daddy : luke

moans

"fuck you." i groan as i turn my alarm off, which reads 6:00 am. i sigh, remembering the promise i made for myself. that starting today, i'll start living my new life.

i plan to head to different spots today around town to look for a job. i hope i'll be lucky enough to be given one even though i have zero experience.

the closest thing i had to a job was when my dad would make me his personal maid. telling me to buy him alcohol, cigarettes, clean the house, clean his car, and run every errand he has. no more of that.

i sit up, instantly feeling my head start to pound the second i do. i massage my temples, remembering that i was able to fall asleep at around 2 am  earlier. as tired as my body and mind were, i couldn't fall asleep. it was only around that time that my two busy neighbors finished.

thanks to them, i only have 4 hours worth of sleep. but what's new?

i just hate the fact that i could hear every single sound they made last night. every moan, every creak of the bed, every curse word, and every single time the girl would say daddy.

sighing, i get up from bed to take a shower, then dressed up into my most decent clothes at the moment: a pair of skinny jeans and a white long-sleeved polo. i apply light make up and cover up my bruises from yesterday with some concealer.

"fucking hell." i groan, feeling a sharp pain on my toe after stubbing it on one of my suitcases. i need to unpack later.

i feel like for the past 24 hours, i've said nothing but curse words. what a way to start my new life.

"you got this, rosie." i whisper to myself as i take one last look at the mirror. i grab my purse and phone as i make my way out of my apartment.

coincidentally, i walked out of the door the same time my neighbors did. the girl's hair looked like a complete birds nest, and she didn't bother to fix her make up and obviously, wipe her face. there was dried up cum on her cheek. she was wearing a black fitted dress that fell just below her butt, and heels so high i'd trip on the first step if i wore them.

the boy's hair is quite messy, too. it's blond and curly and falls a little bit below his ears. he's wearing skinny jeans and a black polo with red hearts on it that exposes almost half of his upper body. he's incredibly tall, and wears a lip piercing on his bottom lip. mainstream fuck boy image.

i decide not to dwell on them, and take the thought of my plans to try and interact with them out of my head. i know myself, and i wouldn't want to get on the wrong foot by showing how obviously annoyed i am at how noisy they were last night.

i lock my door from the outside as they start to walk away, the boy's arm around the girl's waist as he whispers in her ear, causing the girl to giggle.

once i face away from my door, to my surprise, just as they hit the fifth stair going down, the boy looked back, made sure to make eye contact with me, and winked.

"what the?" i mumble to myself.

i brush the action off immediately. from that one gesture alone, i know this guy's bad news. i wait until they're all the way down the stairs before going down myself, really not wanting to cross paths with them.

my plans of avoiding them altogether fail immediately as i spot them at the reception desk. once i reach the lobby of the building, my neighbor and the girl who uses cum as concealer are there, talking to mr. stravinsky, the landlord of our apartment.

i overhear their conversation, not because i'm eavesdropping, but simply because this guy talks too loud, as if he owns the place.

"i'm always noisy, john," the boy says in a thick australian accent, sounding annoyed, "what do you mean i have to tone it down?"