I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.
A/N: I HAD A GO WITH THIS STORY BEFORE BUT I DELETED IT BECAUSE I WASN'T LIKING WHERE IT WAS GOING AND OTHER THINGS SO I LOOKED BACK OVER IT AND HOPEFULLY CHANGED IT ENOUGH TO MY LIKING. I HATE WHEN YOUR STORY DOESN'T LIVE UP TO THE STANDARDS OR HOPES YOU HAD FOR IT. BUT THEN AGAIN THERE ARE STORIES (NOT GOING TO SAY WHICH ONES) THAT I'VE WROTE THAT I DIDN'T THINK WERE ALL SO GOOD AND PEOPLE 'LIKED' THEM. TO EACH THEIR OWN.
I sat in the library where detention was being held, like always, and here I sat in front of the computer screen in which I was supposed to be doing research for homework that I probably won't end up doing so instead I was on Twitter. Twitter had more supportive people and ones that I considered family opposed to my actual mom that I had lived with and disliked my living situation, those on Twitter understood and made it worth wild. Not only Twitter, but wrestling as well and every day when I spend my hours in detention I spend it on Twitter and YouTube watching countless videos of wrestling that I don't get to watch due to not being home.
"Lindsey, what did I say about being on social media sites?" Mrs. Colby, the librarian, asked.
"We aren't allowed to be on them….if we aren't allowed on the sites, why aren't they blocked?" I asked as I looked to her as I just scrolled down the site without even having to log out because the moment she left I would just get back onto the site awaiting a response from my best friend on the site, Angelina.
"We'll block them soon, shouldn't you be doing your homework?"
"When have I ever done my homework? There isn't a point in doing so…with that, my detention is done." I said as I glanced to the clock on the computer as I logged out knowing that the tweets would go to my phone knowing that I didn't have internet access at the house due to it costing too much as I stood up as the computer was logging off and shut down as I pulled my bag onto my shoulder as I headed out of the library hoping that my mom was here but knew that there was a 99% chance that she won't be here leaving me to search for a ride home or would leave me to walk the four hours home opposed to an half hour drive. I walked out not seeing my moms car anywhere around as I began heading to the local store as I was texting every one of my friends that I knew lived in the same housing track getting responses back saying that they were already home, except one that was at work and didn't get off until 9 PM. I headed to their place of employment thanking them for the ride home as I paid for a drink and a snack with change I had dug out of the bottom of my backpack hoping that I could possibly snag a few more bills or change from my mom's wallet when she is passed out drunk or in the morning while she is rushing to get to work due to being woke up late due to being passed out from being drunk. I spent hours sitting in the restaurant tweeting Angelina about wrestling, how fed up I was with my mom and how I couldn't wait until I graduated, but the only problem was that I was flunking most of my classes because I never understood what the point was nor did I see the good thing about attending school besides the time away from my mom and the life that I was living. At 9 PM, my friend got off work and drove me home fortunately, I thanked her for the ride before hooking up a ride for the morning and I headed up the grass of our front yard letting myself into the house already seeing my mom laying across the couch with a beer locked in her grip as I let out a sigh, the common sight I see whenever I get home. I headed quietly through the house to my room that I locked before I leave this house knowing that I didn't want my mom find her way into here and knew she would wreck my shit and go through everything I had owned, didn't want to deal with more of a mess than we already have. I set my backpack down before I turned my music on silently before I grabbed the mailbox keys before I opened my window climbing out of it and headed down the road to check our mail to see if we got any more debt or foreclosure warnings about bills that we hadn't paid.
'Yet another night finding my mom passed out drunk, where is the count at now?' I tweeted before I stood in front of the mailbox unlocking it before I pulled out the contents seeing a package from my dad that he would randomly send me, most of the time they were care packages or letters, I have no idea why the judge gave my mom custody over my dad but he did. I smiled just seeing that as I hurriedly went back to the house climbing through the window and shut it behind me as I flipped through the envelopes opening the ones that seemed important as I called my mom's bank checking to see how much money we had before I began to pay how much we could and still had enough for me to go grocery shopping just a little bit tomorrow for me to eat at least. The last thing I had gotten to was the package I had received from my dad, I excitedly ripped the package open to see a Gold Dust t-shirt smiling as I grabbed the note from inside the package.
'I hope that this fits and I know how much that you adore him, I know you have read his book but his book is still being shipped here for you as well. Enjoy!'
