𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬

As much as I am grateful for Trevor lending me his home, I do have quite a certain standard of living. I could barely get a wink of sleep, just the thought of the strange stenches and cockroaches sent shivers up my spine.

Escaping out onto the porch, I gazed up into the night  sky. You could actually see the stars from here, unlike in the city.  It was quieter too. Switching focus from each glimmer of  light, as the cold wind tickled at my skin. Simply, making out shapes in the sky, a sense of serenity washed over me. I had no idea what was happening, but tears rolled down my cheeks.

You'd think I'dve had enough of crying these past few days, but it seems like there's no end. I just feel these things that bubble up in my chest and burst like projectile vomit. The stifling feeling ,as if being choked out of these feelings. The persistant drumming of never ending migraines, that torment and conquer. It runs a sense of disgust and strange pleasure.

I truly worry if I've made the right choice. If I was right to follow a stranger to the middle of nowhere. If it was right to break my "conventional" lifestyle.

But who knows. What's done is done and there's no turning back now.

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In the early crack of dawn, Trevor and Ron  readied them self for their trip. Trevor had handed Gen a couple of bucks to hold the house down and to treat herself. Then proceeded to give a long speech into the dangers of the country, Including: who she should look out for, what she should say if some one asks of him and How to quickly get rid of a coyote. All greatly appreciated.

"Don't die sugar," he placed a gun in her hand and a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll try," She choked out a  nervous chuckle.

Watching the rusty red truck shrink in the distance, it had now come to Gen's realisation of all the phone calls that were to be made.

Skilfully, fishing her phone out her bag in Trevor's room, she paced round the porch as she made her first call.

"Where the fuck have you been? What's been going on?" Bethany yelled.

"It's a long story," Genny sighed.

"Then explain. Cause one day on Saturday morning I'm getting bombarded by call by that asshole and the next I'm hearing you've gone missing!" She cried. "I thought you were trafficked or something."

"I'm sorry Bethany," Gen apologised. The small sniffles could be heard through the phone. Although she was pulling up a front the slight wobble in her tone could not escape Gen's keen ear.

"Me and John fought, it got really bad," Gen laughed dryly,

"How bad?" Bethany questioned

"Worse than the usual. Way worse. Erm.. I barely escaped with my life worse," She gazed into the sky, her eyes already threatening to water.

"My God! Did you call the police? Are you ok now? Where are you?" Bethany bursted.

"I'm fine for now, staying at a... friends." Gen leaned on the porch. "I decided to let him off..."

"Let him off? LET HIM OFF? He almost fucking killed you!! If I was you i'dve locked the fucker up and told them to throw away the key." Bethany ranted. "You take too much bullshit Gen. It's ridiculous."

"I know...but I guess you could say there was a part of me that still had hope in him," she repeated that sane hollow laugh. " I really have no hope..."

"Gen promise me you won't see that bastard again," Bethany sighed.

"I promise." Gen glanced down at her feet.

"You better not. Or I'll actually be the one to kill you." Bethany warned. "Stay safe wherever you're at ok? Call me daily!"

"I will," Genny grinned to her self. "I'll tell you everything and anything."

"I'll be waiting,"Bethany ended the call.

Turning round, Genevieve faced what she had been dreading. Her new home.

"I guess it's me and you alone," she huffed.