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Zack Turriff

"Just shut up and toss me another smoke."

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a character in “Outcast Boulevard”, as played by lilwolfygurl

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Name - Zack Turriff

Age - 20

Gender/Role - Boy 1

Occupation - Drug Dealer

Appearance - Zack is tall and lanky and has a small build. He has always felt self-conscious about being small and having a "womanly figure." He has chocolate brown eyes with dark brown hair he keeps in a disheveled manner. Contrast to his hair, Zack prefers to wear expensive and unique items of clothing in which he can maintain his image. He wears a few accessories including two metal rings and an engraved dog tag he never takes off. He also has sis ears pierced sporting three rings in each ear as well a tongue piercing. Usually Zack is seen with a smoke hanging out of his mouth no matter the situation and he is always fiddling with a lighter in his hand.

Personality - Zack is a kind of oddity in the world, while many would consider him to be no more then a boy his mood does not reflect this. Nor does his speech as well since he has been known to toss a large word from time to time but there is an aspect of his company that is unlike someone of his age. He is self-absorbed in his own mind for the most part and prefers to not open up towards other though he has started to generally open up to those closest to him. In his own words its believed that the event that shook his life so harshly has forced a change in his mind and attitude.

Likes:
Playing Pool
Smoking
Metal
Drinking
Drawing
Playing Video Games

Dislikes:
Being woken up
Traitors
Cops
Vodka
Most dogs

Fears - Gamophobia - Fear of commitment
Cynophobia -Fear/dislike of dogs

History - Zack life as a child was a relatively normal one until his parents suddenly got divorced. As a young child, Zack was forced a custody battle, though not of who wanted him but rather who would take him since neither of parents felt they could care for him on their own since he was diagnosed with OCD and Bipolar disorder. Zack ended up staying with his father as a result. As Zack grew older, his father grew more irresponsible as a father. He began to bring home different women to his apartment every other night and became heavily addicted to cocaine all while Zack was watching. Zack soon began to adapt his fathers habits of smoking cigarettes and weed, bailing out of school and stealing. By the age of 15, Zack had become fully addicted to cocaine, been expelled from school and been arrested on more than one occasion. One night while returning to the home Zack rarely stayed in, he found the locks changed and his father gone, leaving him alone with nowhere to go. Zack decided not to pursue his father or his mother, who had mental illness of her own, and took to drug dealing to support himself and his addiction. Living on and off on the streets, Zack finally moved into "The Firehouse." Zack has been residing there for the past year and a half and finally has the closest things he has ever had to a family.

So begins...

Zack Turriff's Story

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nau·se·a
noun
1. sickness at the stomach, especially when accompanied by a loathing for food and an involuntary impulse to vomit.


The last few weeks had been Hell on her stomach. She couldn't smell or eat anything without the sudden urge to throw up. For a little while, she had just blamed the flu. This was a just a really bad flu. What else could it be? Was she just having bad luck and getting food poisoning constantly? But of course, these things would never last this long and she had never gotten so sick in her life before. Her immune system was generally strong and would attack illness like an angry pit bull. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and pulled away from the rim of the toilet, leaning against the shower. She was running out of excuses not to take that damn pregnancy test.

She glared at the box on the counter, waiting there, unopened and menacing. She was only a couple a little late, a two months or so, and for her that wasn't uncommon; the amount of stress in her life was more than enough to keep 'it' away. Jessa stood up, still a little shaky, and grabbed the little pink box. The picture-perfect-model printed on the surface looked so happy, looking down at her positive test. Why couldn't they have a model for people like her? People who were terrified? People who clearly weren't ready to have a baby? She popped open the box, the tear making a quiet rip, , and pulled out the stick that could possibly change her life forever. And not in a good way.

It only took her a few minutes to read the instructions and follow them. Now she just had to play the waiting game. Ticktock, ticktock. After the appropriate amount of time had passed, she had somehow summoned up enough courage to actually look at the damn thing. She picked it up, staring at it for a long time. It was not the results she had been hoping for. It was not the results anyone her age would hope for. Instead of one blue line, there was two. It was positive. She was pregnant; eighteen and pregnant with no real job and no real boyfriend. She threw the box away and the test with it. No amounting of praying would erase that second line.

She didn't know what else to do, other than go about her usual routine of getting ready. She brushed her teeth, showered, got dressed, the usual, trying to ignore what she had just discovered. At the end of the day, Jessa knew she would have to tell someone. Aspen, maybe? Brea? Anyone besides Zack would do, anyone at all. After all, how do you tell the father that you're pregnant when you don't even want the fucking baby?

She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. It was hot today, but thank God they had finally fixed the air conditioner. It was one thing that everyone could check of their list of things to worry about.

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The sound of muffled voices made Zack stir on his mattress. What time is it? he thought as he lazily lifted his head and peered out the small window of his room. He shifted from underneath the blankets and sat up on the edge of the old mattress. Zack ran his hand through his tousled hair and grabbed a cigarette of the nightstand, placing it between his lips. He lit the smoke and inhaled deeply ad he got up and fished some clothes out of a pile in the corner of the room. After quickly changing into jeans, a Metallica t-shirt and a sweater, Zack resumed smoking and made his way downstairs towards the Kitchen for a much needed drink.

Upon entering the room, there was a noticible tension that hung in the air. Zack noticed a rather uncomfortable Greyson near the doorway standing next with a girl he'd never seen before. She was lean and had dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Zack glanced over but not before he decided rather not know what was going on. He continued to make his way into the kitchen where Skyler was standing near the counter while Aspen was atop it. He took a drag of his smoke and walked towards the refrigerator. He pulled out a beer and a pressed the bottle to his forehead. The cool feeling soothed his warm skin.