My dad wrote as I smiled as I held the newly owned shirt up to my body and instantly had to tweet about getting the shirt putting Gold Dust's name to the tweet thinking nothing of it and knew tomorrow I was going to break this shirt in. I looked through the contents of my backpack trying to decide if I wanted to attempt at my homework, it wasn't that I didn't understand it nor was I stupid but it was just I never was able to find time to do it nor do I ever have the energy to do so. I gave up before I even pulled anything out and only had little bit done in each class from working on it at the restaurant as I waited for my friend. I laid on my bed in the pajamas that I had switched into setting my own alarm and didn't even want to go clean my mom up tonight, one night not being cleaned up wouldn't hurt her. I woke up to the alarm I had set on my phone knowing that I had to be ready within an hours time, I grabbed my new shirt along with the other clothes I would need to go shower and I did so before I prepped my backpack for school that morning and knew that I could catch breakfast at school for a reduced cost or even free, depending on the mood of the cashier. I had debated on wanting to go check on my mom but I heard her moaning and stumbling around already as I went to go shower so I knew she must have been up and hung over so I resorted to climbing out of the window before I turned around pushing my window shut to just a crack in case I had to climb through the window later tonight. I sat on the curb outside waiting for my friend as I was tweeting Angelina about how I wanted a different life or live somewhere else because I couldn't deal with this bull shit with my mom. Here I am, a sixteen year old girl that doesn't have her drivers license because her mom won't sign the paperwork and the office and all the employees at the school have caught on and could notice when I forge my mom's signature so they won't buy this whole form thing. I quickly jumped in my friends truck when she pulled up letting her drive the distance to the school we both attended and I climbed out heading in, this was the first time this week I was actually on time and it was Friday so that said something. I went to my first period where I sat in the back of the class room pulling out the sketch book where I was drawing the wrestling superstars or a comic book, I was flipping between the two.
"Lindsey! Earth to Lindsey!" My teacher said.
"What?!" I said looking up at my teacher as she stood at the side of my desk looking down at me.
"Are you going to join us in this conversation or you going to continue disrupting and ignoring the class?" My teacher asked.
"I'm not disrupting the class, ignoring it yes." I said.
"You are disrupting it since you aren't paying attention and causing us to have this conversation." My teacher said.
"You chose to have this conversation, so you are disrupting this class more than anything so you should be punished for that." I said as I put my pencil down to grab an eraser to erase my mistake.
"Pack up, you are going to the office."
"What for?" I asked.
"Back talking and interrupting class with your nonsense."
"No fair!" I said.
"It is too fair, I'll send down your referral, just go."
"No wonder I don't come to this class, you are stupid." I said as I began packing my things, if it was to get me out of class then it was better than I had thought.
"Name calling, anything you'll like to add."
"If you are putting name calling down, make sure you put it right as illegal language too because I can call you an asshole too" I said as I slid out of my seat grabbing my bag putting it on my shoulder before I grabbed the books on my desk. "We aren't fucking elementary kids." I mumbled before I stormed out of the classroom. I just walked out the door pulling out my phone seeing a few tweets that I had that has came to my phone seeing Angelina saying:
'Get. On. Twitter. Now.' I was like what the heck is she talking about.
'Why do I need to be on Twitter?' I asked curiously as I was trying to hide from the guards that would ask for my hall pass and would make sure I had attended to the office and when I got a direct message from Angelina
'Gold Dust is following you!' She said as my mouth dropped in disbelieve and unsure if I should believe her but why would she lie about this? I went to the library to use the computer and lied about why I was in there and knew I had to come back later today to serve another detention, detention is where I belonged more times than not. I popped up Twitter going to my followers list seeing his name light up as my most recent follower and I just couldn't believe that it had happened, I mean it was nothing and odds were that he won't even write me but it was a direct link to one of my favorite wrestlers.
'Should I write him?' I asked Angelina unsure what to do now that he was following me, I had no idea how he found me nor why he had followed me and I didn't want him to un-follow me either.
'No, let him write you.' Angelina said as I nodded as I was trying to play it cool as I was chatting with Angelina until the bell rang saying good bye to her until I was able to check my phone again, I went to my next class in which I drew a picture of Gold Dust since I couldn't wrap my mind around it quite yet that he was following me. It got to lunch in which, I went to the cafeteria after knowing that the cashier was in a friendly mood and thank God for that since I was unable to snag money from my mom's wallet to purchase anything, she let me slip on paying to 'repay' her back when I got the money which probably won't happen for a while so I headed to my normal spot tweeting back to Angelina since I never had any real friends at this school. After school, I decided not to attend detention but to get a jump start on the long walk home since my mom reluctantly had work or was already home passed out from drinking alcohol, I am surprised she can go hours at work without some kind of form of alcohol in her system but I was just glad that she wasn't abusive, well she is but I haven't let it happen in months now so it was good for both of us.
