Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 4

*One Month Later...*

Blythe POV

It's finally the end of the 4th of July weekend and now life is getting back to what it use to be. Boring.

My sister is traveling around the world with friends for a band tour, Will is one a family business trip, my mother is drunk and stoned almost everyday, my dad never called me back and I am dying or boredom.

I've been looking for a job all summer and no luck. At all. What a great summer! I laid on the couch in front of my mom while she was smoking a joint and drinking a Bud Lite beer. The smell of alcohol and drugs made my stomach hurt and my mind spin like crazy. I don't know why she does this out of depression.

"You ever gonna find a job yet, baby?" I sighed out and looked up at the ceiling.
"I've tried, Ma. And no luck. Even contacted them, they all said the same thing. 'Don't met minimum requirements" She didn't reply back to me as quickly as she usually does, guess that joint has more to say than I do.

I got up and walked to my room. My hand slides across the wall until I got to my door. I enter then shut it quickly as I was hiding from someone. I walked around at old pictures from middle school till graduation. Most of them are of me and Will, when we went to Knott's Berry, Vegas, Bahamas, the mountain and Hawaii and other were other friends that I'm truly gonna miss. Andrea, Chris, Tammy and Lauren.

I fell on my bed and just played with my phone. I have at least 5 missed calls, 6 texts messages, 13 Instagram notifications, 10 emails and only 1 missed Facetime call. I must have missed a lot in the last couple of weeks.

Suddenly my phone ringed, it was Beau, my sister.

'Hey Beau'
'Hey Bly! Just checking in with everyone. How is everything?'
'Oh it's going great! Spite the fact that I don't have a jib, my sister left me to go to a World's Tour, mom is still depresses as fuck, my friends are all on vacation and I haven't talk to Will in weeks. So yeah'
'To be honest, you sound more depressed than Mom'
'Hey it ok. I can deal. When are you coming home?'
'Hopefully in two weeks or three week'

'Can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss my little butt head sister'
'Aww that the nicest thing you said to me ever since. Your so sweet.'
'Alright well look I won't keep you away from your adventure...'
'Yeah please let me go. I'll call in a couple days'
'Au revior'
'Adios' She hung up and I was left alone for another couple of weeks.

I looked through my text messages and most of them from my dad, sending pic of his new baby, a boy. He look just like him but like I give a shit. I don't even know why he would just leave on the most important day of my life for another woman, what an asshole. One was from Will, he sent me paragraphs saying how much he misses me, how much fun we use to have and how much he loves. Wow, we are already at the big 'L' word. But hey I can't judge that. Love can be so strange at some times but it's what God made and is.

My phone soon vibrated again with a text message from my mother. She seriously couldn't get off the couch and come upstairs. I swear sometimes she is lazier than me.

'Remember Ms. Rachel and her husband, Trevor? She just called me and was asking me about you if you are interested in a job. She wants to see you tomorrow morning, I want you to go."

I exhaled in fustration but, yeah, I do remember "Mrs." Racherl and Mr. Trevor. My mom use to work with Rachel in a modeling agency, well my mom was actually her agent but was let go because she "didn't fit in the profile no more". Stupid quote from the company. They were really good friends and still are but now Mrs. Rachel is like Miss. Freaking Earth now like she is everywhere the most famous model in te world. I wish I had her beauty. She has three kids, if i recall, Jack, Max and Bobbi. I remember when she was pregnant with Bobbi and when the boys were about three. They always liked me, they always saw me as their older, big sister.

Then Trevor, well, when I first met him he always scared me with that look in his eyes. It's like a stare down that says 'I will hunt you down and sexual assult you'. I mean he is attractive, very attractive, but I sometimes have this feeling that has a dark secret or past or something.

I walked downstairs to grab my purse, my leather bike lock and my house keys.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to take a ride around the neighborhood. To clear my head. I'll be back before dinner."

"Be careful and, also, see if Robby is out tonight." I walked the door and just walked to my bike.

Robby is the street joint dealer that is my mom's ex-boyfriend. I could tell they secretly fuck on the low but who cares. She does it for her joint. He always saw me as his daughter sometimes, he's cool though and even loans me some money when I need it.

I took my yellow beach cruiser bike all the way uptown to where Mrs. Rachel lives. They have like this mansion size house at the corner of Broadway and Xiemno Ave. So many window you can actually see inside. One time I was riding past there house and notice Mrs. Rachel and her husband were seriously fucking in the window. I guess they working on making Bobbi.

I finally came around the corner of Xiemno and saw a car pulling into the parking lot. It was a black Mustang with the license plate saying POWER.  Then came out...Mr.Trevor? Wow he didn't even look like himself before, he was more...Wow! Words can't even describe how he looks, its beyond hot, sexy, fine and DAMN!

Before he was more skinny and little pale but not he is more muscly, more tanned, taller and...

Beep! Beep!

A blue mini van behind blew its horn as I was, I think I was daydreaming. I don't know what the hell happen. I looked back at the house and the lights were out. I look at my phone and it was 8:30. Shit!

I rode my bike downtown to 3rd Street to see if Robby was working tonight. I turned the corner and saw him at the corner with his boys and some hookers. Typical.

"Hey Babygirl!" Robby shouted at me.
"Hey Robby. You got the goods for my mom. She wants some of the good stuff."
"Yo, I swear your mom is seriously hooked." He handed me the stuff and I gave him the $20. "Aye, didn't you graduate from school? About to go to college huh?"
"Yeah, NYU! Leaving in two months maybe three."

"Well congrats Babygirl! Imma try to get you something special before you leave, a'ight?"
"Alright! Well, let me go before she start worrying about me. See ya around."

The ride back to the house was quite and quick. The street lights came and I saw all the teens and kids running, riding their bike and skateboards home. I made if home before my street light turned on. I walked in the house and my mom wasn't on the couch. That's weird.

"Mom? I'm back!" Silence. I dropped my bag and keys by the door and ran upstairs. I knocked on her door and she was laying down in bed sleep. I walked over go her and covered her up. I snuck the stuff in her drawer then turned the lights out.

I return to my room and just collapsed on my bed. Ok, tomorrow let's she how you go.