On a break from writing.
When Avery Thomson, a 20 year old erotic book writer gets kicked out by her mother she is left on the streets with only what she could throw into her bag. Ezra and Dante live a lavish live style, expensive clothes, cars, sho...
YOU'RE WORTHY OF LIFE, LIFE MAY SUCK RIGHT NOW, BUT I PROMISE, I WAS IN YOUR SITUATION A FEW MONTHS AGO, THE FEELING AND THOUGHTS NEVER GO AWAY BUT THEY BECOME LESS FREQUENT AND OVERWHELMING.
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I've been struggling with keeping up my schedule of writing because I upped to 2 books so 6,000 words needing to be written a week as well as starting my school timetable after a long break at the same time, so I just put too much on my plate at once. But I am getting a better more balanced schedule, it just means I'm might have to write smut in front of my parents.
So this is a bit of a sad chapter, mentions of domestic abuse and cruel parents, but the next one will make up for it, I promise 😊
But enough about that, what you're actually here for
Previously...
Avery jerks off to photos and her own imagination making a fake Dante fück her, although she doesn't get to finish. The next day Penny helps Avery move the few things she has into the apartment, Ezra is kind of zoned out and Dante explains that he has autism and has a sensory overload, Avery completely understands and leaves them to work it out together. After unpacking everything she had in her suitcase and backpack Avery realised she needs to go back to her mums house to get the rest of the stuff.
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Penny and I left the apartment, I would have told Dante or Ezra but Dante was getting Ezra to bed and I didn't want to disturb them.
Penny drove to my mum's house, I was scared, I knew she wasn't going to be there because she was at work but there was still the fear of that house. This was the house I had been kicked out of, of course, I wasn't going to be bouncing off my seat to go back.
We parked up outside and I looked around nervously for my mum's car, but it was nowhere to be seen, of course, it was, she was at work. I knew where the spare key was, in a little container hidden under the rocks next to the step to the front door. I grabbed the key and unlocked the door, being hesitant to open it.
As the door cracked open I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and neck, why did I feel so weird going into my own home, we'll I guess it wasn't my home anymore.
"C'mon let's just grab your stuff and get out" Penny said as she led me up the stairs. We went to my room and Penny started packing a few of my things into the open suitcase she had put on the bed.
It was weird to see my bedroom feeling so cold, although not much had changed it just felt emptier. "I'm gonna grab some boxes and my stuff from the loft" I told her as I left the room. I felt like I wasn't controlling my body like my legs were moving themselves towards where I told Penny I was going.
