mentalxcore@hotmail.com — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 23:36:51 GMT

Title: Being and Rasing a Teenager Isn’t Easy

Author: Devyn mizunerstood15 /users/mizunderstood15/

Rating: PG-13 to NC-17

Summery: David has a great life, he's in a successful band, has a loving & supporting family (which consists of his mom, dad, brother Ethan who's eighteen, & his sister Blair whos fifteen) & is madly in love. One day he gets a call changing his whole life, and he ends up getting custody of Blair. After all she’s been threw she kinda starts changing. She doesn't talk much, constantly cries & is getting caught up in a world of drugs, alcohol, sex & self-destruction to help ease her pain. David & Seb are trying to raise her now, along with keeping the band going. All of the guys (including Patrick) live in a house together, & help with Blair but it seems no matter what, they can't seem to help her and they don't realize how bad her depression has actually gotten.

Special thanks to: Aimee (the once role_model99) for helping me write this story.

Blair’s POV **A Month Later**

"Hey Blair, Chris and I are going out to this show tonight, you wanna come with?" Matt asks, as we exit school. It’s a Friday night, and my first week of class sense everything happened. Chris is a guy I was introduced to at Tony‘s party a few months ago. Matt’s new boyfriend. He’s a cool guy.

"Sure, who’s playing?" I ask.

"The Transplants, they’re fucking awesome!" Matt says.

"Sure, I’ll go, sounds fun. What time is it at and where?" I ask.

"It’s at the Quest Club, it starts at seven. We can give you a ride if you want." Matt says.

"Cool, sounds good, but can you give me a ride home now? Jeremiah had to stay after." I say.

"Sure, no problem." Matt says and led me to his car.

I ended up getting a ride from Matt back to my house. When I walked into the house, and into the kitchen, David and the guys were sitting around the table.

"Hey David, the Transplants are playing tonight and umm, Matt and Chris are going and were wondering if I’d go too."

"Sure, sounds fun! Go and have a good time!" David says and smiles.

"You going to Tim’s show?" Benji asks. I nod. "Here, backstage passes for you guys, we’re not gonna go, so, you and your friends go and have a good time."

"Thanks Benji!" I say, and hug him. Wow, a chance to meet the hottest man in the world! Who could ask for anything better?! I couldn’t! I go upstairs and call Matt. I dial the number on the paper that he gave me a long time ago. I don’t call him often enough to have it mesmerized or in my phone’s phone book.

"Hello?" his voice flooded through the phone.

"Hey Matt, its me, I can go!" I say.

"Awesome! I can’t wait for tonight!"

"Me either, and guess what?!"

"Huh?"

"I also got backstage passes."

"What?! Who the hell did you get those in like...a half hour?" he questions.

"I have connections."

"Yeah. I can tell."

"Alright, I’ll see you at five." I say.

"Cool. Later."

"See ya" I say, and push the ‘end’ button on my phone. I put it back on it’s base, and undress and get into the shower. When I get out I need to decide what to wear. A denim skirt that looks ripped up a little, a black satin halter top, fishnets and my Chuck Taylor’s looked best out of everything I tried on. Just then, I remembered all about Jeremiah. I should call him to let him know what’s going on. I pick up my phone off the base again and dial the familiar number.

"Hello?" his voice comes over the phone.

"Hey! What’s up?" I ask.

"Nothing. I heard you’re going to the Transplant’s show tonight." he says.

"Yeah...I hope you don’t mind." I says.

"No. Not at all. I wouldn’t be able to go anyway. I have family over." he said.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Well you have a great time, okay? I want details when you get into school tomorrow." he said. I laughed.

"Okay baby." I said.

"Alright love you." he said.

"Love you too." I was just about to hang up when he said,

"-oh! One more thing babe."

"Huh?" I asked, putting the phone to my ear again.

"...just...be careful okay? Watch your self. No drugs. No drinking." he said.

