(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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I step out of the car and look around the beat up block in Central Pawndale. I decided to use my lunch break to get answers when it came to Erin. Not the full story, but at least a hint. Something that could help me help her. My feelings for Erin have grown tremendously since we've met and all I want to do is make her feel secure. Am I going about this the wrong way? Probably but I can't turn back.
The September air blew, causing me to pull my jacket just a little tighter. It was a dry day but windy as hell, like Mother Nature couldn't make up her mind just like the local government couldn't make up their mind when it came to this neighborhood.
The houses look run down, there's trash everywhere, and half the trees are gone. The neighbors are either dressed fresh as hell or like they just fought the raccoon they found in their trash. Only thing nice on this block is the all black, tinted Mercedes sitting a few houses down. Must be a drug deal but that's not my business.
I look at the home that Erin grew up in. Typical two story row home, nothing special. The yellow paint is chipped revealing the brick that lays under it. The marble steps are rusted and the banister is missing, along with the screen door. The metal front door has a few dents. The house has definitely seen better days. Walking up the steps, praying they don't crumble under me, I knock on the door.
"Genevieve"
Nothing
I knock harder
"Genevieve"
The door opens from the pressure of my hands. I peek inside to see that it's dark and quiet. Stepping inside the house, I'm instantly hit with the rotten smell of garbage.
I know she isn't living like this
I flick the switch but no lights come on. Guess bills weren't paid. I take out my flashlight and look around. Besides the trash, used needles and scattered clothes, the house was pretty much empty. Looks like she hasn't been here for a while
