Chapter 1
"Sami, you need to pick up your shit, right now!" Lana yelled at her boyfriend.
Lana Woolridge Grant is a 28 year old woman living with her immature boyfriend, Sami Callihan. Sami is quite lazy as well, and doesn't like doing shit around their home. Well, they live in a trailer. Still somewhere to call home. Sometimes Lana wonders to herself how she got caught up with someone like Sami. He was vulgar, a total dick, and lazy as hell. Lana's parents hated Sami's guts, but of course, Lana still fell for him. She wanted out but Sami would somehow convince her to stay with him, saying how he'd change for the better. That's his famous excuse each time he comes home late or comes home after being gone for weeks on end.
Lana would cry herself to sleep each night. She felt like she let down her parents and her siblings down for being with such an idiot. She, herself, felt stupid for even opening her mouth to say she loved Sami. Her family didn't know what else went on with her and Sami, and she decided to keep it that way. In particular, to keep her dad from going to jail.
"You're already standing up, you put my shoes in my room," Sami said. "You see I'm already sitting down watching t.v. don't you? Go get me a beer when you come back."
Lana shook her head and picked up Sami's shoes. She wanted to throw them square at his head but that would cause a big fight and she would probably end up with bruises, so she decided against it. She went to their room and threw Sami's shoes into the closet then went to prepare dinner.
Lana started to prepare her most favorite dish in the whole wide world, lasagna. Cooking gave her a piece of mind. It got her mind off of Sami and anything else that was bothering her like a fly does a human. Unfortunately, her own little world was quickly shattered when she felt hands on either side of her waist.
"Lana, darling, I asked you to grab me a beer, didn't I?" Sami said, planting a kiss on Lana's cheek.
"If you would have put your shoes in the room, you would have been rewarded accordingly," Lana said, not taking her eyes off of the pasta on the stove. "You're lucky I decided to cook dinner. And you better thank Buddha you're eating something, because I could starve you."
"Thank you, madame," Sami said. He went to grab a beer and went back to the living room to resume watching t.v.
Of course after dinner, Sami didn't help with the dishes whatsoever, so Lana did what she had to do to keep the kitchen clean. Multiple times she's wanted to grab a pot and hit Sami in the head with it, but she was afraid she'd end up killing him. After cleaning, Lana retreated to the bathroom to take a hot shower. She washed her hair and stayed in the shower for an extra ten minutes. The hot water was making her feel hella relaxed.
She came out of the bathroom and into the room to find Sami fast asleep.
'Good,' she thought to herself. 'I can watch t.v. in peace.'
Lana enjoyed watching cartoons so thankfully Tom & Jerry was on. Unfortunately though, she would have to wake up tomorrow for work. She didn't want to have to stock shelves and the like at the local grocery store, but it was a job and she needed it. She detested the idea of relying on Sami, and she was able to pay some of the bills to keep a roof over her head.
'What the fuck have I gotten myself into?' Lana thought to herself.