When you're broken, lost and got nothing left to lose... you become bulletproof.
Trying to fix your life back together after having it shaken upside down isn't easy. Getting used to normal when you feel like an outcast in your own skin, isn't easy...
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Song: Armor - Landon Austin
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S E P T E M B E R
Here I was again.
My stupid fancy condo. Preparing to attend my stupid course because the only time I grew the guts to actually mention to my parents I didn't want to keep going it felt like I was telling them I wanted to run away and be a stripper...
But well, considering I had the whole web caming -even if the obviously didn't know about it- maybe it was kinda like that.
But I like it. I like my pics, I like my clothes, and I like the power of doing with my body as I like.
And now I was stuck with law school once more. Fucking great.
"Kimmy!"
I spun to the new voice just in time for another body to collide with mine and almost threw us against the side of the building as she laughed like a crazy woman and hugged me thigh, like a koala. "Fuck, Eli."
"I've missed you!"
I smiled, unable to help it and hugged her back. "I oddly missed you too."
"Oddly." she scoffed letting go of me, rolling her eyes. "You've desperately needed me for the past month, you just don't want to say it."
She kinda is right, but there was no way I would be saying this out loud, so I perked one brow at her and she helped me taking my second suitcase from the trunk. "Is this the reason why you came as a welcome party?"
"Yes."
I shut the trunk and the paid chauffeur rounded the car to help us ease my stuff towards the entrance of my building. I dismiss him and the man nodded respectfully, walking back towards the car.
Eli eyed him as I looked for my keys. "He walks like he had a stick shoved up his ass." O chuckled, closing my fingers around the cold metal of the key and fishing them out. "Is he always like that?"
"I wouldn't know. He's from an agency."
Her mouth formed an O, probably realizing my parent sent me away with an agency like some delivered package and not their daughter. It probably hadn't helped my attitude towards them, but I couldn't help it. And now, back to normal, I was once more a burden.
It was nice to know. Now until Thanksgiving or Christmas they wouldn't be caring and remorseful about the lack of relationship. Maybe they will avoid the monthly meetings once more.
"Whatever." I pushed the door with my shoulder, the big bag on my other shoulder and pushing the silver suitcase. Eli slid in behind me with the other suitcase and my purse. "Tell me about your summer. I've seen the pics in Egypt."
