"𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 wasn't the only one who was left at Fezco's house that day. With Ash was there with freshly fourteen-year-old Zoey.

I know what you're thinkin' .

"what is a fourteen-year-old doing with a baby?"

well, she was his mother. I didn't know the full story- only what Fezco told me. One day he walked into a room with a fragile-looking teen with a big bruise under her eye bouncing a red-face crying baby.

She seemed to not know what she was doing or that's what it looked like. Her brown hair look matted and untamed, she looked dead. Fezco wasn't the only one to notice.  His grandma kept glancing at the girl as if she knew her from somewhere .

That day she had made an interesting trade. The girl and the baby plus eighty dollars. I didn't want to believe it when he told me, I actually laughed. But when I saw Fez's straight deadpanned face I said;

'oh shit, your fucking seriously!' "

ᴢᴏᴇʏ ᴏ'ɴᴇɪʟ

ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴀ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏɴᴇ

ᴀꜱʜᴛᴏɴ 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 ᴏ'ɴᴇɪʟ

ᴊᴀᴠᴏɴ ᴡᴀʟᴛᴏɴ

ᴛᴀʟᴜʟᴀʜ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 ᴏ'ɴᴇɪʟ

ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟᴇʀ!

ꜰᴇᴢᴄᴏ 𝐅𝐄𝐙 ᴏ'ɴᴇɪʟ

ᴀɴɢᴜꜱ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ

*𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆*

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒:
murder, talks of murder, guardian abuse, child neglect, teen pregnancy, talk of abortion, drug abuse, drug use/dealing, sexism, homophobia, harassment , stalking, and the jacobs family