The door slammed behind me and I was out⦠out on my ear, out on my arseā¦whatever.
I was out. I walked a little down the road, stopped, turned.
I want to go back.
I sat down on the cold, damp pavement, my last attempt to stop my feet from walking back to that house.
There's no turning back girl! You hate it there, you know you do!
I recited the familiar words to myself. I'd been in that house for three months and all it brought me was tears... and an idiot boyfriend.
Why is it so hard to leave?
I've done this so many times, you'd think leaving another dull, self-indulged asshole would be a breeze after the first ten times.
Men are knobs!
My skirts soaked through, I can feel the moisture on my buttocks; I hate it when they get cold and go all pink and clammy. A raindrop fell on my head, but I did not move. Slowly, my top turned completely invisible and I have to give up and go home.
It's been another three months since I tried to leave, he didn't even notice I've left.
Dick.
Maybe it's a good thing though...
I'm sitting in the front room, the distillers screaming through the speakers of my over sized stereo; the room is thick with smoke and the smell of dope. I realised I'm a bit high. I chuckled to myself. I love that feeling, suddenly noticing that I haven't got a clue how I got here.
"What's funny?"
I turned to see this annoyingly beautiful face staring curiously at me. She's high too, her pupils were dancing... or was it just my sight going wild.
Wow⦠she's beautiful. Who is she?
"I'm Amber, I work with Steve..."
Did I say that out loud? Maybe she's telepathic...
Your boobs are perfect,
I kept on thinking, wondering if she could read that in my mind too. When she did not react, I deduced that she just guessed my first two thoughts.
"Hi, I'm Rosie." I stammered.
"You're beautiful."
Shit. Great. Well done dick wad! Oh my God⦠please don't run off you amazing woman.
"Wow, thanks.ā I told her instead. āThat's weird I was just thinking the same thing. I mean about you... oopsā¦"
She blushed.
She's cute. I like her. What am I saying? Sheās a complete stranger... this is a girl. Why's she staring like that?
She moved closer and Iāve got this weird feeling wishing that she would not think Iām a dyke.
Am I not?
Steve walked passed me. Some hussy is holding on to him like a little schoolgirl being with her first crush.
Sickening⦠Maybe I should get close to this girl, maybe that would make Steve notice me... or throw me out, either would suffice.
Amber's still staring, deep into my eyes; it feels like she's pulling on my internal organs trying to tug my heart out through my eye socket. I look down; her pert breasts lay dormant under her lacy top, pert, poised for excitement.
My hand suddenly reached out and touched her breast; her nipples immediately stand to attention as if they'd been waiting for that touch their whole lives. She placed her hand on mine...
No don't pull it away⦠Steve might be looking...
She slid her hand up my arm and over my shoulder onto my neck, a sharp electric charge ran down my spine. I looked back into her staring eyes and felt that I suddenly don't want Steve to see me.
I felt vulnerable. I grabbed her hand and staggered out of the room dragging her after me. We paused in the hallway for a few minutes to check if Steve will follow us and tell me he loves me.
No one came.