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"What are you doing here, Jordyn?" asked Chelsea as she looked her little sister over. She looked at her hair noticing it probably hadn't been washed for weeks nor had it been brushed. Her shirt was torn and dirty, her pants were torn and dirty too. It was not the Jordyn Chelsea remembered.

"I need to talk to you," she said.

"I'll let you two talk," said Cody as he walked out of the living room giving the sisters time to talk.

"You want to talk to me?" asked Chelsea, "the all high and mighty Chelsea as you have always called me. You want to talk to me?"

"Yes," she said. "I don't even know where to go."

"To Mama's and Dad's house," said Chelsea. "Mama is worried about you."

"I'm sure she is. I can't go there," she said. "Can I please talk to you?"

"Yes, Jordyn, you can," she said. She wasn't going to turn her sister away. She couldn't do that it just wasn't in her. Even though Jordyn had said some horrible things to her she just couldn't turn her away. Jordyn clearly needed help. "Sit down," said Chelsea.

Jordyn took a seat next to Chelsea and said, "I left him."

"Left who?" asked Chelsea.

"My boyfriend," she said. "He might try to find me."

"Okay," said Chelsea. "What happened?"

"He wasn't what I thought," she said. "He got me hooked on drugs, Chelsea. I need help. I had to get away so I could get help."

"Jordyn, that's the first step," said Chelsea, "what kind of drugs?"

"I don't know," she said, "coke, marijuana, and heroine. The hard stuff; see?" she said rolling up her sleeves to expose her arms to Chelsea. "Track marks. This is where he forced me to shoot it up and then after that I was hooked."

"Are you on it now?"

"I had to, Chels, I want to stop. I have to stop," she said.

"So go to rehab," said Chelsea. "I don't know what else you want me to tell you."

"I can't go to rehab," she said. "I can't do this."

"You need rehab," said Chelsea, "and you need to call mama and dad to tell them you're okay. They can help you better than I can."

"If I wanted their help I would have gone to them," she said. "I don't want to see them. I don't want them to know I am here."

"They're going to find out," said Chelsea. "Why don't you want them to know you're safe?"

"Because I'm a disappointment, Chelsea. Look at me. I am a mess."

"You don't have to be a mess if you go to rehab," said Chelsea. "Cody and I can find you a rehab center to get the help you need."

"He will find me," she said. "He is a bad guy, Chels. A really bad guy."

"Then why were you with him?" asked Chelsea.

"Because I thought he was different but he wasn't. He put my life through hell, Chelsea. Mom and Dad are going to hate me forever. There are things I have done that I am not proud of."

"Okay," said Chelsea, "but they are your parents there is nothing that you could do that would make them hate you. They love you a lot. We all love you, Jordyn."

"No, Chelsea, you don't know. I'm bad; I'm a bad person. I've done horrible things. Drugs change a person," she said, "they make you do things you don't want to do."

"Jordyn, you're 15 you can still get help. You have your whole life ahead of you. You can still get help."

"I don't want to go to rehab, Chelsea. I want money to get out of Arizona. I want to go far away."

"I'm not giving you money," said Chelsea.

"I thought you were all Christian and holy, Chelsea. Would Jesus turn me away?"

"Jordyn, leave my religion out of this. I am going to help you get into rehab. I am not going to give you money."

"Chelsea, please," she begged. "You don't know what my life is like. I need to get away from him."

"You're right I don't know what your life is like but you don't know what my life is like either," said Chelsea, "so why don't you tell me what your life is like."

"You cannot even handle the horrors of my life, Chelsea. I have seen things that you have only seen in your nightmares."

"Really? Because I have been raped, beaten, left for dead and lost a baby," said Chelsea. "I know what hell is like. I've lived through hell."

Jordyn shook her head and said, "Chelsea, that's nothing. You don't' know what hell is. Hell is sleeping with numerous men to get your next fix. When you don't have the money and you need your next fix you do what you have to in order to get it. Hell is your boyfriend beating you every time he feels like it or he's so upset that he needs a human punching bag. Hell is your boyfriend making you sleep with people for payment. Do you know how many guys I have slept with? I don't know either because I can't count it. That's hell. You hate it so much that you have to be doped up and high so that you forget that your life is a big pile of shit. Hell is getting pregnant at 14 years old and having your boyfriend take your child from you to give to someone else because he doesn't want kids. Even though he has no idea if it is his baby or another person's baby. That's hell. Hell is watching people die because they can't make a payment and watching people get murdered. That's hell so don't ever think your life is harder than the pile of shit my life is. I know hell and I have lived it. I have lived in the depths of hell. Drugs made me forget, they helped me escape it… that is hell," she said before breaking down into sobs.

