~Chris's P.O.V.~
I am awakened by the light jingle of my cell-phone alarm. Quickly dismissing it, I got out of bed and over to my dresser to find an outfit for today. Once I find one, I head into my bathroom. Only to be met with a full tub, a pile of wet clothes, and puddles of blood and water on tile floor.
"Shit." I curse lowly as the memories of last night flood back into the forefront of my mind.
"The least I could've done was let the damn water out."
I let out a sigh of frustration, pulling the stopper from the tub and grabbing the mop from behind my bathroom door. This happens so often that I had to start planning my clean up strategies around the many ways they could fuck up my room or bathroom. I'd hidden quite a bit of cleaning supplies all over the house.
I pulled a bottle of peroxide from cabinet, poring it over the puddle of dried blood. There was a sizzle, followed by a mass of little white bubbles. I watched the peroxide eat away at my blood before drizzling Fabuloso across the floor.
When the floor is mopped clean I go over to my sink, washing my face and brushing my teeth. I had finally finished getting dressed, only to be startled by a car horn going off.
What the fuck?
I walk over to my window and look out to see a big U-Haul truck parked on the curb with a girl unloading boxes. She had to be around my age, maybe a bit older, and masculine. She quite tall from here, but it was hard to tell. If I were to guess, I'd say she looked around 5'11, which was a little tall compared to my 5'4. Her hair seemed to be styled in long locs, though she had it up in a bun. She wore a brown shirt, nude hat, black jeans, and Timbs. Might I add the fact that she was quite attractive?
Wait... what?
I couldn't help but stare until she turned around and caught my eyes. My body grew stiff and I couldn't move. A smirk found it's way to her lips before she winked at me and continued into the house. I was frozen to the spot.
It took me a while to come back to reality and re-collect my dignity. If there was any left, that is.
'What the hell are you talking about, Chris? You don't even know this girl.' I mentally scold myself.
I finish getting dressed and am in the process of putting on my shoes when my Foster Mother, Alice, calls for me.
"Christina! Sweety! Can you come down for a second?" She yells.
Oh shit.... Who's here?
She never called me "Sweety" unless an outsider was here. She always wanted to put up that "Perfect Family" bullshit when we had any sort of company. Especially my case worker. But as soon as they were to leave, all hell brakes loose.
"On my way down!" I respond, stuffing my left foot into it's shoe and quickly tying the laces. I run down the stairs and to the front door where three bodies stood. A woman stood in the door way with a smile on her face, along with Alice and Carl. Except, the woman's smile was the only real one.
"Yes?" I ask, smiling a smile so realistic, a bitch should be given an Oscar.
"This is Mrs. Taylor." Alice speaks, motioning toward the woman in the door way.
"Hello Mrs. Taylor." I reach out for a handshake, only for my hand to be push away and pulled into a hug.
"Oh please, call me Meagan. 'Mrs. Taylor' makes me feel old. It's nice to meet you...." She pauses.
"Christina, Christina Jackson. But I go by Chris." I finish. She nods her head and finally allows me to leave her arms, though I didn't really want to. She was soft and her hug felt better than any I've had in quite a few years.
"Well, I just came to introduce my self, though you may not see me as much as I'd like. My daughter is moving in next door. She's not a "Meet the Neighborhood" kind of person, so I thought I would at least go by one of her neighbor's houses and introduce her myself. I know it's not the same but-"
She was interrupted by my light chuckles which caused her to make her own, but filled with embarrassment.
"I'm rambling aren't I?" She asked.
I nod my head a little as my laughter seizes, my smile now genuine.
"I get it. You just want your daughter to be set." I say.
Suddenly, my heart starts to ache. But I refuse to let her see how I feel. I wish someone cared enough to do this for me.
"Well, I have to get back to helping her unpack." She sighs.
"Do you need any help?" Carl asks. Oh, so now his dick-sucking-ass wishes speak?
"No, it's alright. I'm sure we ha-"
"Nonsense" Alice interrupts.
"Chris would love to help you unload and unpack. Right, Chris?" She smiles my way.
I smile tight, my fists clinching at my sides.
If only I wasn't so small...
If only I was confident enough...
If only I was strong enough...
"Of course." I answer. My nails were digging into the palms of my hands.
Anything to get out of this house.
Meagan nodded in defeat and we both walked over to the house next door. The same house that the girl from earlier was walking into.
Oh damn....
Meagan led me over to the U-Haul, climbing onto the truck and passing me a box. I couldn't help but let my mind wonder off into my current situation. They really sent me to help strangers load up and unpack their home. Not that I'm upset, but we don't know Meagan. Or her daughter. And with the life I live, I wouldn't put anything past anyone.
But then again, new neighbor was sex on legs.
I may have looked calm, cool, and collected externally but internally....
A bitch was dying.
When I came back to reality I had a box in my hand, walking up to the house. Walking inside, the house was quite large. There was a lot more space then I anticipated. The house was already well furnished, so I'm pretty sure the boxes were just dishes, clothes, and a few other things.
"Mom, you back from roaming the- Hey" She smirks, frozen on the last step with her phone in hand.
"Hey, I'm Christina. Call me Chris. Your mom came over and introduced herself and my parents sent me over here to help unload and unpack." I explain. She nods her head and goes back out to the truck. Rude ass. She could've at least given me a name.
"Don't mind her, she can be a pain in the ass." Meagan huffs as she walks into the kitchen with one of the "Kitchen" labeled boxes.
I don't think I took that as serious as I should've....
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General Fiction*Edit/Rewrite in progress* Chris is a 17 year old, Filipino girl living in Oklahoma City. Though she is a very popular girl when it comes to her school life, Chris has various problems at home that she is forced to live through. Being a lesb...