He wiped the pooling condensation from his forehead and hopped up on the counter opposite to Aspen. He took another drag off his cigarette as watched her closely as her conversation continued with Skyler. Her damp hair framed her face beautifully and her pale blue eyes were bright though she was clearly exhausted. Zack found himself soaking in the view of her toned legs and quickly tore his eyes away from the sight. Fuck. He couldn't let his mind wander. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He quickly butted his current one and replaced it with another. As he lit the fresh smoke he extended the pack towards the two across from him. "Either of you want a smoke?"

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Aspen smiled when Skyler had finally noticed she was there, after all, it kinda bothered her how she liked him so much, and basically everyone knew it by now, everyone but him. Especially because alf the time he didn't even seem to notice when she was standing right there.
He asked her how work was, and she shrugged casually, "Can't complain, I guess." She took another sip of her beer and glanced over to the entrance of the kitchen as she heard someone else walk in, Zack. That made her wonder where Jessa was, and taking a brief look around, she noticed she was sitting right at the kitchen table the whole time. She caught the alarmed look on Jessa's face as she saw Zack, before she quickly covered it up with an expression of indifference.
Zack didn't even say anything to Jessa, which Aspen thought was a bit odd. She felt a bit uncomfortable sitting there as Zack got himself a beer and then hopped up next to her on the counter, no one saying anything.
"Hey." Jessa finally spoke up. Aspen smiled slightly towards her and nodded, "Hey." she also nodded towards Zack, but when she did, she saw the way he was looking her up and down, which made her feel pretty uncomfortable. She just quickly turned away and pretended like she didn't notice, but she felt bad when she realized that Jessa herself had seemed to notice, and was frowning.
"Either of you want a smoke?" Zack then asked, holding out his pack of cigarettes towards them.
"I will, thanks." she took one and put it between her lips as she slid open a cupboard underneath where she was sitting on the counter. She took out a book of matches and struck one, raising it to her cigarette and lighting the end. She then waved the match slightly to put it out and took a long drag on her cigarette before taking it out and blowing out the smoke and letting out a content sigh as she glanced between each face in the kitchen. As her gaze shifted to Jessa, Jessa looked at her and said, "Hey Aspen. Could I talk to you later? It's important."
Aspen nodded quickly. "Yeah, of course." she wasn't surprised or caught off guard at all. Aspen was kind of used to this by now, everyone wanting to vent to her, there must just be something about her which made her seem trustworthy. She didn't mind so much, being trusted so much made her feel valued in a way.
She glanced over at Skyler, who seemed really distracted and even troubled somehow.
"So what have you been up to today Skyler?"

((Had to edit the end of my post because when I posted it last night is was rushed and not really how I wanted it :P)

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"I've kind of been here the whole time," Jessa teased Skyler. "Don't worry. I've been having an off day too." She shrugged.

From the sound of it, Grey was having a shitty day too. This day was just full of shitness. When her cigarette had reached its end, she immediately started another one. It appeared that they really helped with the nausea. Funny. You'd think they would make it worse, but she just kept breathing in their toxic air.

The conversation betweent a girl who was supposedly named Emma and Grey had caught her attention, and she had been listening to it for the last few minutes. She felt no shame in eavesdropping if she thought her family might be in trouble. And everyone currently residing in the house was her family. She felt more of an attachment to them than the thing growing inside of her.

She looked over at Aspen when she said she was willing to talk to her now. That was much sooner than Jess had expected. She really didn't have time to mentally prepare for the news she was about to break. But hell. She'd never be mentally prepared, she might as well rip it off like a band aid.

"Sure. I can talk now. But you might want to bring a beer, because you're definitely gonna need it for what I'm about to tell you, " She said, causing her to glance over at Zack. God, he didn't have a care in the world. If only he knew about the baby. Maybe then she could let him freak out and she could just calm down for a little while. Ha. Like that would ever happen.

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"Sure. I can talk now. But you might want to bring a beer, because you're definitely gonna need it for what I'm about to tell you."
"Oh yeah? Okay then..." Aspen was a little unsure now, hoping this wasn't anything too severe. Sure, she loved the fact that people trusted her but no one had ever faced her with a situation that was extremely overwhelming. She wasn't sure how it would feel to know about something but at the same time know she couldn't do anything about it, it probably felt pretty awful. She'd just have to do whatever she could and do her best.
Her attention shifted away for just a second as she watched Zack get up and leave without a word. It was kinda weird how him and Jessa were pretty much avoiding each other. She looked at Jessa carefully to see her reaction to him leaving, but her expression was blank and hard to see through, like she had built up a wall or something.
"Well, we could stay here to talk I guess." She looked at Skyler who was still appeared to be deep in thought and completely preoccupied, "Or we could go into the yard." Aspen felt kinda bad about leaving Skyler when there was obviously something wrong with him as well, but Jessa was needing someone to talk to and actually willing to admit it. Aspen could hear her out first, then assuming that the news wasn't too extreme, go back soon enough and maybe get Skyler to talk to her. She mentally wished herself luck with that one, in a sarcastic way.

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She watched Aspen and Skyler, studying them for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes. She had heard Greyson leave and Zack was doing Lord knows what. Did she mind if Skyler knew? Would he tell Zack? At the moment she wasn't entirely sure, but she wasn't sure she cared either. She hopped up on the counter next to Aspen and shrugged.

"Here is...fine I guess." She looked back at Skyler as she said this. "As long as you both promise not to judge me because I'm really freaking the fuck out right now, and that's the last thing I need." Jessa was shaking visibly and it felt like she was about to burst. She took another drag of the cigarette, wishing the nicotine would calm her more. She bit her lip and ran a hand through her long, wavy hair. What she could really use right now was her guitar. God, why hadn't she brought it down with her like she usually would? Oh right. She had been to busy in the bathroom to think about it.

She took a deep breath and looked at Aspen, then to Skyler, with tear filled eyes. She was really about to fall apart. She never fell apart about things happening in the present. It was always the past that got to her. This feeling, this fear, was all new to her and she was going at it alone. "Zack and I...we slept together you know? Fuck. I'm sure you all know that much. I don't know what's going on. I feel like it fucked up everything. But that's not even the bad part. I mean the sex was great or whatever." She was rambling now, like she always did when she was nervous.

