"How hard can it be to find a place to rent." The slim brunette mumbled as she hurriedly scrolled through Craigslist listings while her parents screamed on the other side of the thin door. She had always had a feeling this day was coming, so she worked her ass off every summer to make enough money in preparation. She had finally been kicked out. Her parents had been "kind" enough to allow her 24 hours to pack up and leave, though it didn't seem like it from the vitriol they were spewing at her, and each other.
She was supposed to be their miracle baby. The one to save their marriage, and when that didn't pan out all the blame was placed on her. Sure, they did normal family things, but every fight between her parents suddenly became her fault. Things were mostly okay when they weren't fighting. Now their new solution was to boot her out because she was nothing but a "mooching bum".
After scrolling through countless listings, she had found one that seemed promising if not a little desperate within her budget. "Almost anything goes…no curfew...friendship? $200 a month for a room." She mumbles to herself as she shoots a quick email to the ad poster, hoping she would get a quick reply. After a few moments she realized it was strangely quiet and sighed in relief.
While waiting she began to pack up everything she could possibly fit into two duffel bags and a large luggage bag. Which consisted mostly of video games and clothes she had bought with the money she had earned over the years. She groaned in frustration as she realized she may have to walk since she didn't have a car or a license for that matter since her parents wouldn't allow it.
After finishing her packing, she checked for a response and was delighted to see one so soon. She quickly replied and made her transportation dilemma known. Nervously waiting for the next reply, she chewed her nails as she stared at the ceiling. A few minutes later she got the response and read in surprise this person was willingly to pick her up. Turns out they lived in the same city of Arlen. They worked out the logistic details with a few more emails. Tomorrow morning at 9am.
She felt excited and nervous at the same time. She had never been even slept over at another person's house. That means she would have to get a real job as her savings would probably be gone within two months. Sleeping would be futile as too much was on her mind and much to her annoyance she had already packed her Xbox.
Hours passed by, the sun began to peek over the horizon as she finally passed out. The barely legal woman snored away until she was jolted awake by her parents screeching her name.
She cracked open her door," What?" She asked them, preparing herself for more yelling.
"Who the fuck is this at the door Emily?!" Her mother screeched.
Emily shuffled down the hallway to the front door to see a middle-aged man standing there. "You must be Bill." She said tiredly.
"Yes!-"He said as he was interrupted by her dad.
"What does this fat fuck want to do with you?" Her dad demanded.
"That is my new roommate." She said through clenched teeth as she turned to retrieve her things. "I'll grab my bags, be right back."
"You're not going anywhere with this pervert Emily!" Her dad yelled as he was right behind her.
"You left me no fucking choice Dad!" She spat angrily as she quickly shouldered two of her bags and dragged the other behind her as she pushed past her father trying to block her path.
"I'm calling the cops!" Her mother yelled as she began dialing.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" Emily screamed as she made it the front door, shoving her suit case in Bill's empty hands. "Let's get the fuck out of here man." She said already halfway down the driveway.
Her father chased them both down the driveway and grabbed the back of her shirt making her footing unsteady. "You better get your fucking ass back in that fucking house now!" He screamed as he yanked her backwards. She manages to twist out of his grasp and sprints to the brown car ahead. She shoves her bags through the window and quickly get in.
"You kicked me out for fucks sake!" She shouts as she locked the door.
"You're not going anywhere with this pig!" Her mother shouted as she tried to open the car door.
Emily buckled the seatbelt, "Just fucking drive man."
"Emily!" Her parents yelled simultaneously.
"I'm 18! I can legally move out. I'll send you a letter eventually, love you bye!" She shouted as they began to pull away. Emily ran her fingers through her long tangled wavy brown hair.
"Sorry about that." She said as she stretched and yawned.
"That's alright, are they always like that?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'd rather not talk about right now if that's okay." Emily shook her head as she stared at the passing scenery. Bill nodded as he made a left turn. A few minutes he looked over to see she had fallen asleep.
She slowly wakes up as a few car doors slam shut and stumbles out of the vehicle almost face planting the cement. A quick look around tells her they have arrived at what would be her home for an unknown amount of time. She spotted Bill almost in the house carrying all her bags. Shrugging, she made her way inside as well.
Upon entering she noticed a wooden spool table in the living room and a dirty couch behind it. She pursed her lips and wondered what she got herself into, hoping he wasn't a slob.
"This is your room." He said excitedly as he reappeared in front of her.
"Cool." She said a bit uneasy.
"And that is the kitchen and the bathroom." He said pointing in said directions.
"Alright thanks, I'm going to go unpack and crash if you don't mind." She said as she was already in her new room for the time being.
"Okay, see ya later." He said awkwardly as she shut the door and stood there staring for a few minutes.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Any feedback is appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my OC Emily and the plot.
Warning: Graphic content, rape and other dark themes.
