I have two options right now. To knock on this door, or fend for myself and hope I survive.
I think I might have to just survive.
Fuck it.
I reach my hand up and knock as hard as I can on the door in front of me. I'm soaked now, the rain is so hard now.
The doors not opening. I don't know what to do.
Fuck. What do I do?
I pick up my bags.
Just remember to breathe. I begin repeating those words in my head. Over and over again.
I feel like I'm doing that all the time now.
This felt like my last option, I'm out. I have no other options.
Oh God, I'm going to become her. This is how it started. How in the fuck could she do this to her kid.
I'm panicking now, he's really not going to open the door.
Maybe it's the wrong address.
Fuck.
What do I do?
I have to go, I don't know where. But I have to go.
I walk back into the rain, down the first two steps. Then I hear someone twisting the door.
I'm drenched now. I can feel the mascara running in my eyes, and the additional weight adding to my hair.
The door is starting to open.
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I pause before I turn around, but I do. "Is that a cheetah robe?" I ask, my eyes now squinting from the rain.
He's so much taller than I remember. I wonder why I didn't get those genetics.
"Elizabeth?" I can't remember the last time I heard him say my name.
"She kicked me out, you're the only address I have." I'm beginning to realize how cold I am. I wonder if my lips are turning blue.
He looks stunned.
"I didn't know where else to go"
"Come on" He almost mumbled. He opens the door enough for me to come past him.
"Kev who is it?" A woman's voice echoes from the kitchen.
"Oh fuck." She stops in her tracks when she sees me.
"What the hell are you doing Kev?" She slightly shouts.
She pushes past him and grabs me in her arms, pulling me from my frozen stance into the house.
He stays quiet before running into another room.
I look around the house it's not too different from what I remember. It's warm in here.
I jump slightly at Kevin wrapping a towel around me.
They're both standing in front of me. Just kinda staring at me like I'm a pathetic puppy. Although I'm sure I resemble a wet dog. Well at this point, a pathetic puppy might not be too far off.
"There's a bathroom upstairs you can use to shower." Veronica hands me clothes and a towel.
I hadn't even noticed how drenched my bags had gotten. Now looking down, nothing can be worn.
"There's another bedroom upstairs, the doors open. Sleep in there tonight." Kevin looks worried.
"We don't have to talk today, get some sleep."
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