"Alright." I said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I trust you baby. Okay. Love you. Bye." he said.

"Love you too, bye." and this time I hung up the phone, and put it on it’s base, and I headed downstairs. I stopped in the living room, to say bye to all the guys.

"Hey guys, I’m out! See ya later!"

"Be home by curfew! No drinking or drugs!" David says, as I walk outside.

"Okay!" I yell over my shoulder, and then close the door behind me just as Matt’s car pulls into the drive way. I walk over to Matt’s car where him and Chris are waiting.

"Damn, if I weren’t gay I’d do you!" Matt says.

"Thanks Matt, now, you boys ready to party with Tim Armstrong?" I ask.

"Hells yeah! How’d you get the backstage passes?" Matt asks.

"Have you ever heard of Simple Plan?" I ask. He nods. "My brother’s the basest for the band. The rest of the band lives with us too. And Good Charlotte...ever hear of them?" I asked. They both nodded. "They’ve been living with us for a while. They were gonna go tonight, but decided not to, so gave us the passes instead." I said, as I got into the back seat of the car.

"Holy hell woman! You’re a lucky bitch!" Chris says. We drive to the concert, the music on in the car, full blast, and at the concert, it’s even louder. And Tim was looking fucking hot as hell.

Later on, after the concert. We go backstage and I end up losing Matt and Chris in the jumble. But I ended up running into Tim, literally.

"Oh god! I’m sorry!" I say and look up at him.

"You could run into me anytime." Tim says. "What’s your name?"

"I’m Blair." I say and put my hand out for him to shake.

"Tim, but you already knew that." He says. I nearly die. "You wanna go back to my bus and chill?"

"By chill, do you mean smoke?" I ask, I know I’m not supposed too. Everyone’s told me not too, but...I need it. I just...I can’t deal with it anymore. For the past month, I’ve been back to my old ways. The pain is just way to much for me to handle. But nobody besides Chris and Matt knows about me drinking again, and doing drugs again. I’ve been keeping it under wraps.

"If that’s what you wanna do, we can do whatever you want." He says and winks. I nod, and he puts his arm around me. Tim Armstrong is touching me! We walk out to his bus, and go in the back room, and sit down. "You wanna beer or something?"

"I’ll take a Miller."

He hands me a Miller. "I’m gonna go get my stuff, be right back." He walks out of the room, and I get comfortable on the couch. He comes back in and throws a bunch of bags on the table in front of us. "Take whatever you want." He says and sits down next to me.

"Naw, I’m good with beer and weed, thanks." I say. No way am I losing Jeremiah, or about to get to fucked up and make a fool of myself in front of Tim Armstrong. He nods and lights a joint, and hands it to me. I take a hit and instantly I feel at ease. God, how could I have given this up? Then, I blurt out; "Was Brody any good in bed?" Oops!

He snorts and spits out the beer he was drinking. "Excuse me? Did you just ask what I think you did?" He asks. I nod, blushing. He laughs again. "You’re cute when you blush, and yes, she was." He says.

I nod. "Are you?" I ask. Man, this weed must have something else in it.

He just smirks. "You wanna find out?" He asks. Hell yeah! But I can’t do that to Jeremiah, I don’t wanna be a fling to him.

"Umm, that’d be a dream come true, but, no, I have a boyfriend." I say. He looks disappointed so, I lean in and kiss him. Like, really kiss him, French kiss him. We start making out when I hear a familiar voice.

"Blair!" Benji yells. Tim and I break apart and look over at Benji, who’s standing next to Travis. I couldn’t help but laugh, as I sat up and straighten my cloths a bit.

"Oh, hey Benji." I say, and act innocent. Benji gives me a knowing and disapproving look.
"Blair, go home, we’ll talk later." Benji says.

"Benj, can I just talk with her for a few minutes?" Tim asks.

"Fine, five minutes, no more kissing or anything like that." Benji says, and leaves with Travis, shutting the door.