Jessa was crying now.

"But I'm pregnant. Holy shit. I'm pregnant and I don't want to be a mom. And how am I supposed to tell him? It's like we're strangers now. I don't think I'm going to tell him."

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Jessa watched Skyler, noticing something was wrong with him. Maybe she should have asked what was going on in his world, rather than spilling her own word vomit all over the place. That would have been the polite thing to do but she was too involved in her own world to think that way. In her head, she made this another reason she wouldn't be a good mother: selfishness. She liked her party every day lifestyle and wasn't ready to settle down. But she brushed these thoughts aside and choked back her tears, drying her own eyes - though the pat on the shoulder from Skyler certainly helped. "Yeah, but...Neither of us want to be parents, I don't think. I could just go to a free clinic, get rid of it, and he would never have to know. It wouldn't be better that way, wouldn't it?" An abortion could end this in a couple of hours, and she'd never have to think about it again.

"Are you okay? Do you need like...some aspirin or something?" She couldn't help but notice the way he was holding his chest, but maybe he was just drunk with bad heart burn. Or maybe this was just another situation Aspen would hear about. Obviously, Jessa trusted her enough to spill her own emotional garbage on. Maybe the others in the house did too...but that had to put a lot on her. Poor girl. Jessa leaned her head on Aspen's shoulder, waiting for her advice as well. If nothing else, at least two people knew now, they were two good people.

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She smiled contentedly as her friends comforted her, feeling slightly better than she had before. They were great, the people who lived here. Despite what everyone else on the block might think. They might have been hooligans, drugs dealers, and prostitutes, but at the end of the day they were all good people. Just trying to find a way to survive in this fucked up world, a world that chewed people up and spit them out without mercy, without care.

Jessa understood what they were saying, that she should tell Zack. She didn't have to go through this alone, they were both equally at fault for what had conspired...but part of her, the part that had always been alone - wanted to remain independent. She wanted to deal with it herself, live with what fate had dealt her, and go on about her daily life. It was the way things had always been for her. Since before she ever found refuge at the Firehouse.

She watched a clearly very drunk Skyler stood up. Oh goodness, this was going to be interesting. She could feel it. At least it would be a good distraction...right? Whatever it was, Jessa was clearly happy that the attention had turned off of her and onto him.

"Alright, Sky. Talk about your problems. It's your turn to speak in our Life Sucks Anonymous club." She smiled, lighting up yet another cigarette. What did cigarettes do to babies? She wasn't entirely sure.

"Are you okay, dude? You're kinda drunk...Are you sure you want to spill your guts?"

Jessa raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if this was just going to be some wild made up story about angry midgets in clown outfits or something. She glanced over at Aspen, wondering how she was taking all this.

"I just told you all my secrets. I'm sure I can keep a few of yours." She shrugged, taking a drag.

She heard the door open, and watched as Zack left the house. Obviously, she wouldn't be telling him anything anytime soon. She nibbled at the bottom of her lip, fiddling with the guitar pick that she had hung around her neck as a necklace.

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To be honest, Jessa was relieved with Skyler walked out. Not because she wasn't concerned for him, because she definitely was, but she knew a thing or two about wanting to keep some things private. When he was ready to tell her, he would. Simple as that. She wasn't about to force it out of him...and him walking out gave her an excuse to go outside and look for Zack. It wasn't that she wanted to go look for him, she needed to. She had to talk to him, she had to tell him about what was going on. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to make him part of this.

But part of her, a very large part of her, was screaming at her to remain independent. To leave him out of any decision because that was what was best for her and for him. That was the way she had originally learned to deal with things. She kept them to herself - aside from the occasional breakdown, i.e. the kitchen.

Before she left the house, the first thing she did was grab her guitar. She refused to go anywhere without that thing. Music and that guitar were her life, without them she would have died a long, long time ago. They kept her sane. Music was her escape, while the guitar was a physical security blanket. Protecting her from the outside world and all of the people in it. Her grandfather had given her the guitar when she had turned thirteen and she had kept it with her ever since. Every bad memory and every good one were stored into it, like a flash drive of her life. Plus...if she didn't find him she could always make a few bucks playing some songs on a street corner.

After she had gotten herself together, she went to comb the streets. It wasn't hard to find him, as there wasn't much to do in this damn town. She had watched as a little boy had run into him, watched the way he dealt with it...And it had all been very sweet. It was almost enough to make her smile. Almost enough.

She took a deep breath, trying to decide on how to approach him, trying to decide if she had enough courage to do so. After a few moments of this she had finally gathered enough to walk up to him. When she had finally gotten close enough, she reached out and put a hand on his arm.

"Hey Zack?" She said with a frown. "We need to talk."

Of course that was the most awkward phrase she could have used, but at this point...did it really matter? Their relationship was literally fucked, and everything had been awkward since then. He had been ignoring her and she had been avoiding him. Now it was time for her to be a big girl, a grown up, whatever, and tell him what was going on.

"And you're not going to like what I have to say." She added on as an after thought.

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Grey felt shivers go down his spine as she put a hand on his arm and tried to stop him. He didn't have time to shake her hand off before she started rambling and spilling word-vomit all over. How she was sorry, didn't know what she was doing, and he was the best thing to ever happen in her life. He stared ahead, refusing to look at her. Should he? What was he suppost to say in response? Greyson didn't even think she felt all of that. He assumed she came back for money, and when that was proven wrong, he wasn't even sure what the motive was. Angry, confused. There was nothing left to yell, nothing left to say involuntarily. He heard her take a pause before talking about Colby. His kid; their kid. Considering his involvement, or lack there-of, in Colby's life, he may have been Colby's dad in a technical, physical sense, but Colby would be just fine not knowing about Greyson. At all. What was the point? Would he go and say hi, and then watch Emma and Tyler take him back home, where ever they lived. Grey didn't think they'd get stuck out here. He looked down at Emma just in time for her to look up, right into his eyes.