Chelsea was speechless. She didn't know what to say. The only thing she could do was embrace her little sister. Chelsea thought her life was horrible but Jordyn's was so much worse. When Jordyn finally stopped crying Chelsea said, "You had a baby?"

"Yes," she said. "A little boy about 4 months ago," she said.

"So where is he?" asked Chelsea.

"He took him. I told you. He didn't want to be a father and he didn't know if it was his kid so he took him and sold him."

"Selling babies is illegal, Jordyn."

"Well, he's not exactly a law abiding citizen. He is pretty much the scum of the earth."

"Then why were you with him?" asked Chelsea.

"Because I couldn't get out."

"So how did you get out?"

"One day he was out on business and I took my opportunity and left. I have been hiding from him. I haven't eaten in days, I haven't showered in days and I have had these clothes on since I left. I had to get out."

"Okay," said Chelsea. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that."

"Thanks," she said, "so you were raped and lost a baby?"

"Yes," said Chelsea. "I was raped a few months ago and lost my baby in the attack but now everything is so much better. Cody and I got married and we're pregnant with twins," she said.

"Cool," said Jordyn. "Congratulations. And what about Mom and Dad how are they?"

"Well, Dad is doing great after his heart attack and Mama is doing well. Ben and Alyssa had a baby boy in August."

"At least they are doing well," said Jordyn. "I do miss them but I can't go back there not now."

"They would love to see you though. They really love you."

"I know," said Jordyn. "Do you think I can get the help that I need?"

"Yes," said Chelsea. "You don't have drugs on you right now do you?"

"No," she said. "I tossed them before I got here. I shot up one last time. I'm done with that life, Chelsea."

"Good," said Chelsea. "I hope you mean that."

"I do," said Jordyn.

"Good. Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower. There are towels in the linen closet and I will get you something to wear. Then I'll make you something to eat. You can stay here for a couple days but then you need to go to rehab."

"Okay," said Jordyn. "I can handle that," she said as they got up.

Chelsea led her upstairs to the bathroom. She got her clean towels and a washcloth so she could take a shower. She showed her the room she would be staying in and laid an outfit on the bed for her. Chelsea went downstairs to the kitchen where Cody was eating a sandwich while reading the sports page of the newspaper. "So what did she want?" he asked.

"She needs help," said Chelsea. "She's going to rehab."

"That's good," said Cody.

"Do you mind if she stays here till she can get in a rehab center?"

"No, Chelsea, she has to go somewhere. She cannot stay here," he said.

"Why not?"

"Because, Chelsea we don't know if she's in any type of trouble. She's a drug addict. She cannot stay here."

"But she is my sister," said Chelsea. "She doesn't have drugs on her."

"It doesn't matter, Chelsea. The life she was living is a life I don't want mixed up with us. She was obviously in some type of trouble to run away and the fact this guy is looking for her it's not worth the risk. I will not allow you to put yourself, the babies, Lily or myself in danger. Do you know what happens to people that get mixed up in this drug type of life? Someone ends up hurt or dead. I don't want it in my house. She has to go."

"But she is my sister, Cody. She's been through hell. She doesn't have anywhere else to go. It will only be for a couple days, Please, Baby. She's your sister too," begged Chelsea.

"Chelsea, it's not a good idea. What if this guy comes after her and one of us gets hurt. No. It's not going to happen. We can put her up in a hotel but she is not staying here."

"Cody, please," said Chelsea. "She needs her family. It will only be a couple days."

Cody let out a sigh and said, "Fine, she can stay here but one funny thing she's out of the house got it?"

"Okay," said Chelsea. "Thank-you."

"You're welcome but lock up the credit cards and the money," said Cody. "I don't trust her."

"Okay," said Chelsea. "Thank-you, Baby."

"You're welcome," said Cody. He wasn't sure he was happy with the idea of Jordyn staying there but Jordyn was Chelsea's sister and she needed help. He was just hoping he made the right decision by allowing her to stay there.

*A/N: So what did you think? Please review and thank-you for reading.