"Look, sorry about that, but, if you ever want some good weed, or anything else, call this guy and tell him what you want and to charge it to me, alright? Give me a call sometime, and we can hang out again." He says, as he takes a business card out of his pocket. He writes something on it, and then hands it to me. It has his cell number on it, and then some guys name and his number on. I take it as the drugs dealer’s.

"If you wanna take any of this shit, go for it." I nod and grab some coke and ecstasy, shoving it in my bra. Before I walk out, I lean down, and kiss Tim hard, on the lips. Then I leave and walk past Benji and Travis. But Benji grabs my arm, and swings me back.

"Blair, hand it over." Benji says, as Travis talks on his cell to what I suppose is his wife.

"Hand what over? I just have Tim’s number, big deal." I say. "And I thought you weren’t coming." I said.

"I knew you’d be up to something. I’m not stupid Blair. I was addicted to drugs once too. My father left me when I was a teenager. I know what you’re going through, and I know what you’re up too. So just give me the drugs, you’re not taking them!" He says.

"Try and stop me." I say through gritted teeth.

"I’ll tell David." Benji says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"No, please, don't do that. I just need a little bit, just a little. I just need to stop feeling so empty inside. I'll just take a hit and throw it out, I promise." I plead.

"Fine, but you better be telling the truth." Benji says.

"I am, trust me." I say. He nods.

"Look. I’m gonna talk to Tim for a minute. Travis is here so, don’t try anything funny. When I come out, we’re going home." he says and walks onto the bus. I sit on the ground, and Travis closes his cell phone, sitting next to me.

"So...addicted to drugs?" he asked. I looked at him and shrugged.

"I guess." I said.

"I heard about everything. Your brother told me a while ago." he said. I nodded.

"That’s nice." I say, sarcastically.

"I guess...look, drugs won’t get you any where. So I suggest you kill the habit." he said. I looked at him for a moment. Travis was really serious about it.

"Yeah. Thanks for the warning." I said. He shook his head.

"No, look. Your brother was telling me a while back that he nearly put you into rehab one night. If you don’t wanna end up there, I suggest you kill the habit while you still have time." he said. I looked at him for a moment again. I couldn’t believe Travis was really serious about it.

"Oh." I said quietly.

"Yeah. I’d watch it if I were you." he said. I nodded, just then Benji came out of the bus.

"Alright. Let’s go Blair. See ya Travis." He said. I nodded, and got up, along with Travis. When we were walking away, I looked back to see Travis getting on the bus.

"Travis!" I called. He looked back over at me. I smiled.

"Thanks." I said. He nodded and smiled, and then continued into the bus.

The car ride back home was quite. I called Matt and told him Benji ended up showing up and taking me home, and not to worry about me. That’s all that really happened in the car ride home. I knew Benji was upset with me, but what could I say to make it better? Nothing really.

Once I get home, I go straight to my room and take a hit. Then, I pull out my cell phone, and call the number Tim gave me for that drug dealer. I ask for the guy and tell him what I want, and when and where we should meet. It was a piece of cake. After that, I called Jeremiah and told him everything that happened, minus the making out and getting stoned, and then the whole Benji and Travis thing, but yeah. After I got off the phone with him, I took a shower, and went to bed.

(Benji’s POV)

"So how was it?" Joel asked. Joel and I were sharing a room while we stayed here, Paul and Billy were just hanging out in it for lack of better things to do. Paul was playing some card game on my lap top, and Billy was drawing, while Joel and I just laid in our beds and talked.

"Well, The whole reason I went was to keep an eye on Blair." I said.

"Why? She’s been clean for over a month." Billy said, speaking up for the first time in a half hour.

"That’s what she wants you to think." I said.

"What’d you mean?" Paul asked.

"What I mean is that I saw her going with Tim into the tour bus. His arm was around her shoulder, and the way he was looking at her...I knew something was up. Travis was hanging out with me for a while, and it turns out that David talks to him a lot, and told him a lot about Blair. So he agreed to go get her with me." I said, taking a sip of soda.

