The door slammed behind me and I was out… out on my ear, out on my arse…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.