'Just got home after walking four hours and so many miles to get to it, my mom is passed out on couch already due to alcohol. Guess who gets to clean it up?' I tweeted before I tossed my phone onto my bed as I put my bag down before I switched into my pajamas before I headed out to the living room to clean up what has been caused over the past week since I hadn't been in the right mind to want to deal with this mess. I got to my mom reaching for the bottle in her hand when her other hand reached out snapping to grasp a tight grip on my wrist looking down at her as she now had her eyes open.
"What the hell are you doing you ugly fuck?" My mom asked.
"I'm cleaning this mess up you drunk ass." I said as I tried to snatch the wrist from her grip but it was harder than I had thought and she went to take a swing at my head with the bottle in her other hand but I ducked it and I, by reflex, I took a swing back at her nailing her in the eye getting her to cry. "Mom, I'm so sorry…" I said kneeling down in front of her to look at her eye, "Let me go get you an ice pack." I said as I went to stand up but as I turned around she grabbed my leg causing me to trip bashing the edge of my forehead against the side of the coffee table.
"How do you like that? You can't beat up your mom without expecting some kind of consequence you little whore." My mom said as she stood up stumbling a little bit over kicking at my ribs a few times, I felt pain there knowing that my ribs have been broken yet again and hoped that it'll heal by itself like last time. My mom fell herself when I realized she had finally blacked out from taking that last drink of the alcohol only seeing the glass bottle she had in hand had shattered and spilling alcohol onto the carpet, which added to the plenty of stains from alcohol we had already in this carpet. I slowly got to my feet seeing a slight blood stain on the carpet reaching to my forehead feeling the gash I had gotten as I kept poking at it as I headed to the bathroom staring in the mirror hoping it wasn't big enough for me to go in and I medicated myself with the first aide kit I had kept fully stocked at all times in the bathroom before I headed back into my bedroom where I grabbed my phone.
'You okay?' 'Where are you?' 'Girl! You're scaring me!' Angelina had wrote me in different tweets as I felt at my gash debating on if I should tell her because she has threatened to report my mom if I had gotten hurt anymore than I have but I didn't want to lie either.
'I'm fine…just a little scraped up…nothing a few bandages and Tylenol couldn't cure.' I answered before I had sent out a general tweet, 'A fresh blood and fresh alcohol stain in the carpet along with a new gash on my forehead and a few broken ribs from my drunk mom to end the night.' I tweeted as I plugged my phone in as I pulled out my drawings that I had been working on in school before I snuggled into bed, I wanted to sleep but yet I wanted to finish this drawing.
'I'm calling the child services tomorrow.' Angelina said as I began to fight with her about this but was afraid of what was to happen if that ever occurred. I said good night to Angelina before I set the alarm and found myself falling asleep quicker than I had expected. I had woke up in the morning knowing I need to get out of the house for the day since it was Saturday and my mom won't have work which would mean she will spend the whole day drunk yet again. I opened my phone to read tweets that had came in through the night until I had arrived to a select few that I was not expecting and those were direct messages from Gold Dust.
'Hello, I just started following you due to you having my shirt and some reason something attracted me to you. I hadn't read any of your tweets until now realizing that the reason I needed to follow you is to help you through this hard time. As a recovering addict of drugs and alcohol, I don't know what its like to be on the receiving end of the alcoholism but you shouldn't have to live through this at your age. I want to help and know you can talk to me about anything. –DR'
He wrote as I kind of fangirled but unsure if he truly meant it nor did I want to impose on him with my problems but knew about his recovery of the alcoholism and drugs, if anyone would understand it'll be him. I ran a hand through my hair as I couldn't believe these tweets as I quickly got changed before I grabbed my bag and ventured onto a walk towards the city's library to use the computers there and spend my day there to use the computers or reading or just working on my drawings I have started. The first thing I did when I had arrived was claim a computer writing Gold Dust back feeling the need to tell him practically my whole life story, actually he wrote back almost instantly asking me other things going on in my life and actual took an interest in my life other than Angelina, I adored her and she was my best friend but it was nice that someone that was slightly older took an interest since my dad nor mom actually cared nor took the interest to make sure I did good in school or such.