I was fuming, my heart racing, how could Charles do this to me? I drove erratically through the chilly rain as I thought of my boyfriend's harsh punishment towards my less than adequate behavior. I understand that I could have called him and told him that I was going to miss dinner but that is no excuse to hit me. Hot tears streamed down my porcelain cheeks as the ache from the bruises intensified.

Replaying the painful events in my mind I became acutely aware of how badly my old car was suffering through the gravel back roads of….of….were? About the time I realized I had no idea were I was my car sputtered and stopped abruptly. I winced as my frail and broken body jerked forwards into the seatbelt.

I couldn't help but start sobbing, what had I done to deserve such misfortune? I laid my head on the steering wheel my long dark hair falling around me like a silk barrier guarding me from the horrors of everyday life. Now what? I took a deep breath and sat up grabbing my coat. There was only one option, I remembered admiring a staggeringly large house not far from here and with such a large house came a phone.

Walking in the rain was a miserable state of affairs, especially when your heart feels as if it has been sliced into pieces. After a while of stumbling along the dark road I finally saw the lights of the large house. I walked a bit faster as thunder boomed in the distance causing my broken heart to flutter with fear.

Finally I came to the mammoth front door of the house and grasped the knocker and shyly banged it against the withered wood. I had never been a fan of knocking on strangers doors especially seemingly rich strangers. After a second or two the door creaked open slowly and a most odd looking man met my gaze. The man had long stringy blond hair, grave eyes, and was slightly hunched over.

"Who are you" he asked his eyes narrowing.

"My names Evelyn Mathews and my car broke down, I was wondering if I could use your phone" my voice wavered as I tried to be polite even though I was loosing my patience.

"Come in" he opened the door just wide enough for me to quickly slip in as if he wanted me to feel uncomfortable.

I looked around at the large entry way which was elaborately decorated in old fashioned decorations. "Master Frank!" The strange man yelled loudly aggravating my once small headache. A woman with erratic red hair peered down the stairs gesturing for the strange man to be quiet. The man nodded knowingly pointing to a room to my right. In response she nodded giving me a questing look but the man just walked towards the room he had pointed to motioning for us to follow him.

I was stunned the living room was much brighter than the entry way almost like a flash back to the seventies with shag carpet and abstract art. The man pointed at a particularly comfortable looking chair in which I sat down in apprehensively. He and the red head that now I recognized as a maid whispered to each other occasionally gesturing in my direction. They seemed to be fighting over what do with me. Great now not only was I lost and soar I was also an unwanted guest. After a while the red head rolled her eyes at the man and turned to me with a forced smile.

"I'm sorry we haven't been very welcoming but our…master is a bit…busy and we need his permission to let anyone past this room" she said never losing her plastic smile.

"Oh of course I totally understand" I said hurriedly.

"My name is Magenta and this is Riff Raff"

"Nice to meet you, I'm so sorry to disturb you I just didn't know were else to go"

"Oh no problem" she said as she sat down on the couch facing me but Riff Raff didn't move.

Such strange people I thought looking around the room as silence enveloped the room until my strange hosts began to whisper to each other again. At least here no one is trying to hurt me I thought with relief. Despite the strangeness it was quite interesting to see the inside of this unique home.

I was then interrupted from my thoughts as the strangest looking man I had ever seen walked in to the room. I truly did not have words to describe his appearance except for the most obvious fact that he was a transsexual. I could feel my eyes widen as he glared at the red head who immediately stood up from the couch. What had I gotten myself into?