trendsetter ☹ matthew e.

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"Please don't call them."

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I had finished putting up everything I brought out of my duffle bag, later on putting it near the front of the room near the door just incase I had to leave suddenly. I had found some clothes hangers Matthew left in his closet, giving me the opportunity to hang some of my stuff instead of leaving them inside of my duffle bag. Luckily I had packed a very thin material, blank white sheet, it was originally supposed to be with my cover-set for my bed but I just didn't like another cover under my heavy-set one. My heart was beating out of my chest still, adrenaline continuing to course through my veins from climbing up that darn tree that left me with a gash. 

My shoes had been thrown around the room in different directions, leaving me with nothing but fuzzy socks to protect me from the harsh wood Matthew had in his room. Over time I guess he had just worn it out by moving things around, but I was still grateful that I even had wooden floor to walk on right now, I could've been stuck with the scorching pavement for crying out loud.

I walked over to my bag, getting my phone and charger out. I decided that soon enough the water and electricity would be cut off, so I might as well use them while it lasts. I plugged the charger in, and then connected my phone. I sighed, sitting down on the thin sheet and thinking about how everything led me here. I had decided to use 20 dollars for food, and the other 20 for necessities like toiletries and stuff, the extra ten would be for emergency cases. 

I know it's going to be hard living on just fifty dollars, which is why I applied for an application at places like pacmoon, forever 12, rue 12, american bird - places like that. I figured that my only talents were eating, over-reacting and being different in the worst way possible, why not sign up for a retail job? They don't require much skill, so I figured why not. The only concern that lingered in my mind was the transportation to and from there, that would be the hard part. Oh, and avoiding my mothers.

My train of thought side-tracked as I heard the sound of the front door being open, surprisingly in a second-story house you could hear when stuff moves - I don't know if it's because the house is mostly empty though. 

"Nash, I'm gonna check if they left all of the lights off. Go watch the truck, please." A young voice sounded throughout the house, startling me. I was hoping it was Matthew or one of his parent's - Not a young man. 

"Don't give me that 'I wanna do it' shit, Nash. Dave assigned me to do this! You've learned this, I haven't." The mans' voice was closer this time, confirming that he was roaming around downstairs. I guess they were the electrical people coming to shut off the light. 

I'm glad I used it while I could.

"Fine, get your ass in here and check upstairs. Make sure to check the basement too." 

My eyes widened at the sound of 'check upstairs,' I looked around the room, eyeing all the stuff laid out on the floor. I was screwed to say the least. 

I didn't bother picking up all my stuff though, I simply grabbed my phone and went to the closet, hoping that the men would go away and suggest that they left some stuff here.

After a while of standing there in the dark closet, my eyes jolted open in surprise once I heard footsteps near the door of the room. My heart was leaping out of my chest, and not in the good way it had been doing when Matthew kissed me. 

"Do this, Do that. Shut the fuck up before I sock you in the throat," I heard a young man mumble, the voice getting closer as it walked through all the rooms upstairs. 

I wanted to laugh, hearing as he mocked his unknowing coworker downstairs. However, my laughs stifled themselves as I heard the door to the room creak open, light footsteps walking into the room.

"Hey, Cameron! You might want to call the family.. They left some things," The man yelled out, I don't know if I should even call him a man, he sounded my age. What in the hell was he doing working for a government-owned company?!

I heard him walk around the room, observing my things I guessed.

"What's up?" The man name Cameron asked, entering the room. 

"Are we sure everyone moved out of the house?" The other man-boy, Nash, asked.

"Positive. Why?" Cameron asked, a hint of urgency in his voice. I'm guessing he had never dealt with a homeless-teen girl living in the house of her ex-lover-but-not-really-lover's house.

"Because these sheets look like they've recently been touched, and the window has a little bit of blood on the sill," Nash informed Cameron. He would make a good detective.

"Hmm.. Let me give them a call." 

My eyes widened, realizing that Cameron was about to call Matthews' parent's and possibly have them drive all the way back from their destination to find me and my stuff. I don't know what I was thinking, but my actions spoke for themselves as I opened the closet door and stood in front of the teen boys who worked for the electrical business.

"Please don't call them."

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