He didn't have enough money.
To buy his own car, like his brother did.
But he did have enough money to buy a bus pass. So that's what he did. He even had enough money to rent a cheap hotel room.
Maybe things would be okay for him now.
Maybe …
He splashed his face with cold water, and rubbed his eyes.
It has been three days.
Three whole days since he left.
Three whole days since he gained his freedom.
And now he stood in front of a cracked and dirty mirror, in the bathroom of his motel room, wondering his next move.
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She had enough money to pay rent.
Well half of rent, she split the rest with her friend.
The "apartment" wasn't much, a small kitchenette, one bedroom, small bathroom, and a room that was everything but a living room. The plumbing didn't work and they had an infestation of what appeared to be ants.
But this was her home now, and she was going to have to get used to it.
It had been a couple months since she left her house, her mother, and her problems.
Well, most of them anyway.
Her problem was more of an addiction, that wouldn't stop … wouldn't go away … every time she thought it was gone, it was back again.
But she didn't like getting into details, she never did, it was useless to emotionally attach herself to someone who would most likely leave her.
And so she sat there, beer bottle in hand, wondering what she would do that night..