The next move was up to him. Well, his last move involved fleeing the scene, so to speak. He'd tried being civil, he'd done the whole explosive anger thing. His mind was racing with thoughts that wouldn't help this conversation. And she hated herself? She was still and stiff as a board, not letting any emotion slip from her face, like a poker player. Hmm. Guess their relationship was at stake? Not that there was anything left of it. But he wasn't as convinced as she'd probably like him to be. Her words sounded like they were deep, coming from suffering, but her look didn't suggest that, and that's were Grey was confused. Honestly, neither of them were ever emotional people, and he liked her for that. Clingy, needy, girls who wasted words always annoyed him. However, he never thought he'd actually wish she'd snap at him. At least then the physical expression would match up with the words and he'd have a clearer picture.

But, if she wasn't jumping down his throat, maybe it would make it easier to tell her, Tyler, and Colby to kick rocks. Not that he would, not now, but it was always an option. Greyson looked around, never even noticing Zack walk by. From the way he looked at the park, something was wrong with him. God, he hated not being in the loop. He hated knowing his 'family' was in trouble even more. Grey watched him and Colby collide for a moment, then return to their previous states; Colby playing and Zack looking like a wreck. Then Jessa went by. She met up with Zack and they started talking, or at least she did. He was about to get lost in someone else's issue when his own came back to him.

Then a thought came to him. Did he consider Emma and Colby family?

Grey looked back down at Emma. "Sorry," he mumbled, hating having to apologize to people. He was at a loss for real words after hearing so much come out of her. Maybe words weren't even necessary at this point. Without really thinking about it, Grey reached down to give her a hug before pulling back quickly and keeping his arms back at his side.

It didn't mean he felt anything different toward her, but he was willing to work something out.

You know, for Colby.

"My offer's still good if you wanna go get some food." Grey rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, wondering what everyone else in the world was up to. "Or... whatever you want to do."

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"Hey Zack?" a voice suddenly appeared from behind. Zack flinched as he felt a hand reach out and lay gently on his arm. He turned on his heels only to face the person he couldn't stop thinking about. Jess was looking at him with red, puffy eyes. She clearly had been crying previous to her walk over here. Zack was slightly taken aback, not only did Jessa not usually break down, but she usually wouldn't have anyone see her in a weakened state like this. Why now? his mind ran a rampant race. I can't see her right now, I need to get high... He took a long drag from his smoke and pulled it free from his lips with his free hand.

"We need to talk; and you're not going to like what I have to say." Jess stated firmly. Great, this day keeps getting better and better. Zack tried to recollect his thoughts and come up with a half decent response. Time seemed to screech to a halt as Zack tried to think of an appropriate response. His hand dove into his pocket and he pulled out the red Bic and immediately started to flick it repeatedly. Only before his mouth began to respond did he notice a stunned looking Grey at the edge of the park. Zack's eyes quickly scanned the park. What was he looking at? Zack all of a sudden felt an uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. He'd distanced himself so much from everyone lately, he had no idea how anyone else was doing. The sight of Greyson made Zack wonder about his friend, he missed hanging out with him lately. Zack inwardly promised himself to catch up with Grey later.

Zack's mind suddenly snapped back to the situation at hand. Jess peered questioningly at him as she waited for a response. Zack mouth moved but he couldn't find the words he wanted to come out. Talking with people had always been one of his weaker points. Much to Zack's dismay, the only thing that ended up leaving his mouth was a half-hearted response. "Sup?"

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Jessa tapped on the back of her cigarette, searching for what she could say next. He didn't want to talk to her, that much was clear from his indifferent "Sup?" She frowned, wondering how he would react to her news. Would he freak out, would he yell, or would he do something ludicrous like say it wasn't possible? She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her palm, like she was trying to rub the tears out of them. All she could focus on was the smell of smoke in the air and the brightness of the sun. Maybe she should just let it all out, like she had been doing all day. She was on a roll, why stop now? Oh right, you couldn't just throw that news at someone...

Could you?

"That night, you didn't....Did you..." She bit the inside of her lip, making it bleed as she searched for words. "I - we...I don't know." This was not working out well, she should have planned more, she should have had note cards, she should have been prepared. How did people in movies pull this shit off? They just ran up, said it, and there were happy endings all around! If only it had been so easy in real life. As it turned out, nothing in Jessa's life had been going easy. Not one damn thing. She was a starving artist, a musician, working as a waitress, living with roommates just to make ends meet, and now pregnant with a drug dealer's baby. Things weren't exactly a fairy tale, and just once? Just once she wished she could have her happy moment, where all the pieces clicked together, that day where everything just went right.

"I'm not good under pressure. I never have been. When something happens I just deal with it and move on. But this? I can't do that with this and it's driving me insane." She said, sighing, looking up at him and feeling totally defeated. "I mean, I guess I could but that would be wrong." That statement was meant more for herself than it was for him. She leaned against a park bench and looked down at the concrete floor. "Zack I'm..." She took a deep breath before finally looking back up at him.

"Zack, I'm pregnant." Finally, the words had come out.

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"That night, you didn't....Did you..." Jessa began but couldn't seem to finish a thought. It looked as if she had so much to say yet couldn't say a word. "I - we...I don't know." Zack shifted his weight to his other foot. She looked as uncomfortable as he felt in that moment. It was awkward, to say the least. Zack's eyes fell towards the ground, his focus became his hand. Had it always looked so small? He moved his fingers as if to make sure reality had set in.

"I'm not good under pressure. I never have been." Jess started again. "When something happens I just deal with it and move on. But this? I can't do that with this and it's driving me insane. I mean, I guess I could but that would be wrong." She began to ramble. Zack pulled his eyes away from the ground and watched Jessa's face. She was chewing on her lip awful hard, but Zack realized he was fidgeting quite a bit as well. "Zack I'm..." He sucked in a breath as he felt the uneasiness begin to really settle in. The soft voice of the beautiful girl began to tremble which made Zack start to shake a little as well.

And then, those words..."Zack, I'm pregnant." It took a minute to process the words the girl had uttered. Zack stared at her in disbelief. "What?" was all he managed to croak. Pregnant? Wait what, with HIS baby? This was all too much. A billion questions began to swirl in his mind. Was she sure it was his? Did she want to keep it? What if she did? Where would she live? How would she support it? Did she want Zack to be with her to be a father? The questions kept coming as Zack stood frozen. Where did he begin? He couldn't be a father, he wasn't fit to be one, ever, let alone at twenty years old.

He shook his head "Are you positive? What are we going to do, Jess?" was all he could seem to say.

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"I don't things to go back to the way they've been" the dark-haired boy protested suddenly. He frowned at Jessa's feeble attempt to hide her feelings. She was visibly shaking. Zack felt the need to hold her at that moment, but resisted. He knew she was trying to be strong. He himself was trying to maintain his composure. He flicked the butt of his cigarette on the ground near-by and pulled out another. "Here" he gestured towards the pack as he held it out for Jess.

"Look" Zack started shifting his eyes away from her. "You know... that I suck at shit like this, talking about shit I mean..." Zack could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He understood Jess wanting to abort the child, neither of them were prepared for this sort of thing. He was twenty and she was eighteen, barely an adult. He was an addict, he couldn't provide for a child, fuck, he was high that very moment. The feeling of the withdrawl along with the swirling emotions made Zack feel nauseated. "But I just...want you to know, you...you don't have to go alone...I don't want you to, it's my.." Zack fumbled over the word "kid too, ya' know?"

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A frown formed on the young mans lips. He hadn't a clue what to say in a situation of this magnitude. "It's just a baby" Jess seemed to choke out the words but her voice faltered. Zack's stomach began twisting, he felt like he would vomit the next time he opened his mouth. His hands were visibly shaking now, he noted, then shoved the free one into the front pocket of his jeans. He felt the sweat from his clammy hands stick to the material.

"Look, I'll come with you...if you need me too. I don't wanna fuck shit up anymore than I have." Zack sucked from the glowing stick again. He was sincere but he wasn't sure if he could go through with this to be honest. He couldn't think about this shit right now. He needed to escape, but he felt like a deer caught in headlights. He promptly shifted his gaze to the ground. "I was on my way somewhere actually. I don't wanna leave right now, but...I can't...right now...I just need some time, to think." He caught the sight of the city bus appearing down side of the road. "Look, I'll see you later" was the only thing he could think of to say before quickly dashing of towards the bus stop near-by.

The sweat began to drip from his face as his long legs carried him as fast as they would allow. It was warm outside this time of year, but Zack always wore an extra layer. He started to regret his decision as stopped at the bus stop right as the bus pulled up to the curb. The boy was panting hard now, his hair damp underneath his hood, the cigarette still burning brightly in his hand. He quickly tossed the smoke and quickly boarded the bus not bothering to look behind him. Fuck, what a stupid thing to do, Jessa probably though he was a coward. No wonder she didn't want to keep the baby, it would be the spawn of a lowlife coward. Zack made his way to the back of the bus and slumped in a vacant seat resting his head on the cool metal bar. A baby, why me? Why now? "Fuck!" Zack's voice echoed. A few surprised heads turned to stare at him but he didn't care. How was he supposed to react? All he knew was he felt like he was going to collapse.

It was only about four blocks away from where the bus had departed but Zack made his was to the doors and quickly exited. His destination wasn't far from here and his stomach couldn't take the motion from the bus. Zack hurriedly made his way down any alley near-by and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into a garbage can. The smell of vomit filled the small confines of the alley way as Zack's legs struggled to hold his body upwards. Panting was the only thing he could do before slowly wiping his mouth with his sleeve and wobbling behind old apartment buildings. There was only one thing on his mind now and he wasn't going to stop for anything to get it.

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The musty smell of gasoline and garbage wafted through the air of the dirty streets. This was indeed the boulevard of broken dreams. Homeless people littered the street, young girls strutted promiscuously in skin-tight clothing and hoards of children were smoking marijuana like it was the newest fad. Zack slunk through the busy street with his head hung, his eyes fixed on the ground beneath him. A young woman dressed in tight shorts and a low-cut top waved and called out to Zack, but he was so lost within his own mind he didn't bother to look up.

He made his was towards a worn-down apartment building that appeared to have been built sometime in the early seventies. He halted at the front door and rang the buzzer. A crackled voice came from the barely working speaker. "What?" was all the voice said.

"It's me." The sound of buzzer rang and the old red door clicked open. Zack opened the door and proceeded to climb down a flight of stairs. The walls of the building still had tacky wallpaper that was peeling at every edge and graffiti covered each wall down the dimly lit hallway. Zack ducked his head underneath the ceiling to a door which he then knocked on. A woman from the other side open the door enough for her to peer outside and unlock the chain restraining the door.

"Hey doll!" the woman beamed at him before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I was wondering where you've been." The woman ushered him inside the tiny apartment. Zack made his way through the apartment, trying not to step on the strewn items that lay on the floor, over to the bedroom.

The woman appeared in the room as well and closed the bedroom door behind the pair and locked it. The woman looked as though she was in her late twenties, with long auburn the fell over her shoulders. Her dull green eyes had darkened circles underneath and her skin gaunt and adorned with many scars along her arms. She wore a white tank top that exposed her bony midriff and pink underwear that sat on her hips. She made her way over to a dresser in the corner of the room while Zack plopped down on the edge of the bed and pulled his hood back.

"Look Marl," Zack started turning his head towards the woman, "I need some of that good shit, now."

"Rough day doll?" Marl asked as she handed Zack an eight-ball of cocaine.

"Like you wouldn't fucking believe." Zack replied as he went over to the small table and started to chop the substance.

"You look pretty bad, withdrawl?" the woman asked before wrapping her arms around him. Zack nodded as he made the powder into small lines. "Oh! I almost forgot, I guess we could use some straws huh?" Marley said as she left the room without waiting for a reply. Zack suddenly felt the vibration in his pocket. He yanked out his phone and flipped it open. Tomorrow. 4 pm. was all the message read. He paused for a moment before snapping the phone shut and shoving it back into his pocket. Marley returned with two stubby straws in hand. She handed one to Zack and kept one for herself as she let him take the first hit. His body was suddenly filled with the overflowing feeling of relief. He exhaled deeply and flopped onto the bed while his friend proceeded to do a line. He reached back into his pocket and pulled out the cell. His fingers ran over the keys at an alarming speed before he hit the send button. I'll be there, promise. 4pm, the time was now imprinted in his mind.

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The Firehouse was dead silent, a feat which could be in the Guinness World Book of Records. In fact, the quiet was so unusual, that Jessa felt the need to make sure everyone wasn't dead. She checked the rooms and called their names - all except for Zack, she knew he wasn't going to be here. She could hear the tick of the old grandfather clock, and watched as the seconds passed. Usually everyone was home by this time, drinking and having their own little party.

She went to the bathroom and searched through the pill bottles. Most of them were empty and the once that weren't were simple things. Like allergy medicine or tylenol. "Fuck!" She screamed in frustration, glaring at herself through the cold surface of the mirror. Her eyes looked as dead as she felt, empty and lifeless. She pressed her hand against the glass, desperately waiting to feel something, anything at all.

Tomorrow at four p.m. she would be killing her baby and she was numb because of it. There were times when she would give everything to feel this way. Now she was willing to feel anything, even pain, just to remind herself she was alive. The bitter memories of old habits began to resurface, the faded lines on her arms and hips begging for renewal.

There was a time, before the Firehouse, that her vice was not drugs but self mutilation. She crossed the hall into her bedroom, rummaging around on her desk. That's when she found them. Two shiny razors. She knew it was stupid, that it would just leave her with another scar to feel guilty about. But right now that hardly seemed to matter. The metal glided against her skin, releasing a stinging pain. It brought almost as much relief as her pills would. Almost as much.

She laid on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for what felt like hours, feeling the dull throb on her arms. It was just something small, but she could feel it. That was all she wanted right now, to feel. When her phone went off, she immediately reached for it. I'll be there, promise. She breathed in a shakey breath, not knowing if she should reply. She threw the phone on the opposite side of her bed. No, there was nothing she could say to him. Not in a text message anyway.

She quickly left her room, bandaged her arm, and went to the kitchen. Realizing she hadn't eaten all day, she grabbed a cereal box and ate the contents dry while sitting on the counter. Someone would be home soon. Someone would.

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When the door opened, Jessa hadn't been paying attention and she had jumped about a million feet in the air. However, after she realized it was Greyson, she was quickly calmed. There were definitely more people here, though, and her mind wondered back to the girl who had barged into their house earlier. That had been a little strange, but she was use to people coming and going. She put more cereal into her mouth, and munched away contentedly. She was allowed to eat horribly. She was pregnant and having a really bad day. A box of cereal wasn't going to ruin her.

"I am having the worst day in the history of shitty days," Jessa finally explained, looking over at him. "What about you?"

Again, her mind went back to the girl. God, she wished she could drink a beer or something right now. Then again, who said she couldn't? She glanced over at the fridge, thinking and deciding against it. Might as well give this baby a break the last day it was on Earth. She had already put it through Hell with cigarettes and stress.

"I'm starving. Want some?" She held out the box of cereal and shrugged. "I don't feel like cooking and this was here. So. Yeah."

The cereal was definitely a safer bet than anything Jessa could have cooked up anyway. She burned toast and always put too much water in instant oatmeal. The culinary arts were best left up to others. A guitar was where her talents resided, a guitar and her voice. She flipped the box over, reading about the game on the back and the nutrition facts. The only thing she understood on the latter was calories. Why couldn't they put the ingredients in normal people terms? So people who never finished high school, like herself, could understand what the Hell they were putting in their bodies? She didn't really care, but she was sure someone somewhere did.

She looked up at the ceiling, wondering about what would happen tomorrow. Of course she knew the procedure. They had explained that over the phone. Would she feel as shitty as she did now? Would she be questioning her choice as much? Would that moment haunt her forever, or would it be similar to getting your tonsils removed?

"Zack hates me," Jessa told Greyson suddenly, looking over at him and frowning. "I don't know what to do."

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Floating. That's what it felt like Zack's body was doing as he made his was down the busy streets. He hummed to him self softly, wishing he had remembered to bring his mp3 player with him. A small smile danced on his lips as he pulled out yet another cigarette. Man, I really have to quit chain smoking, he pondered silently. He shrugged his shoulders deciding not to take an interest at that particular moment and proceeded to light the cancer stick. Why he was smiling, even he didn't know. Zack's mind was completely distant and blissfully unaware of the awful day that had taken place. All that was happening was the feeling of complete joy. It must be due to the Ecstasy, was the only explanation he bothered to come up with. The euphoric feeling of cocaine mixed with high of the E made him feel like he was on top of the world. Everything looked brighter, people seemed happier. It was a win-win situation in his mind.

Zack made his way through the park again, this time, heading home. He honestly had no idea how he would react when he saw Jessa, or anyone else for that matter. He was hoping to be able to avoid them for a bit somehow. Before Zack had even realized, he legs had carried him to the firehouse. He halted before he opened the door. Maybe he'd go in the 'other way'. Zack made his way to the side of the old building and spotted the old metal bars leading up to a window. They were an emergency escape route that had been taken down years before but some of the metal had remained, though the first ten or so bars had been removed to prevent the use of it. Zack proceeded to climb the fence near-by about a meter away from the wall. In once quick movement, he jumped towards the wall and grabbed the first bar hung high above the ground. It wasn't the first time he had done this, though climbing down was much more simple than climbing upwards. He made his way towards the window opening it and tumbling inside. Luckily, it lead to his own room. He stumbled upwards, smoke still in his mouth and proceeded to tear off his sweat covered shirt and sweater. He sat down on the edge of his bed in his jeans and pulled off his shoes and socks. He was panting, his muscular but small body glistening in sweat.

Zack went over to the small television and flicked it on along with the gaming console next to it. He grabbed the controller and threw it on his bed. He got up deciding he would splash some cool water on his head before he got comfortable. He opened the door to the bedroom and peered down the hallway, it looked as if no one was upstairs. He strode over to bathroom. The door was slightly ajar but he figured if anyone was in there they'd have fully closed the door. He pushed the door open only to find the same girl that had been with Grey earlier and the small little boy who had ran into him earlier.

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A small smile crossed Emma's face as Grey shot her a look. She shook her head and looked down at Colby. If they could get along that easily, then this might not be as hard as she thought. Then again, the bigger issue would probably be her and Greyson. In her psychology class sophomore year of high school, they said that the relationship between the parents is one of the most important in the child's life or something like that. Clearly their relationship wasn't ideal.

"You're Mumma's friend! So you're not a stranger to me and not-strangers are my friends." Colby explained, as if it was the most basic concept ever created. How would he feel if he knew they weren't exactly friends? That after all this time, Greyson may as well be a stranger with how little Emma knew about him.


Once inside 'the firehouse', Greyson walked off somewhere inside the house as Emma searched for the bathroom. She washed the blood off of Colby's arm while he sat there talking about Greyson's dog. Well, the dog he only kind of had. Colby hoped it would come by and he would get to play with it. The cut on his arm wasn't very wide, but it sure was long. It extended all the way from his elbow to just past his wrist. Colby laughed holding up a single band-aid, "Mumma, I don't think it's gonna fit."

"Can we make it bigger?" Emma asked, pretending to try to stretch it out.

A huge smile crossed Colby's face and he shook his head, "No! It doesn't work like that! Ready?" He pretended to do some stretching of the band aid, before shoving it back in the box. "Abra kadabra!" he yelled, pulling out a bigger band aid. Emma clapped as he pulled a few more out of the box and handed them too her. It only took two big band aids and one little one to cover the whole cut, good thing little kids have little arms.

As Emma started to clean up, a tall boy with messy brown hair opened the door. Colby ran past him out of the room and down the stairs. "Colby-" Emma yelled after him as he left, but he was already gone. He ran down into the kitchen, a huge smile on face. "Tada!" he said excitedly, holding his arm out for Greyson to see.

"Sorry," Emma said, cleaning up the mess and throwing away the band aid wrappers.

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"Carbs are good for the soul. Especially on days like this." Jessa said with a comforting smile. She might as well be happy now that other people were here. No need to bring people down who were already dealing with their own shit. It seemed like everyone that lived here was having one of those days where nothing went right. Even Skyler and Aspen - who should have been home by now, but were not. That was a little concerning, but she brushed it off. People came home during all hours of the night at this house.

"I don't think drugs will fix anything this time." She told Greyson with a shrug. "But what does it matter anyway? He's just another guy." Those words stung to say, but what evidence did she have to prove he was any different? To make her statement a little lighter she added: "I'll just be a lesbian or something." And she laughed.

It was then that a child appeared in the kitchen. A small child, one who could be easily crushed by a falling bookshelf or something. Jessa's jaw nearly fell off. Kids and The Firehouse just didn't mix. There were drugs, glass, pointy objects, and absolutely nothing that would interest a toddler. It had just waltzed right in there like it owned the place and obviously like it knew Grey. She stared from the grown adult male to the miniature version of him. Why the fuck was there a two year old in the kitchen with a bandaged arm?

"Greyson, there's a baby in the kitchen. Why is there a baby in the kitchen?" She glanced over at the numerous empty beer bottles and half smoked cigarettes. Oh, and the vast amounts of hard liquor everywhere else. Could a kid even breathe in here without dying or seriously injuring itself? "Maybe its not a baby. Just a young looking...dwarf. Tell me its a small dwarf of legal age and that we're not going to have child services bust in here like the Kool-Aid man. I mean, it already hurt its arm. This is not a safe place for children." Of course had whispered this all to Greyson so the kid wouldn't hear. Funny, she was so freaked out about the little kids safety while she was planning on aborting her own tomorrow.

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Greyson laughed, despite not believing her 'he's just another guy' thing. He wasn't going to jump to conclusions. Maybe they didn't love each other like people would in a mature, non-screwed-up relationship, but something obviously happened to send her to kitchen, eating problems away. Hmm. Was he doing the same thing? Carbs did make everything better, though, he did agree with that. And Grey also liked any kind of sour candy. If he wasn't here dealing with things, he'd probably be at the nearest gas station taking some. Er, he could buy it, but money shouldn't be put to waste on candy, now should it? Grey listened to her next statement and smiled some more. He couldn't imagine anyone at the Firehouse being gay or lesbian. Maybe it was all the drugs and hooking up that seemed to go on. Thinking about it, he wondered if either of those things could've led to the tension between Zack and Jessa.

Having sex obviously worked out perfect for him and Emma.

Suddenly the look on Jessa's face made him go cold on the inside. What the hell? He heard little foot steps, saw Colby come right up to him out of the corner of his eye, and exclaim 'tada!' Was it making the situation weird that Greyson was so silent? He didn't even want to look down at the little boy, holding out his newly bandaged arm for the world to see. "Uh," he mumbled, backing away from Jessa a few steps and running his hand through his hair again. If he made the ordeal go any longer, she'd probably suspect something was up. Hell, he'd be thinking something weird was going on,too.