"...and?" Joel asked.

"And so we went over there, and I walked in with her like...all over Tim and they were making out, and there were bags of drugs on the table. I know she did weed. That’s all I know because her eyes were blood shot and the bus and she smelled like it. She also had a Miller in her hand. So I know she was drinking too." I finished.

"Did you talk to Blair? Ask her what was going on?" Billy asked.

"Well, yeah. I told her that she needed to leave. But Tim wanted to talk to her quick, and I knew exactly what they were up too, so I said fine. I know he was giving her his number, and some drugs. So Travis and I waited out side, and when she came out, Travis called his wife, so he wouldn’t be paying attention to us arguing but he stayed there incase she got out of hand." I said.

"But what did you ask her?" Paul asked.

"I just told her that I knew she had drugs. And to hand them over."

"Did she?" Billy asked.

"No." I said.

"Well...how’d you get them then?" Joel asked.

"I didn’t."

"What?! You’re just gonna let her get away with that?" Billy asked, looking up from his drawing. Joel sat up in his bed, and Paul looked up for the first time from the lap top. All of them held stunned faces.

"Yeah. She said she was only going to take one hit, and throw it away. I figured I could check her garbage, because I knew she did it tonight. I could smell it when I walked into her room when I went to tell her good night, and not to pull the shit she pulled tonight again."

"And if it’s not in the garbage?" Paul asked.

"Then I tell her that she hands it over now, or I tell David. I threatened that to her tonight and she flipped."

"But are you actually gonna tell him?" Joel asked.

"Yeah I will." I said.

"Well, what did Travis do when you went to talk to Tim? And what did you say to Tim exactly?" Billy asked.

"Well, Travis told me, before I burst in on Tim and Blair, that he was gonna tell her to basically stop doing drugs. And that he and David talk a lot and told him how he was almost going to send her to rehab. And that she should just give it up now before it hurts her more latter. And when I talked to Tim...I just told him that Blair’s going through a hard time, and to keep an eye on her if they get together. And that’s it really. After that we just talk about our upcoming tour with them in a few months and stuff." I said.

"Wow. All I can say is that you better tell David if this escalates any further." Billy said.

"Yeah." Joel said.

"All I can say is...holy hell. Doesn’t that girl learn?" Paul asked. We all just shrugged. I think we were all wondering the same thing.

**Next Day** (Blair’s POV)

"You Blair?" Some guy asks.

"Yeah, I am." I say, walking up to the spot we agreed to meet at, which was around the corner of the school, and behind a bunch of trees.

"Okay, here’s the heroin you wanted." He says, and hands me a baggie.

"Thanks man, do you have the cocaine I wanted to?" I ask, putting the baggy in my hoodie pocket. He nods and hands me a baggie of it, which I also put in my hoodie pocket. "Thanks, now go before people see you and get suspicious." He nods and leaves. I take out a baggy of heroine, and pull up my hoodie sleeve. I shoot some heroin into my system and then I go into school. I feel fine, great, and oh so alive! I run over to Jeremiah, and hug him. "Morning Miah." I say.

"Good morning Blair, you’re in a good mood." He says and kisses me.

"Well, you would be too if you met Tim Armstrong last night." I say.

"You met Tim!? How!?" He asks.

"I got backstage passes to their show, and I hung out with him." I say. Yeah, we smoked and drank and made out and stuff...

"Cool, well, I gotta get to class, see you afterwards, okay?" He asks. I nod, and he kisses my forehead and he walks to his class. Tony then walks up to me.

"Blair, are you okay?" He asks, looking into my eyes. I look away.

"Yeah, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?!" I ask in a high pitched voice, and leave. Please let Jeremiah keep hating Tony and not listen to him. I know Tony knows I’m high. I go the rest of the day with out anyone suspecting a thing! Which is awesome! I love being fucked up! It fucking rocks!

