It was raining when she woke. The fat drops pelted the thin glass pane of the bedroom window and the wind whistled through the trees outside. She glanced at the green neon numbers of the clock; 4:30AM. She sat up gingerly, glancing over her shoulder at the thin, disheveled man who slept beside her. He stunk of crack, having lighted up only an hour ago. He was fast asleep, deep in a drug-infused coma. Slipping off the bed, cringing when the springs groaned, she crept out of the bedroom, heading to the small, dirty tiled bathroom down the hall. She closed the door behind her. The lock had once again been ripped off the wall, the wood splintered. Her hands were starting to shake, heart in her throat. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and a cold sweat washed over her body. She craved a cigarette. She ran water into the sink basin, splashing it over her face. It was icey cold, and did little to settle her nerves. She glanced up into the cracked, dirty mirror, spatted with stains from toothpaste, blood and god-knows-what else. The young woman that stared back was a shell, a hollow husk with dark circles under her eyes, a dark bruise forming on her jaw, and frizzy dirty blonde hair. She was a mess. She was ashamed of what she'd become. She'd could have gone to college, got a better education and done something with her life. Instead...
The shaking getting worse, she quickly opened the small towel cabinet and pulled out her pre-packed bag. The bag was light, in it was her few belongings, three shirts, two pairs of jeans, a set of pyjamas and a pair of dirty white sneakers, along with a few toiletries, She pulled out the sneakers, a pair of jeans and a red checkered shirt, swiftly changing. Her fingers fumbled at the buttons.
She was ready to leave, a cab would soon be pulling up to take her to the airport. She swallowed the lump in her throat and exited the bathroom, listening to the silence of the small house. She could only hear the tick of the clocks and the distance throb of music. It was early, but no doubt raves were still stretching on. She was suddenly grateful their house had no stairs. She quickly made her way to the door then hesitated. She looked over her shoulder and paused. There was a draw in the living room that she knew had a stash of money. Should she take it? Fear struck her but her mind rationalised, 'He's going to be angry anyway. Why not rob his ass?'
Her hand retreated from the dirty handle and she quickly marched into the living room. She made a nervous beeline for the inconspicuous drawer and silently pulled it out. A roll of notes laid hidden under paper and rubber bands. She pulled it out and slipped it into a pocket on her bag. Anxiety reaching a spike, she needed to get out of the house, now. She could feel a panic attack looming. She needed air, even if it was poring down with rain.
Outside the house, she huddled on the porch, trying her hardest to stay under the slight overhang and out of the wet. Minutes slowly drawled by before her cab pulled up on the pavement and before the driver could make any more noise she darted out, rain dampening her hair, and slipped into the car. Rain echoed on the metal around her as she told the driver her destination. Settling in, she spared a last glance back at the house that she had lived in for 6 years. She looked at the barren front yard, the flakey front door and the gloomy windows.
No, she would not miss this house. Nor the man that lay in it, unawares to her departure.
No, she would not miss it one bit.
(A/N) Thank you for reading this (short) prologue to my story. It sets the scene a little before the main storyline takes place, and it's important background for our (currently) nameless main character. It is OC-centric so if you don't like those types of stories, this isn't one for you! Anyway, this prologue may be subject-to-change. I just wanted to get this little bit published as a motivation tool for myself. Hopefully, if people seem interested, I'll upload the next chapter soon. Like I said, it is going to be Trevor/OC so, no-likey, no-readey. Feel totally free to review or send me a PM with any questions/thoughts/opinions on it, I always welcome constructive criticism! Thank you again for reading, and hopefully see you soon!