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It's been 2 weeks since you left rehab and didn't have anywhere else to go. You've been debating whether or not to call someone, but the only people you know you had personally hurt them with this addiction, and you're afraid you're going to hurt them again.
You found a secluded alleyway and sat down on the ground with your bookbag on your lap. Your stomach started to growl, dying to get food in its system. You would steal food, but you really don't feel like getting injured.
"What are you doing out here?"
You jerked and looked up, seeing a guy that's a couple years older towering over you.
"Nothing." Your heart started to race. You've been through shit living out on the streets, but it is your fault isn't it? Got hooked on stimulates, left the circus, left your family, left everyone.
The guy kneeled down to where your faces was inches apart, "Instead of doing nothing you could be doing something," He stood up and put his hands on his belt.
In a split second you stood up and hit the guy with your bookbag before sprinting. You turned at every corner, trying to get away from this guy. Lucky for you, he wasn't following.
With your hands on your knees, you tried to catch your breath. Fuck, I have to find a place to stay at. You pulled out your phone and started going through your contact list again. Mom, Dad, Dealer, Blitzo.
You can't call your parents, they refuse to let you move in because of you stealing money for drugs. Last time you stayed at your dealers was just not a good time for you.
Blitzo...you really don't want to see him.
You don't hate him, never did. You just don't want to see him again because you did something shitty. So asking for help is the least thing you want to do right now. But if you wait any longer, you don't know what can happen to you living out on the streets.
You took a deep breath in and out, and pressed call. It took about 4 rings before he answered the phone.
"Y/n?" Once you heard his voice you wanted to break down.
"I know this is probably a bad time but can I stay with you for a bit?" Your voice cracked.
There was some silence. Blitz felt the 5 stages of grief within 10 seconds. He knew that you was hooked on drugs to the point where nobody would know where you're at, or even if you're alive at all.
"Sure." He finally agreed. "Do you need me to come get you?"
"Yeah, actually. I'm at the park right now."
"See you in 20." He abruptly hung up.
You sighed and sat down on the park bench. You would see family's at the park, pushing their kids on the swing sets.
In the distance you heard a car squeal and eventually ran into a pole. The window rolled down on the passenger side and saw Blitzo for the first time since you guys were in your mid to late teens.
You grabbed your bookbag and walked to the beat up van, getting inside the car and stared at your lap, not wanting to make any eye contact with him.
"Not going to talk?" He broke the silence, putting the car in drive.
"Thanks for picking me up...I appreciate it." You smiled a bit.
"Where the fuck were you?"
"It's a lot to explain."
"I needed you, Y/n. You knew what happened and yet you decided to leave for good and ghost me? Because you were too caught up in doing drugs?"
"Don't be a hypocrite, you did plenty of drugs." You huffed.
"Yeah but I didn't leave my fucking best friend when they needed me the most!"
"Blitzo-"
"It's Blitz, O is silent."
"Blitz, I appreciate you coming to pick me up and letting me stay with you until I can get back up on my feet. But can we please finish the conversation later? I know I ran away whenever you needed me, and yes I feel guilty for it. That's why I didn't call you sooner, I didn't want to hurt you again."
He kept quiet, he wanted to say more, he wanted to yell at you, but he didn't. He doesn't want you to leave him again.
Growing up you guys were best friends, always close to each other, always telling each other things. Blitz only had you and Fizz, and whenever Fizz got severally injured and Blitz wasn't allowed to see him, he needed you. He was already mad at you for leaving the circus just days before the fire, and after? You left for good without a trace.
Blitz knew that you were on drugs way before you originally left. At first he didn't care too much because you needed it to perform "better." As the months went you became addicted to them, and he saw that you looked malnourished because of the drugs, but didn't say anything about it, he didn't know what to say.
After the fire, Blitz kept calling you, he needed someone to talk to, to get his mind off of things, but ignored him. You didn't want to and didn't want to be selfish, but you don't want him to see you like this.
"I also have a daughter..so she's sleeping in the only room I have. I sleep on the couch so you can sleep on the floor."
"The floor?"
"I'm not taking the floor."
You were gonna argue back about how you could sleep on the couch with him but you know he probably doesn't want you to even get close to him physically because of the past. "So...your daughter. Who's the baby mama?"
"She's adopted and 22, got her when she was 17."
"Ah..congratulations."
"She might not like you being here..she can be a little..hot headed. But she's sweet! Sometimes.."
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"So...this is your new home." He closed the door. "Bathroom is over there, that's the kitchen, living room, and that room over there is her room."
