good?

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Text: Blondie

Jenna: Yeah, I know. So...is she standing guard there? Like...if I stopped by would she yell at me?

Jenna: Okay. That's not too bad.

Luke: Kinda. She's making sure no "bad influences" come to see me.

Luke: Yeah, I get visit and rec time so I'll be fine I guess.

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Text: OPEN

Jenna: Good point.

Jenna: How long are you going to be at rehab for?

Luke: Better her than my dad honestly.

Luke: A week, two tops.

[rebelliousbaker]

Why don’t you just get a fake ID?

Why can’t I be 18 so I can get a tattoo already??

[rebelliousbaker]

Text: Bell

Luke: Some pest never die either.

Vince: That's right. We out live the good.

Luke: Or the Devil just hasn't found the perfect punishment for you yet.

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Text: OPEN

Jenna: I guess it's okay.

Jenna: What? She's actually sitting there day and night? Does she not have a life?

Jenna: How...long are you going to be gone for?

Luke: She's a housewife, Jen. She only leaves at night when I'm supposed to be sleep.

Luke: I leave tomorrow night for mandated rehab.

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Text: OPEN

Luke: I'm going to die if I have to hear my roommate complain one more time I'm going to rip his head off.

Jenna: It's too soon for death jokes.

Jenna: Um...why don't you throw a pillow at him. Or...listen to loud music. Or loud movies. Or...I don't know.

Luke: Sorry?

Luke: I'm running out of pillows to throw. Plus my mother is sitting outside to chastised me for any unchristian like behavior.

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Text: Bell

Luke: Still with the Preacher Boy shit? Stopped being clever two years ago.

Vince: Some names never die.

Luke: Some pest never die either.