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I wake up to blaring of RnB music from the speakers and groan into my pillow. Living with Robyn was horrible.

She'd disappear to go handle her 'business' and come back three days later and threw parties that lasted for days. There was always drugs and alcohol in the house. It always smelled like weed and she acted as if I didn't exist.

I don't know what I expected from her but I didn't think I would be this miserable.

I get out of bed to use the bathroom. Once I'm done I put on a tank top and shorts to leave the room. I hear several voice downstairs in the living area. As I come downstairs someone wolf whistles at me and I roll my eyes walking into the kitchen.

I prepare myself some breakfast and sit down to eat. I notice a person coming into the kitchen and Robyn appears with a blunt in her hand. I know she knows I'm here but she doesn't acknowledge my presence. I scoff and take a sip of my orange juice.

She seems to have heard me because she looks in my direction and raises her brow.

"Ya' have something to say?" She asks.

I'm silent for a moment.

"Actually I do." I state pushing myself up from my seat to face her and she folds her arms.

"Your music is too loud, your friends are rude, you constantly disappear without telling me where you're going, you bring drugs into the house and treat me as if I don't exist." I snap.

"If we're going to leave together things need to change. I can't be miserable around here all the time. All I'm asking is for a little respect and for you to know your boundaries." I summarise.

Robyn smirks.

"This is my house. Ya' want out princess? Go." She walks out of the kitchen without another word.

Angry is more than I can say I'm feeling. I'm seething. How can one person make me feel so irritated? I try to ignore it as I clean up my dishes.

I decide to go back upstairs to my room and sleep it off. If I wasn't in the situation that I'm in I would've left instantly with the way she treats me. I can tolerate a lot of behaviours but her's is by far the worst I've come around and I'm not sure I can put up with it much longer.

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