"And you sure that she don't mind me being here?"
"Oh she's gonna love you!" He doesn't actually believe that. Blitz knocked on her door, "Loonie, wanna come meet a childhood friend of mine? She's gonna be living here with us for a few months."
"No."
Blitz turned around towards you and shrugged, "Yeah knew that was gonna happen."
"Yeah..yeah that's fine. You have a lovely home." You smiled.
"Eh, it's a house. Nothing too important about it. Anyway, go take a shower you smell like shit." He looked you up and down, "and look like shit."
You started walking to the bathroom but he stopped you, "Stay off the drugs, please?"
You nodded your head, "I will."
After you dried off in the shower you began to realize that you have absolutely no clothes. "Fuck." You whispered. You left most of your clothes in that drug house you used to live at and the place at rehab just gave you scrubs since you didn't have any clothes there. This is gonna be so fucking embarrassing. You wrapped yourself in a towel and slightly opened the door, "Blitz?"
"Yeah?" He said from the couch.
"I don't have any clothes."
"Ah shit. Alright um.." Blitz walked over to the bathroom and talked through the cracked door, "you can wear some of mine and then tomorrow buy clothes. You got cash?"
"I just got out of rehab dude. I don't have any money."
His eyes lit up, "Wait! You can work for me!"
"Blitz can we talk about this later? I need clothes!"
"Right, okay, fine damn. I'll bring you a shirt and some shorts or pants or whatever." He started to walk away.
"Blitz, come here." You cringed at what you were about to say next, "I need underwear."
"Go commando."
"I'm a girl..i can't not wear underwear. I'm gonna get like...fuck it why am I even explaining this." You mumbled. "Can i just wear your underwear until I can buy some?"
"Well after you get dress we gotta talk business." He left and fetch a horse shirt, the smallest underwear he could find, and some shorts. He knocked on the bathroom door again and handed you the clothes.
"Need anything else?"
"Actually yeah..can you bring me a long sleeve shirt instead?"
Blitz rolled his eyes and found his favorite yellow hoodie and gave it to you.
You first put the hoodie on so even you won't have to look at the needle marks. Once you picked up the underwear your eyebrows furrowed, "What the fuck is this?" It was a black thong that said "Suck Here" on the front. I'm hoping this is his and not some other chick's underwear.
After putting everything on you shuffled your feet back to the couch and sat on the other end of it so you wouldn't be close to Blitz.
"Did you like the thong I picked out?" He winked.
"Dare I ask whose is it?" You rolled your eyes.
"It's mine, swear to Satan it's mine. Wait what does it say on the front?"
"Suck here." You deadpanned.
"Oh yeah, it's mine. Alright so, business." He scooted closer to you. "I have a business called I.M.P. get it?" He nudged you, "anyway, it stands for Immediate Murder Professionals, and people down here hire us to kill other people!" He said proudly.
"Blitz, I really don't feel like killing."
"But I need more assassins! Give it a try?"
"No! How about a janitor?"
"Actually that'll work. Think about it," he scooted over and put his arm around you, "A boss and a janitor getting it on!" He lightly thrusted the air.
You narrowed your eyes, "That's disgusting....No."
"This isn't a yes or no you have to work with me."
"What? Why?"
"You don't have a car and it's easier if you work with me."
"Well..it's not like I have a choice."
"Fuck yeah! Working together again!" he playfully shoved you, couldn't help but to make you smile.
"...Soooo when do I start?"
"Tomorrow because I don't want you to keep wearing my favorite hoodie and thong."
You tilted your head, "You gave me your favorite hoodie and thong?"
"I..well..fuck you. Wasn't trying to."
You laughed, "Sure.”
"Ya know I was gonna give you the couch but you're acting like a dick so the floor it is." He crossed his arms.
You knew he was playing, "Good, didn't want to sleep next to you anyway!"
"Get off MY couch, bitch!" He laughed as he reached over and gripped the hoodie before throwing you off the couch.
You landed with a hard thump, "Jesus, Blitz." You coughed.
"Oh shit. My bad."
You got up from the floor and flopped back onto the couch. "Either way, i'm going to sleep right now."
Blitz stuck his tongue out at you before laying down on the other side.
"Aww, you're gonna let me sleep on the couch? How sweet." You teased.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. You were easy to throw because you weighed like nothing and I actually felt bad."
"There it is, I miss the sweet Blitz that I used to know."
He kicked your leg, "Night, bitch."
"Night, whore."
"Night, slut."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP."