#some kids are being thrown around and hit and assualted and like.

[procrastinatorimagines]

Okay Part 2

Fandom: Chicago Fire / One Chicago / Chicago PD

Series: Okay

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 (Final)

Character/s: Halstead!Reader, eventual Casey x Reader

Warning/s: fire, mentions of kidnapping/assualt

Word Count: 3,445

Summary: Reader had a comfortable life in Chicago and worked a safe job at a library in town, but her life was thrown upside down when she got kidnapped on her way home from work by people who wanted revenge against her brother Jay Halstead. Now that she’s recovered she’s decided to become a firefighter, determined to help people the way she’d been helped when she needed it, but nobody said it was going to be easy.

You hadn’t expected it to be easy, but the fire academy had been brutal. It didn’t matter though, you’d appreciated every second, and you felt like you were finally ready to take the next step, move past what had happened to you and take charge of your life. 

Stepping into Firehouse 51, uniform on, you felt like you were where you were supposed to be. Your wounds had healed, but you still had a scare from where you’d been shot, a reminder of what you’d survived, and no matter how worried Jay and Will were about your first shift, you couldn’t keep being a librarian like nothing had happened. You’d been kidnapped, beaten, shot and left to die in a fire, you had to believe that the fact that you’d survived meant something, that there was a reason you were still here. 

So you’d decided that that reason was to do more with your life, make a real difference. Save people, like your brother’s did, like you had been.

“Well if it isn’t the new candidate,” you heard from your left, turning to see Herrmann heading towards to meet you as you made your way to your first briefing. 

“Hey Herrmann,” you smiled, but he didn’t match your expression, scowling slightly at you instead.

“That’s Lieutenant to you candidate, and don’t you forget it,” he informed you. You thought about laughing, but the look on his face said that wasn’t wise, you you straightened up and cleared your throat, apologising to him and using the correct title as you walked in to the briefing.

“51-” Boden began as you both walked in, offering you a much more welcoming smile than Herrmann, addressing the rest of the house, your new house, as you went to take a seat.

You paused mid way through sitting as the alarms sounded however, fire in a household a few blocks away. Everyone from Truck jumped to their feet as Boden sighed, a few people giving you welcome nods and pats on the back as you joined the others on their way to the rig, the realisation that you were now part of Truck hitting you on your way - so much for any easing in you might have wanted on your first day.

Getting your gear on was easy, you’d practiced doing it in private hundreds of times so you wouldn’t be the last one ready, climbing into the truck as Stella got ready to drive, taking off with sirens blaring when everyone else had climbed in.

“Welcome to 51 candidate,” Casey said, patting you on the leg as you subconsciously fiddled with the zip on your jacket, “hope you’re ready.”

“Of course Captain,” you told him, hoping that by saying it outloud you’d speak it into existence, realising that all your months of training had been leading up to this moment, God you couldn’t blow this now.

You arrived at the scene shortly, Truck pulling up behind Ambo 61 outside the burning building, everybody jumping out as Casey surveyed the scene before you. You heard Boden pull up and discuss options with the him, probably wanting to at least check in on the new candidate on her first call, but you couldn’t take your eyes of the fire.

It couldn’t have started long ago, but it had clearly spread fast, dark grey smoke rolling out chimney as flames flicked out from the windows, had it already jumped to the second floor? You’d have less time inside than usual.

“My daughter! Lily!” A woman screamed, dressing gown black with smoke as she coughed, a man equally as smokey desperately trying to hold her back from running in to the fire.

“Ma’am!” Casey yelled, heading over, “ma’am!” He repeated, finally getting her attention as she practically fell into him, grabbing his jacket frantically.

“My daughter! You have to get my Lily! I went to the neighbour’s for a chat, I was right next door and she was asleep, I don’t know what happened but please my daughter is in there!” She pleaded, the man next to her being the neighbour, you realised. 

“Right, is there anyone else in there?” Casey looked to her, then the fire, and then back.

“No, no it’s just her, please hurry!” She all but collapsed, her neighbour trying to keep her upright as Sylvie went to check on her. You could barely take your eyes of off the poor woman, how terrified she was for her little girl.

“Okay Truck listen up!” Casey call you all to attention, “I don’t like the look of these flames, so I want us to be quick, but you know how kids can be with hiding, so I want Gallo and Kidd sweeping the downstairs, Halstead I want you with me on the top floor, let’s find this little girl and get out before that smoke goes black. Everyone else get the hose ready, I want you to hit it as soon as we get out so it doesn’t jump to any of the nearby houses,” he ordered as you scrambled to but on your gear, securely fastening your mask and oxygen as your mind raced. 

Your first fire. Well, not exactly your first, your mind wandered unhelpfully as you tried to block out the memories of your kidnapping, turning quickly back to where the others were readying to enter the house. 

“Ready?” Casey double checked, allowing Gallo and Kidd to enter first. You gave him a thumbs up, not trusting your voice as he led you inside, veering for the stairs straightaway as the other two swept downstairs. 

It was hot. So hot. You’d trained in these circumstances, but there had obviously never actually been a person in real danger then, and this little girl was. You took short breaths, not wanting to use up too much of your oxygen as you reached the landing, walking slowly as the smoke got thicker, Casey feeling a head as you made your way to the first rooms. 

“Fire department, call out!” He yelled, opening the nearest door, the master bedroom, as you took the room directly opposite, the bathroom, both were empty. The next room looked like an office of some sort, boxes and paint in the corner like it was about to be redecorated, but still no sign of the little girl. Still, you hadn’t gotten to her bedroom yet.

The last room down the hall must have been hers, the flower stickers peeling on the door was a bit of a give away. Casey went first, calling out yet again as you hung back slightly, finding it a little hard to breath. Quickly checking your oxygen you realised that it had plenty left, so why couldn’t you breath?

You took a step and had to lean against the doorway, the smoke and heat feeling far too familiar as you fought to keep yourself calm and focused. Casey noticed finally as she did a sweep of the room, standing up from looking under the bed to see your legs about to give way.

“Hey! Candidate, what are you doing?” He asked as panic started to rise, opening your mouth to answer him but no sound came out. He made he way to you quickly, well aware that you were on a clock. “Halstead, Y/N, look at me,” His voice was softer now as he put a hand on your arm and you willed yourself to look at him.

“I’m sorry-” you choked out, the feeling of being trapped in a buring building creeping into every part of you as memories of your kidnapping came flooding back.

“Y/N, breath, you have to breath, you’re fine okay, you’re safe,” he reassured you, keeping his hand on your shoulder as he turned on his radio. “Gallo, Kidd, any luck finding the girl? The upper floor’s clear.” Casey hadn’t found her in here, you realised, maybe she’d gotten out already.

Taking a few shaky breaths you tried to ground yourself, reminding yourself that you were in control, you were a firefighter now, this was your job, lives depended on it. God you had to pull yourself together, this was so not the time or the place for a panic attack. You’d only had one since that day, and it hadn’t even been in the academy or training, it had been walking back to your car from your last shift at the library and a guy in a van had pulled up beside you. He’d only wanted directions, but you’d made your way to the car and had a breakdown.

You couldn’t be doing this right now, it was your first shift, first call. “Negative Cap, she isn’t down here either,” Kidd radioed back.

“Okay, get out of here, this smoke is turning a colour that I do not like,��� Boden instructed. Casey looked at you, searching your face as you managed to push yourself up off of the door frame.

“Let’s go,” he said and you swallowed hard, trying to snap out of your panic, this building starting to look more and more like the one you were trapped in as it burned around you. You took a few steps on shaky knees, glad Casey was a head of you so he didn’t see how badly you were affected by this. 

You made it to the stairs before you stumbled into the bannister, Casey looking back at you in alarm as you found yourself paralysed with fear, staring down at the fire consuming your way to the exit. You could make it, you knew that, but you fear was making it look impossible right now, your limbs as stuck as they had been when you’d tried to crawl to safety in that burning basement, your shoulder burning like you’d been shot all over again.

“Y/N!” Casey was worried now as he approached you, glancing back down to the front door. You could see the way out, but your legs wouldn’t let you get here. “Y/N, we have to go, now!” It had been like this last time too, you remembered, unable to move as Casey had carried you to safety. But he wasn’t supposed to be saving you, you were a firefighter now, you were supposed to be working with him, it was your job now.

Maybe this had been a bad idea, you thought, the library had been safer than this, whatever had happened that day, maybe you weren’t cut out for this. 

Casey was still looking at you in alarm as you rose to your feet, willing yourself to at least make it outside, pausing again when you heard something. Casey stopped again, opening his mouth to say something when you put your hand out to stop him, shaking your head as you strained your ear, fighting to focus through the sound of the first and the sound of your own thoughts. Was that a cry?

Taking a breath you straightened up again, hearing that cry again as you made your way back to the office. Casey followed after you, shouting to ask you what you were doing, that it was time to go, but you could barely hear him, so focused on that crying, couldn’t he hear it? ... Was it just in your head?

Opening the door again it was louder, Casey pausing now as he heard it too, your mind clearing with your singular focus on this child, the reason you were even here in the first place coming back to you enough to steady yourself. 

“Lily!” You called out, hearing a cry again as you ran to the desk in the corner, Casey joined you but you both saw nothing underneath it. Both of you looked around frantically.

“Casey, what’s the hold up?” Boden voiced over comms.

“I think we got something in here Chief,” Casey replied as you noticed something at the side of the desk, scratches on the wall, like something had been moved against it, kneeling down you felt similar indents on the wooden floor. 

“You have a minute, this place is going Casey,” Boden warned, knowing that he wouldn’t have left right now anyway, not if the little girl had been here, but you could tell from the sound of his voice that this was serious. 

“Casey, look at this,” you got his attention as you pulled on the side of the desk, he joined you to make it go quicker, shoving it out the way to reveal a little... door?

With a confused and worried glance to each other you and Casey pulled open the door, revealing a scared little girl curled up in a ball, stuffed bear held so tightly to her chest her knuckles had gone while, shaking with fear. 

“We got her Chief,” Casey radioed, breathing a sigh of relief as you tried to coax the timid girl out. What the hell was she doing back there? 

“It’s okay, it’s Lily isn’t it?” You asked gently and she nodded slightly, coughing as you held out your hand. “It’s okay Lily, I’m here to get you out, you’re going to be okay.” She coughed again, violently, the smoke filling the room quicker than you’d anticipated as she carefully took your hand. You pulled her out as quickly but carefully as you could as Casey surveyed the fire. 

She wrapped her arms around you with more strength than you expected for a girl that looked around 6 or 7, holding her closely to you as you opened part of your jacket, sheilding her with it the best you could as you made it out onto the landing.

“Stairs are not good,” Casey told you, turning back from where fire had consumed the entire landing, hurriedly directing you back into the room.

“Cheif we’re going to need a ladder to the front left side,” he informed Boden, shutting the main door and opening the window, waving out to where a ladder was being brought around. 

Lily coughed again and you crouched back down, making the decision to remove your mask and put it on her. “Take slow, deep breaths,” you said to her as Casey watched you, knowing you were breaking protocol but at this point your main priority was the girl.

With the mask off it all felt so similar, the heat, the smoke, the feeling like your lungs were on fire as you stayed low to the floor, watching Lily grip the mask with one hand and her bear with the other. And there was a smell... a smell that took you right back to that basement but...

The ladder came quickly and Casey snapped you out of your thoughts, making you go down with Lily first. Your legs were surprisingly steady as you climbed, the fresh air hitting you with such relief that you nearly cried.

Making it to the bottom you did nearly stumble, quickly catching yourself as you brought Lily over to Brett and Foster, her mother running to her straight away, thanking both you and Casey as he joined you at the bottom.

“Hit it!” Casey called to the men on the hoses as the house was doused with water. You made it back to the Truck before you had to lean against it, breathing in the fresh air like you’d just been underwater. Casey had followed you, standing a little bit away while you steadied your breathing. 

You looked to him apologetically, knowing you’d screwed up in there. “You alright?” He asked you, surveying you carefully. 

“Sorry,” you said, looking to the ground as he closed the distance between the two of you, clapping you on the back.

“For what, saving a little girl?” He smiled slightly, knowing full well what you meant.

“I froze Casey, panicked, I just felt like I was back in that fire and I- I locked up,” you poured out your feelings, a tear slipping down your cheek as Casey listened, “I thought I could do this, but I don’t think- I was a mess in there, I’m not sure I’m strong enough to do this, capable enough-”

“Stop.” Casey cut you off, putting a hand on both your shoulders as he made you look him in the eyes. “You saved that little girl.”

“I-” you started, not feeling like you’d done much more than slow down the actual search. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a mess, Casey would have found her sooner. 

Casey cut you off immediately, pointing to where Lily was being treated by the paramedics. “You saved her.”

“Any firefighter could have done that, anyone could have done that, without breaking down like I did,” you argued. Saving people was part of the job, it didn’t make you special, Casey did this kind of thing all the time without freaking out.

“Sure, but they didn’t, Y/N, most people don’t, ever,” he said with a little bit of force, like he was trying to get you to snap out of it. “Y/N, most people never do this kind of thing, it takes a certain kind of person to do what you did, to do what we do, you heard her cry before I did, found that room before I did, and sure, you panicked, but it was your first call on your first shift, you’re new, but you overcame that to save a life, and that’s the kind of instinct they don’t teach at the academy, it’s what makes you a Halstead, and it’s the kind of thing that makes me glad to have you on my Truck,” Casey finished and you swallowed, taking in his words as the hoses and the fire died down. 

You became a firefighter to save lives, to make a difference, to take charge of your life. And Casey was right, you’d fallen down before, made mistakes, but you’d always got back up, hell, you’d been kidnapped and then got back up and joined the fire department. You had to see it through, you didn’t want to go back now, you couldn’t. 

With a nod Casey took a step back, accepting that you’d heard him as the others came back to the Truck, congratulating you on your first fire as the ambo drove off, Lily and her mother inside. 

Even though you still couldn’t get the first out of your head, that room, that smell, those feelings... you got back into the Truck with the others as you headed back to the station. You’d survived your first fire, barely.

There were relatively few calls the rest of the day, a couple of car accidents and a man tangled in some cables, but mercifully, no more fires. So, despite a rocky start, it hadn’t been a bad shift, maybe you would get the hang of this afterall, what Casey had said had definitely helped you with that.

You were heading out with Kidd when Casey called you back. “Hey, Y/N, you got a sec before you leave?” You told Kidd you’d meet her at Molly’s, they were taking you to celebrate your first shift, and you followed him into Boden’s office. 

Severide and Herrmann were there too, and they all looked serious. “What’s going on?” You asked as you put your bag down at the side.

“Discussing this morning’s fire, it was off, way off,” Casey said and you couldn’t have agreed more, you’d been thinking about it all day.

“What the hell was that room?” You voiced out loud, it was too small and too hidden to have been anything normal.

“We want to hear your thoughts on it,” Boden told you and you thought.

“Me and Casey both had to pull that desk to move it away, there was no way that little girl had done it, someone else had to have put her in there,” you mused and the others looked to each other in agreement, clearly Casey had thought the same thing.

“Anything else?” Severide asked and you thought back to that smell.

“It smelled the same,” you mumbled, elaborating when you saw the confused looks on their faces, “sorry, the house, when I took off my mask to give it to Lily, it smelled like the basement, the one I was trapped in.”

“An accellerant,” Severide finished for you, leaning forward in his chair and putting his hands to his chin, thinking.

“It would explain why it burned so quickly,” Casey said.

“Someone torched that house,” Boden voiced to no one in particular, saying what you’d all already suspected.

“Someone tried to kill that kid,” you realised, your heart sinking. Who would do something like that? You didn’t know, but you were sure as hell going to find out.

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Black Leather - Chapter 13

Warnings: Aftermath of Sexual Assualt

Sleep had been a bitch all night; which means to say that it’d run away from me nipping and screaming whilst the shadow of Billy had loomed over me all night like a malevolent spectre.

If I had to put a number on it; I’d say I slept maybe four hours, and that was including dad’s untimely interruption, because of course; he had to piss off the only person capable of opening the door from the comfort of her room.

That; and the fact that he was so damn paranoid that we had to have a minimum of three locks on the door at all times, meant that I had to go let him in.

He’d been surprised; of course. Expected me to still be partying it up at Tina’s, three sheets to the wind and with no intention of returning home anytime soon.

Proves how much attention he paid to my drinking habits; if he knew anything about me, he would’ve guessed that Tina’s annual Halloween bash was the last place I’d want to be spending my weekend.

Even with his relentless stream of questions following me back to my room; I had no intention to answer any of them. If he’d just kept his nose out and let me stay home; none of this would’ve happened.

But no; he had to play tough father for one night and expect me to ‘act like a man’, despite his near constant insistence that I was still his little girl.

Hypocrisy never was a good disciplinary tactic, and dad’s idea of parenting more often than not aligned with his training of rookie cops.

Tough love did not sum it up, and I often had to remind him I was his daughter and not a suspect to be interrogated.

If he could just listen to me just once; than maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess with Billy, maybe he wouldn’t have...

No. I couldn’t think of that again; even after I’d sobbed myself to sleep, feeling so much like a stupid little girl that for the first time in nearly ten years; I found myself wanting my mom.

I hadn’t thought about her properly in years; both me and dad actively avoided it to be honest. Too many sour memories; too many late night arguments filled with words we’d both regret.

I missed her; of course, but I’d accepted that she was gone long ago; just like I had with Sara.

Dad had found that harder; his dreams too easily troubled by the things he wished he had said, things he had wished he had done.

I slept easier; the ignorance of my relative youth at the time, a better shield against regret.

Still; there was times in my life that I longed for my mother’s love.

For the sound words of advice and the gentle understanding that was so important between mother and daughter in her blossoming teenage years.

Like your first dance, when she’d take you to pick your dress and braid your hair; telling you you looked so pretty, just like a princess.

My dad bought me a dress; of course, left me traipsing through half of the strip mall to find the right one. But I’d struggled with my hair alone, eventually leaving it in its usual messy curls, because dad said I looked like a proper punk rocker.

I missed her when I first went to the movies with Steve; faking smiles whilst I was quietly terrified, because something had changed between us, and it wasn’t just the six inches he’d managed to grow over the summer whilst he was away at camp.

Dad was terrible with feelings; even worse when they involved boys, so he’d been no help there.

I’d missed just being able to talk to her; to gush about stupid teenage crushes on a boy who’d never be more than my best friend, who still called me beautiful when I’d thrown up in the popcorn bucket, blaming it on menstrual cramps.

I’d missed her more than anything last night, sobbing silently into my pillow, because I was terrified that I might wake my dad up; terrified that he might ask what’s wrong, and I’d have to tell him. I’d have to come clean about the shame that hung over me like a dark cloud; that dripped down my thighs in a guilty shimmer, baring itself for the world to see.

I’d needed her then; the cold comfort of her stroking my hair and telling me it’s gonna be okay, even if we both know it’s not, because she understood.

She understood what it was like to be a girl in this world.

To have all your expectations and worth measured up by what you could fit between your legs.

I’d missed my mom, but she wasn’t coming back, no matter how much I pined for her.

The sunlight seemed especially harsh as it seeped in through the holes of my fraying drapes; my mind reacting as if it had a hangover, despite me having not touched more than a couple of drinks last night.

Part of my mind theorised that my drink might’ve been spiked. At least that would’ve given me a scapegoat for what happened with Billy; and damnit, I was thinking about him again.

I thought that this was meant to be easier in the sober light of day, but apparently I had been wrong about that too.

A large part of me was tempted just to turn over and spend the day in bed, but that would’ve aroused too much of dad’s suspicion and no doubt he’d find out the truth; and the truth was something I was determined to never see the light of day.

So instead I hauled myself out of bed, ever thankful that the ache between my legs had faded, even if my bruises hadn’t.

Those bad boys were looking particularly impressive today, blending into a myriad of violets and indigos that was sure to rival even the most battered of mugging victims.

It was gonna take a hell of a lot of concealer to cover those suckers up, and I wasn’t quite sure I had the patience, nor the supplies to do it.

I suppose I could always wear a sweater, though that would be ridiculously out of character for me and would definitely arouse my dad’s suspicion more than if I’d walked out of my room with a sign around my neck that said “GUILTY”.  

So I elected to plead the fifth to all summons from my self decided prison cell and took the coward’s way out, hiding out in my room until I was risking yet another tardiness slip from Ms McKinley.

I could hear yelling outside my room; El and dad were arguing again, a sound that was strangely reminiscent of myself at her age.

It wasn’t the kid’s fault. She was going stir crazy, being locked up like a dog in a cage; it only made sense that she’d lash out. He couldn’t keep her prisoner here; no matter how much he feared for her safety in the outside world.

She was a kid; for Christ’s sake, not a pet.

She needed to go outside and feel the sun on her face, spend some time with some kids her own age, instead of hiding in the dark watching cartoon reruns till all hours of the night.

But still, try telling my dad that. He wouldn’t hear it. Being seen outside was an unnecessary risk, and taking risks were stupid; “and we are not stupid.”

Give me a fucking break.

A door slammed, and I knew that Eleven had locked herself in her room, judging by the fact my dad hadn’t raced out of the house like a filly in the Kentucky Derby.

Dad was still yelling, but that was to be expected. He hardly ever relented on having the last word; too goddamn stubborn to let it be otherwise.

I emerged from my room, hoping that he’d be so busy with the current focus of his ire that I’d be able to slip out unseen. Good fucking plan that was.

“Oh; look who decided to show her face now!” My dad spat with all the cold spite of a washed up forty year old with two rebellious teenagers.

I cut him some slack and ignored him, knowing this was one grenade he really didn’t wanna pull the pin out of.

Instead I swept over to the kitchen table, snatching my jacket off the chair in a clear display that I was not in the mood for his shit today.

“So you’re brooding too?” He queried; clearly not getting the message that he was walking on thin ice, and my calm demeanour was really beginning to crack under the poking of his jibes.

I snatched my keys up off the tabletop, ignoring him more for his sake than mine, because if I blew; I was gonna go full on Armageddon on this bitch.

“It’s so nice to be surrounded by such lovely teenagers...” He spat, but I really didn’t need to stand around here and listen to his bitching.

He thought dealing with a barely pubescent kid was hard; he should try dealing with a hormonal meathead twice his size who wouldn’t take no as an answer.

So I stormed out of the house, slamming the door in his face in what must’ve been becoming a familiar experience for him, before making my way over to my bike.

I might not be able to outrun my problems, but when I knew I could hit 120 on my Triumph; I sure as hell was gonna try.

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I arrived at school ten minutes earlier than expected, but that was probably due to the three red lights I’d ran on the way over.

I mean; it’s not like I was gonna get arrested. I was the chief’s daughter for Christ’s sake; the most I’d get is a ticket.

My dad would chew me out about it, but I really didn’t care; if he wanted to talk to me about responsibility, he should’ve considered that before he’d forgotten about the thirteen year old waiting alone in our cabin on Halloween whilst he played Magnum half the night.

I’d pulled up in the parking lot, yanking my helmet off and tossing it onto the back of my bike, before marching into school like I was running drills because I was still steaming over how he acted this morning.

The fucking nerve to have a go at me, when he was the one continuously neglecting his parental responsibilities.

I know it wasn’t socially acceptable to hit your dad, but I swear to God...

“Whore...” Sneered a voice, and at first I thought I was hearing things, because someone sure as hell wasn’t saying that to me.

I ignored it, continuing striding through the halls as I made a beeline for my locker.

“Like a fucking hooker...” Another murmur cut through the bustle of the hallway chatter, and this time I knew I wasn’t imagining it.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Alex Kaplinsky and one of his basketball buds snickering as they walked down the hall, grins and eyes flickering in my direction.

Since when did these dicks grow balls?

Seems like everyone had heard about my eventful night at Tina’s, even the kids who hadn’t been there judging by the nasally snorts coming from Nora Pierson and the rest of the debate team.

And of course, as it was whenever someone who garnered even the slightest amount of respect in this school did something risqué; it was the hot topic of the hour, whispers and giggles following me through the halls.

I tried to ignore it; I really did.

Why should I give a flying fuck what the brain dead populous of Hawkins High thought about my sex life?

It’s not like they didn’t do it anyway; regurgitating wild rumours varying from me to being a downright prude, to me fucking half the cheerleading team, because of course; when a girl says she’d rather gag herself with a spoon than suck you off, she’s gotta be batting for the other team.

The most recent and popular spin of the rumour mill this month would’ve been a recycled story that I was Harrington’s bit on the side for when he got bored of Nancy; something that had been circulating on and off for about three years whenever everyone decided the tantalising thought of the lesbian virgin seemed too far fetched.

That all heated up with the arrival of Billy; creating the teen movie love triangle I never wanted.

Everyone secretly pinned their bets on their favourite, though Billy clearly was the front runner; all testosterone and muscle, and now with a pair of my ruined panties in his belt, Steve really was lagging behind.

I held my head high as I reached the final stretch to my locker; the place I knew I’d come across the majority of first hand witnesses from the party.

“Such a slut...” Hissed a smirking Tina to an equally venomous Ally; both of them staring at me and gossiping like I’d just decided to become a prostitute.

Gone was Tina’s fake smiles; no longer having to commit to the act of gracious host, returning to her former role of cheerleading captain and Hawkins High’s resident bitch.

They were just bitter; angry that with all their skimpy spandex and neon eyeshadow, Billy had still passed over them like they were yesterday’s cafeteria lunch.

Well; fuck ‘em both.

I never cared about the thoughts of Tina or Aly; they both despised me anyway. Forcing fake smiles in front of Steve; only to talk shit about me later.

Fuck Tina and Ally, and fuck anyone else who thought they could judge me.

I’d almost reached my locker; I could see Steve’s ridiculous hair rising above the crowd at the opposite end of the hallway, a clear signifier that my walk of shame was almost over.

“Hey Lola. Got time for another dance partner?”Chirped the voice of Tommy H, and normally I’d be seconds away from gaining myself a collection of molars, but instead I nearly jumped out of my skin, because where the vultures circle; the lions can never be far off.

But lucky or unlucky; I couldn’t decide, it was just Carol and Tommy cackling like the perfect pair of hyenas. I didn’t even say anything in response; fucking weak.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Since when could I be snickered into submission by Tommy H?

Well; since his mullet headed idol decided to make a sideshow of me, that’s when.

Jesus; when would this day be over?

I’d only been in school for less than ten minutes and already I was torn between leaving and never coming back, and burning the place down, or some strange combination of the both.

If I saw Billy Hargrove today; I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from knocking him into next week! The slimy fucking bastard!

But I had to hold back; from slaughtering Billy and everyone else who dared snicker at me in the hallways, because I could see Steve clearly now; tall lanky form peering into his locker as if the whole world went straight over his head.

I strode up to my locker and immediately set to work on opening it; happy to let Steve remain in whatever little fantasy filled that pretty head of his. He didn’t need my venom; he’d done enough for me.

“Hopper...” He purred, and without even looking up from my locker, I could sense the smirk on his face; our normal playful banter routine resuming with clockwork regularity.

“Steve; I really don’t have time for this today.” I sighed impatiently; both irritated by his easygoing nature, yet strangely jealous that he could just assume normality with such little effort.

Perhaps it’s true what they say; ignorance is bliss, and judging by the carefree smile on his face, Steve was still completely oblivious to today’s rumour mill.

That, or he’d chosen complete denial and ignored the whole thing entirely; though Steve always seemed too much of a hothead for that.

“Lo; are you alright?” Steve asked, concern dripping from his tone as he looked at me with those big doe eyes.

But of course I wasn’t damn alright. I was wrongfully crowned the new reigning slut of Hawkins High, with a fabricated body count rising into the early twenties; all thanks to Billy Hargrove and my inability to handle even a smidgeon of alcohol.

But of course; I couldn’t tell Steve that.

Not when I risked him getting a quick fire concussion at the hands of my least favourite bad boy.

So instead I slammed my locker door; managing to growl a thoroughly unconvincing “just peachy...” through gritted teeth.

Peachy or not; my locker really didn’t fucking care, refusing to shut itself despite me slamming it with all the force of the five hundred backhand slaps Billy and his cohorts had long been overdue.

“Here, Lo; let me help with that...” Steve offered, reaching across with all the casual chivalry I really didn’t need right now.

What I needed was a twenty pound mallet and for Billy Hargrove to keep his head still for a while, but considering that was as likely as the virgin lesbian rumours coming true; I had to settle with taking my anger out on my locker door.

“I’ve got it.” I insisted, slamming the door with even more force this time; so hard that I’m pretty sure it’d leave a dent. It stayed shut this time.

I then turned to make my way to first period algebra, because I knew if I spent another minute with Steve, I’d start taking my anger out on him; and he really didn’t deserve that.

“Wow! Do think she’s pregnant?!” Snickered Ally to Tina as I passed; her complete obliviousness to anything except  fashion magazines astounding me more than ever.

I shot her a set of daggers, because rumours or not; I still had some amount of respect in this school, and damnit; if I wouldn’t use some of that to remind her where to get off.

Ally and Tina both flinched, and although I’d preferred that they scattered like cockroaches in the sunlight; that would have to do.

Fuck this fucking school, fuck Tina and Aly, fuck Tommy H and Carol; but most of all, Fuck Billy Hargrove!

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

The Mayor of NYC just announced about the closing of the school year and how they tried to bridge the,gap for inequality for 6 years

I'm being honest and I'm not talking shit about him or any administration

I'm talking shit about people

This happens all the time. In elementary schools I shit you Not it happened in a 5th grade class room at La Promosa when I was substituting.

Fights and arguments were more common in high schools

In the middle school in 2016 the first month of classes there was 338 fights before classes started. And teachers trying to break it up got hit.

Im not kidding you. I don't live in the ghetto. I live ina community where they pride themselves on being the best and one of the most upper in all ways of the entire state. Where the government and schools work hard for this. They have won all kinds of awards that had absolutely nothing to do with me

I don't do that kind of system. As you see i do equality for police i do earning by deserving by showing workmanship.

But i don't do favor awards because of where i live. I was against Facebook coming to Los Lunas because we don't have a good traffic system. We have extra bad rush hour traffic that can take 3 hours to go 2 miles. So i was against Facebook coming and causing more traffic through town.

But they came and that had absolutely nothing to do with me. No shame. I don't work in the government. And they're only using solar electricity. So im not gonna bitch about it. It is good for the jobs and so on.

I'm just saying i was against it.

Because the point no matter how hard we try for our community or our schools

There's people that will fight for no reason.

So Mayor Bill while you find it painful, you may be saving some people some pain. Children being bullied. Fights such as these being hidden in school bathrooms. And so much more.

Schools were initially designed to be a safe place

But they aren't any more.

So i just wanted to explain that to all of you.

Seriously the middle school in 2016 had in the 2016 to 2017 school year, 74225 fights/arguments of high intensity that caused disruption in the hearts.

My primary school before i became unable to walk was the middle school. But it was heartbreaking.

What I saw was children coming from a home environment with one teacher and a playground.

Now our elementary schools do a block to prepare them for middle school because the change is so disruptive. So starting in 4th to 6th they change classes for certain subjects. But its only about 4 teachers per grade. So and if one is sick or has a sub or something or the teachers decide they don't want to for special projects they stay in their regular class.

Every thing else they had their whole life. Music and art and PE teachers.

Then thrown into 7 different teachers. No play ground. No desks to keep their things. No lockers. Every one new including the school grounds. They have to carry all their stuff all day in book bags.

It is the most inhumane treatment in the world.

And to make matters worse it's when they go through puberty.

I went to that school over all the schools in the district because i knew they needed me. Because they broke my heart. Because they had a constant cloud of darkness over their school.

Because they were in Hell.

Things were so used to. Things we survived. That we dont have the time to take to realize how much trouble the future of our children are in.

Just the way the school system is organized. Elementary. Middle/Intermediate/Jr High. High school.

I saw memes about zombies wanted in this WWIII

Look into the eyes of a child in Jr high. You'll see the walking dead.

I'm not kidding yoh. They tore my soul apart and broke my heart.

Every day i had to go Just to be there. Just to absorb the air. To make it cleaner for another day for them.

Turn out one set of lights. Open the blinds for the sun to come in. Do what i could to allow their brains to receive oxygen

And not neon fluorescent tube light's radiation.

Let their lungs expand and breathe so they could learn.

That is just is a basic.

It didn't help long term. Just a basic band aid.

Then allow them a voice. Allow them to speak on their own.

So, my choice to pay governments to shut down schools of 5 Billion dollars NYC will get...

It is for a reason.

My choice to have children at home worldwide

Is because i saw the suicidal desire in children's eyes. Because just of the change of the ways school systems are established.

Those children need to be home to recover.

They need more help than you will ever know.

They need more hugs and love and home cooked suppers and Happy Meals than you can imagine.

I care about those kids. I care about their parents and guardians. I care if they're homeless and on their own.

I worked plenty of special ed as well as regular education. Special ed was my favorite because they tried to blow through that black cloud every day and they also did it for the people around them

While they're termed stupid and dumb because of their lack of reading or math ability, most are the strongest of all the schools to bring light into the lives of others.

I remember this girl. She looked so dead inside. She walked up to me slow and in pain. "Idk what to do today I can't concentrate. I just don't feel right"

I looked around the room..

"Do you need the nurse?"

"No"

"Well I think you're not going to be okay take your things and go sit over my John. So I don't have to keep yelling at him for talking. Tell him I said to talk to you. He's the kid in the back from here against the wall three seats or rows back however you call them"

At that time i didn't know he was in reading special ed. I had not done his class period yet.

But i felt the most positive energy coming from his area of the room and he looked like the leader of that zone. I worried it was a mistake. That he could lead her astray.

I saw the darkness deepen "i said for her to go over there" the cloud prevented their brains from hearing and processing "HEY! YOU WANNA TALK? TALK TO HER! BECAUSE I SAID OR ILL SEND YOU TO THE PRINCIPAL. OR HEY COME HERE AND ILL EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO YOU"

So he came up "what? Im trying to be good. And she told me i had to talk to her"

"Am i here every day? No I'm not. There's something wrong with her. Its probably something at home that has nothing to do with you. Or maybe her and her friends got into a fight. Whatever. But what i do know is you like being the center of attention and talking a lot. So what i need you to do is talk to her. Not solely but include her in your group. Can you look st her please? Tell me what you see."

"Like she wants to die or some one to take her out and shoot her in the street"

My tears prevented me from saying more "then i think you know how to handle her without doing that. Do you play a lot of video games?"

"I used to. But my mom and dad kept taking it away for me being bad in school. I have it now though i just haven't played in years"

"Well i tell you, John, i think you should start playing more as a reward from me for helping her. And you should tell your parents you're doing well socially. And she should change her seat"

"What do you think has happened to her? Something bad or...?"

"I think she's just alone. Maybe just this class or. What this is right after lunch? She may just being of a social anxiety for leaving her friends from the cafeteria"

His eyes light up "I've been in special ed all my life!! I know exactly what that is!! I can help!! Thank you Miss Teach!!"

I never saw that girl again. She ceased to exist. That class never existed again. It transformed completely into a smiling sunny happy class room. It didn't matter if all the lights were off.

Each and every single child in that room shone with brightness...

It wasn't over night. It took Team Work.

But they worked it. And it worked.

Im not talking shit about the teachers. The teacher gave them work i didn't need to teach. Just work they already knew how. Which gave me the opportunity to look and view the students in a way she didn't have the time or freedom of mind to. A lot of time she just gave them a "catch up day" catch up on old assignments and homework they hadn't turned in. She gave them one every 2 weeks so she didn't have to fail them. So she just added one in or switched it from the regular day. And she had extra credit worksheets for them to do when they finished.

So no matter what you do. There's always gonna be a problem.

Our problem for Quarentine is Essiential workers. They can't stay home. They can't give nor receive the special attention their family and friends deserve.

This is why worldwide people are saluting and applauding and thanking and doing charity for them.

This is why we set aside special vacations and money for them and their families.

Yes you, too, my store workers. Including Wal-Mart. I got shamed yesterday by one of my stout workers i always see in Wal-Mart that goes the extra mile. "What about us. Ain't no one said shit especially you"

He didn't say the word shit but... You know what i mean. It's what i heard.

Which is funny cause the last time i saw him he was stocking toilet paper.

So understand why shutting down the schools is so essiential. Why communities are being paid so much. No community school district is being paid less than $6 million to shut down for the school year.

I want you to understand why.

Because its out of control. Its dangerous. And it is damaging our humans and aliens. And it is damaging our future on Earth to be successful.

So you stressed out moms.. Chill the fuck out.

Please. Please for the love of God.

Assualt your child with a hug. Just grab them and say "i didn't know. I'm here for all those moments you felt alone. Just come and find me and ask to do something together"

Assault them with love.

This is World War 3 people. Get into action!!!