I'm re-posting this. It got some really bad reviews last time, so I tweaked things a bit. I'm just putting up the prologue for right now, so if you like the idea then leave me some feedback.

Hashlords Michigan

Cliff & Lisa Pinciotti's Righteous Pad.

Point Place, Wisconsin. It was an isolated little community that was barely visible on a road map. Had Melissa's uncle and eldest cousin not lived there, she probably would have stumbled through the rest of her life oblivious to its existence. Neatly folding her clothes into a tiny suitcase, Melissa tried to convince herself that this situation would only be temporary, but she knew better.

"Just think of it as a vacation," her father slurred.

"To the middle of nowhere," Melissa grumbled as she slammed the suitcase shut.

"This is what's best for you," her mother added.

"My parents becoming swingers isn't what I call best for me," she retorted, pushing passed them. "By my calculations," she continued, walking into the living room with her suitcase in hand, "in about three months, your marital solution will cause you two to lose the house, and then I'll have no home to come back to when the two of you regain your sanity."

"Oh, sweetheart," Lisa Pinciotti laughed, flipping her Farrah Fawcett styled hair as she entered the living room. "Your father and I aren't swingers and never will be."

"That's right," Cliff nodded, following close behind his wife. "I'm a raging alcoholic and your mother's dope-dealing whore."

Melissa spun around in shock at his detailed admission, "Daddy!"

"It's the truth, dear," Lisa laughed light-heartedly. "It's like your father always used says, 'An honest home is a happy home.' Being honest with you is one step closer to us being honest with each other."

"Daddy has never said that," Melissa scowled. "He's always said, 'If you fall off life's bar stool and get back up, you're clearly not drunk enough.'"

Lisa thought a moment and shrugged. "It must be from one of my customers, but you get what I mean." She took her daughter into one more half-hearted embrace before she let her only child walked out the door.

"Okay. Okay," Cliff hurriedly broke them up. "You're going to miss your bus."

"It doesn't come for another hour," Melissa protested while being shoved out the front door by both parents.

Lisa and Cliff laughed, which was quickly becoming an annoyance. Still, Melissa should've been glad that the two of them were finally getting along with one another even though they were kicking her out of the house in order to, "get hip with the times since their seventeen years of marriage has been full of lies, not to mention a total drag."

"Well, it's going to take that long for you to get to the bus stop, silly," both of them said at the exact same moment.

"You know we had to sell the car to pay the bills…and other stuff," Lisa added.

"This is so not fair," Melissa whined, standing pathetically on her doorstep. "You can't just ship me off somewhere and move on with your lives."

"Of course, we can, sweetheart," Cliff smiled, thrusting Melissa's suitcase into her chest. "We're your parents. That's our right. Now, once you get to your Uncle Bob's, give us a call, and one call is all you get. We can't pay for all that long distance, ya know? We'll see you in a few months, a year at the most. Remember, that your mom and I love you, not because we have to, but because you do our laundry."

Melissa flinched as the door was slammed in her face. She was without a family, without any friends, and without any hope for what was to become of her life.

"I'm just going to say I'm adopted if anyone asks," she sighed.

She drew in a gloomy breath and looked up at the sky as the rain began to fall.