How can anyone live in a trailer out in the middle of no place.
We're in the desert blocked by many miles and miles of construction tractors. No cars. No cops. No sirens. Or streets. Just an empty shell of a desert.
It wasn't music to my ears.
I give her everything and she complains. I take her out and she complains. I give her money for Ice Cream and she shouts at me. I can't live substandard like this. It's like I sub- exist just to exist at all.
She may not realize it but she is hard to please.
Sean walked in a slump to Ellie's apartment with one bag over his shoulder. It was the only thing he chose to bring with him from Wasaga. He needed the reassurance. But, he had no idea the drama it'll cause.
It's been haunting him the way he left it. He left behind people. Friends. His failure.
Mrs. Nash opened the door to him standing in front of her with his head down.
"Mr. Cameron..."
Beer bottles were left everywhere in the living room. Mrs. Nash had started up her drinking again since Ellie passed.
The two cops who found her brought her back in a casket and Mrs. Nash could take no more.
She appeased it by drinking.
It was her only form of escape.
Sean was done crying. He shook from the truth spilling out of lips from Ellie's mother. He was inconsiderate and a bully. An abuser. He took away Mrs. Nash's daughter. His ex. Everyone's friend.
He was a horrible person.
He should cut himself.
"Jay, straighten yourself out or I'm done."
She found him getting lazier and lazier.
Each day, he would chew her out for being the lazy one when he sits on his ass, ignoring her.
He didn't even pay attention to her needs.
"I have a job," she said. He looked at her. Then, back to the T.V.
"You're reverting back to the old Jay. The one I despise!"
"Karma, BITCH!"
She's resorting to throwing things at my head. I can't stand this. I have to go for a drive.
"Have a nice life BITCH..."