The Verge (Gang/ Werewolf/ Mafia)

Land Lady Intro

    I had 6 bucks to my name, but I needed dog food. Baby had just finished her last bag this morning, and she'd be hungry again soon. Her small body curled up between my legs, we slept in the ragged mobile home. The only comfort is her soft fur and the familiar smells of home.
I've been living in this dinky little trailer for the better part of my life.  It's all I could remember, these stained walls. Don't get me wrong, with a nervous habit of cleaning I must have scrubbed this place top to bottom a thousand times since I could hold a rag. There's just only so much you can do with Luke warm water and a towel. If I have soap, I use it in the tub. I bring bucket after bucket of water from the trailer park water supply (to keep the water bill low) and drag them back to the bath tub, so I could soak for hours in the bubbles. If I was having a hard day I'd even top it off with a little hot water from the tap indulging in a splurge.

The trailer was bought by my parents. They had paid the old rent lady their life savings and bought the title of ownership from her. Now, I pay her what I can scrounge up from month to month to keep on the electricity and water. She has a soft spot for me. She was the one who found me after the accident.

The day I was turning thirteen, a storm battled outside. I was sick, but strongly independent, or stubborn, and when my parents wanted to get my birthday present I pleaded I was finally old enough to stay home alone. 
"Thirty minutes, tops. We'll be back. " Like a sack of potatoes my father carried my little brother over his shoulder and out the door. "Happy birthday!" my mother called. Lightning struck the metal framework of the house twenty minutes after they had left. I saw the faces of the dead then. My family, gone. They think something ran into the middle of the road and clipped the car. Cops found long fur and blood stuck to the bumper. The land lady found me the next day alone on the floor. In her arms she carried a small pup, all wiggly with soft fur. The reason my parents had left was for her, and on their way back home she was the only one left alive.

The cops and a social worker followed behind her. You think they'd take pity on me, but they snatched me away from the dog that was my only family left and dragged me from home to home. Two weeks in the system I'd learned how to break out of houses and I'd run back home. Land lady kept Baby for me. She'd start to howl when I was a mile away and lady would make me something to eat. At fourteen and six months I proved to a judge my independence and was set free from social care with Land Lady as my legal guardian. I chose not to remember those three years very often.

Until I was 16 I slept over in Land Lady's trailer. After that I wanted to stay full time in my parents home. She had kept the place clean, but everything was in the exact same condition my parents had left it in.