Later on, when school ends, Jeremiah gives me a ride home from school, and when we get into the drive way of my house, we make out for a bit before I go inside and he leaves I walk in the door, the high had wore off by now, thankfully.

"Hey Blair, ready to feed Aidan?" David asks, as I walk past the living room. I stop when he asks me, and I sit down on the couch.

"Yeah, sure, if he’s hungry." I say. He is so I feed him, then go upstairs to my room. I’m only up there for about five minutes when there’s a knock on the door. "Come in." I sigh, giving up on watching TV because there’s nothing on.

"Hey Blair, can we talk?" Benji asks. I nod, he comes in, shutting and locking the door behind him and sits down on my bed. "It’s about Tim." He says, and I roll my eyes. "Did anything else happen between you two besides the kiss?"

"No! He asked me if I wanted to have sex but I said no, so I kissed him. Big deal! It was a kiss!" I say, and throw my hands in the air, tired of the subject.

"He’s trouble! He’s all sex and drugs!" Benji says.

"So? So was Tony! Big deal!" I say, aggravated.

"Tim is attracted to you, he might try and drug you! I know the guy! I wouldn’t put it past him to drug you and then do something to you!" Benji says.

"Yeah right! Tim Armstrong, drug someone and rape them!? You’re kidding me! Are you on crack!?" I ask, getting even more pissed that Benji still wants to have this conversation with me. I thought it ended last night.

"I know him better than you do, he’s done it before, only he didn’t rape the girl, he just drugged her so that she’d do whatever he wanted!" Benji says, pleading with me to believe him.

"Oh yeah? How the hell would you know? It's not like he did it to your girlfriend!" I just about yell. His face drops and he looks at the ground. "Oh-oh god, he did, didn’t he?" I ask, it just dawning on me that he’s bi, and it couldn’t be a boyfriend of his because Tim’s straight.

Benji nods. "Yeah, he did. I dumped her earlier that night. She went for Tim as a rebound, but he just drugged her and rapped her. When I realized she was drugged, I felt bad about dumping her, and I wanted to help her out of the hole that Tim dug her into, but by then she hated me. I don’t want what he did to her to happen to you, my ex girlfriend lives in a bubble, her own world, she won’t go out and party anymore, she won’t drink anymore, she never goes out after dark unless she absolutely has to." Benji says.

"Oh god, Benj, I’m so sorry." I say. I should give him a break, he’s just looking out for me. I get up and hug him. "I’m sorry Benji, I didn’t know. You’re only looking out for me, I understand. I won’t let myself get hurt, alright? I’m a big girl. Besides, I’ve already been...you know...raped..."

"I know, but, no matter how many times it happens to you, it’s going to leave a scar. You’re like a sister to me, and to Joel, and Josh. To Billy and Paul too. We just want what’s best for you, like David and Seb do, and the rest of the guys." He says. I nod.

"I know but, I feel like you guys think I’m five years old and that you have to hold my hand when I cross the street. I’m not five years old, I’m fifteen, almost sixteen. And, I feel trapped, my parents were pretty protective of me, they were afraid I’d do the kinds of things David did at my age." I say, and sigh.

"They didn’t want you to get hurt. But you did all the stuff anyway, huh?" Benji asks. I nod.

"And I know you smoked that blunt last night, and you didn’t through it out. I checked your garbage and it wasn’t there. I want it now, so hand it over." he said. I rolled my eyes, and pulled it out of my bed side table drawer and gave it to him. "No more drugs alright?"

"Alright, no more drugs." I say, and hug him again. He hugs me back, smiles and leaves. Once he’s gone, I lay back on my bed and sigh to myself. It doesn’t matter that I gave him the blunt. I have stronger stuff in-between my mattress. I can’t keep that promise anyway, and I know it. I feel better with drugs. And now, I don’t have to do anything I’ll be ashamed of to get them, other than flirt with Tim a little, but what harm can that be?

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