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The Place of Relief

May always felt a surge of electricity go through her body with every kiss from Caroline. It made her feel something that she could never explain. It gave her a Place of Relief from what had happened only a month and a half prior to this.

"What's the matter, love?", Caroline inquired. This was a common question coming from her. Caroline was always worried about May's mental health, especially knowing what had happened to her.

May's head was overcome with sadness and withering memories all of the time with an exception of those with Caroline. It was similar to the idea of an unused attic. At the top of the house, collecting dust, cobwebs, and small, useless creatures.

"I'm alright for now. Panic attacks are coming to a minimum,", May calmly replied. She hated having to tell these things to Caroline. She felt as if she was bombarding her head space by leaving her problems for her to solve. Caroline always claimed that she didn't mind, but May always wondered how she didn't. Her problems were becoming top much to handle for herself. Surely Caroline was getting stressed out by them, as well. . .

"Well that's good, isn't it, darling?"

"Of course,"

May suddenly realized that she was becoming what she despised. A liar.

"I'm going to head home.", she quickly added. May didn't want to go to the torture of her abusive home. But her curfew denied her of staying much longer.

"Okay,"

May rushed down the road until she reached the dreadful house. She didn't consider it a home anymore. She was just a chew toy for her mom, dad, and brother to play with.

"I'm back!", she yelled into the obnoxiously loud screaming between her mother and father. She despised the idea of even considering them family. But they were all she had at the moment along with Caroline Abebe.

They didn't seem to hear her, so she just went to her room.

Holes were punched in the walls from her brother, torn up books scattered the floor from her father's rage, and all she was allowed to have in her crumbling room was a few pairs of jeans, flannels, t-shirts, and a mattress from how strict her mother was. Her window was even boarded up with particle boards.

May sat on her worn-down mattress. She had always considered running away, but never knew of a place to go. She wanted to become a psychologist. That wouldn't happen if she was a 15-year-old plebian. It simply wouldn't. She had to find a way to make the money for college, though. But how?

May shoved the thought into the back of her mind for storage. She would figure it out in a moment.

She ripped the boards off of her window, and proceeded to replace them once she was standing on the rooftop of the first floor. She sat there, with the fridged winter air stinging her bare arms. She looked down at the empty streets. Maybe a lemonade stand on the sidewalk? No. That was child's play. She had to think bigger.

She watched as her curtain of long brown hair blew into her face, each dark strand seeming to have a mind of its own. It was neat how physics worked in May's mind.

She returned to the thoughts of making money. She knew her parents wouldn't allow her to get an actual job. Convincing them to allow her to attend a private school was difficult and bruise-filled enough.

She watched as the sky began to dim for the cold, winter night. She had to think fast before her parents realized she wasn't in her room.

Thinking over their screaming was too difficult. She couldnt go back quite yet. This was a long thought process. Money. Money, money, money. It had to be thought through well or else it threatened her future. She couldn't go to college without money for tuition. Maybe a job at Jules's mother's café? No. Minimum wage wouldn't get her anywhere with the expenses of college tuition. And wanting to go to a college in a separate country lessened her chance of a scholarship. This was a big deal, a big thing to think about.

The idea suddenly struck her like lightning. It was her best option yet.

The mafia paid a lot. Didn't they?

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Hello loves! I'm starting to try to make chapters 700-1000 words for you guys. You deserve it, after all! Requests are still open! I hope to see you in the next chapter. Happy reading~!

•- averslxo

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