Fuck, why wasn't Emma watching him? Greyson couldn't help but get a little frustrated at the situation. Colby was apparently running about the place as if he were a native. H wasn't. He couldn't handle himself around here. Crap, he hadn't answered Jessa. Wait, was he suppost to know if a kid was in the Firehouse or not? He could very well deny knowing anything. But that would bring up just as many questions, like, 'why are you lying, Grey?' He took the little boys good arm and forced a rather shaky shrug. "I- I-" what was he suppost to say to her? It seemed everything regarding Emma and Colby turned his mind to dust and eliminated any speaking ability he had. And, honestly, he didn't plan on telling anyone, not this early. He would've liked to get his own shit together before this happened. "I know him," there, that was vague enough, right? Grey lead the kid out of the room as quick as he could, making his way toward the bathroom.

"Emma, I don't know w-" he looked up to find not just Emma, but Zack, in the bathroom, him staring at her, she was cleaning. "Dammit, who the fuck else is here that I don't know about?" he shouted, not meaning to broadcast his thoughts like that. It just slipped out. But he was tired of so many surprises.

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Emma turned to face the door blocked by the brown haired boy when she heard Greyson coming up the door. She knew Colby had run down to him, but it hadn't even occurred to her that there might be anyone else home. There was no doubt in her mind though that Greyson didn't want his friends to know about Colby. Should she pretend to have just met him at the park? He could have seen Colby fall and offered his bathroom as a place to clean up, right? That seemed like the best plan. Well it did, until he screamed about not knowing people were there. His friends meeting a random stranger wouldn't be enough to cause that much of a reaction.

Emma made this mess, it was her job to clean it up. She just wasn't sure how. "Okay, well I think we should get going now, huh Colby? Thanks so much for letting us use your bathroom to clean him up, especially after I just barged in here earlier." She smiled at Greyson, hoping he would just understand her plan. He used to understand pretty much everything, but that was years ago. Besides, his friend buying the story was more important than Greyson picking up on it right away. "You should really come visit some time by the way, everyone back in town misses you."

She gave him a quick hug, hoping it looked like they were just old friends. Emma picked up Colby and gave the brown haired boy a quick smile before heading down the stairs. It was getting late anyways. "Oh, let me give you my number in case you're ever in town." She said, picking up the first pen she saw and writing her number nicely on a scrap of paper she found in her pocket. Emma hoped he would use it, although it didn't seem likely after the way she single-handedly tore the day to pieces.

"Bye Grey!" Colby said, clenching and expanding his fist as a means of waving goodbye.

Emma didn't have the slightest idea were Tyler was. No one would do anything if she had a kid with her though, right? It couldn't be that bad of a neighborhood. Outside the sky was a dark black. Emma glanced down at Colby as she started down the stairs, but he was already fast asleep in her arms. It was always amazing to her how quickly he could go from wide awake to dead asleep.

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What the hell? was the first thing to pop into Zack's mind. It was like a weird De-Ja-Vu, the same kid, the same girl from earlier, but they were together? Zack barely had time to process anything before the little boy raced out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Was he just tripping out? The girl apologized for being in the way and all he could managed to mumble was a quick sorry. He hadn't meant to intrude on the girl, but he was really confused as to why they were there. Bringing a child into a place like this? It wasn't exactly the brightest idea, especially considering the girl was standing over the stash of drugs in the floor beneath her.

Zack quickly glanced at his hiding spot before hearing Greyson's voice shout behind him. It startled him enough for the lanky boy to turn around sharply. It must have been Grey who knew the two unusual guests that were in the bathroom. It must have been an awkward sight, Zack standing there all bugged out, no shirt, smoke hanging from his mouth, seemingly staring at the girl. Zack' palm went to his forehead. Leave it to him to appear like a sexual deviant when he was really staring off into space. No one seemed to noticed him really, the girl was intent on Greyson. She looked nervous, though who wouldn't be in a place like this. She seemed far to normal for the drugs, the liquor, the sex and everything in between that happened there.

She quickly said her goodbyes to Grey before giving Zack a shy smile and scooping the little boy in her arms. The little boy began to wave to Grey as the girl began her decent down the stairs. It was already nightfall, Zack noted as he peered down the hall. He hated to admit it but it was much more dangerous outside now than it was in her, especially for a pretty girl like her and a young child.

Before even thinking he called out to her "Hey, wait! his voice began, forgetting he was attempting to not let Jessa know his presence. He lowered his voice "Look, I don't know you but it's too dangerous for you to be out in a neighborhood like this. I mean, uh...especially with the kid," he nodded towards the boy. "You should stay here the night, at least for the kid's sake." He noticed an uncomfortable Grey standing beside him before Zack dug his elbow into his ribs as a not-so subtle hint. He had no idea what relationship Grey had with the pair, but even he had to know it wasn't a good idea to leave at this time. It was pretty ironic, Zack's mind came back to life, that he was worried about this child more than his own.

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Emma froze. Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to come up with a reason leave. If it was really as dangerous as he made it sound though, leaving probably wasn't the best option. Granted, staying wasn't much of an option either. With a forced smile planted on her face, Emma turned back around to face the boy who had just spoke. What could she possibly say.

"Oh, I think I've already been enough of a burden today." She said. The boy, who had just nudged Grey in the ribs, would probably assume she just meant borrowing their bathroom or something, but she meant so much more. Starting from the moment she barged back into his life, Emma had been nothing but a burden. Bringing a two year old son into his life, blaming him for her problems. Then again, what else could possibly go wrong after all that? Things couldn't really get any worse.

Colby fidgeted a little in her arms, but he was still fast asleep. Staying here with all the smoking probably wouldn't be very good for him. Plus, if she stayed, they would probably have to give at least some explanation as to who she was to his friends. She wasn't even really sure who she was to him anymore. He had told Colby they were friends, but that clearly wasn't true. She looked at Greyson for his opinion, hoping he would have a definite answer when she couldn't come up with one.