Boy Next Door~ l.h

Boy Next Door

Boy Next Door
Chapter 1
Lesley's POV

"Bye, Lesley!!! Thanks again!!!" Mrs. Johnson said as I was leaving her house.

"Don't mention it, I was glad to help," I said back. I lived next door to her and helped with things around the house. I didn't mind, her house was my only escape from my dad.

"Come over if you need anything, anything at all!!!" she said smiling and shutting her front door. I opened the door to my house and dad was sitting on the couch watching porn with a beer in his hand. The sounds coming from the television were making me very uncomfortable.

I left him alone and walked up the stairs to my room. As soon as I sat on my bed I heard, "Lesley!!! Get me another beer!!!" I sighed and walked down the stairs. I opened the fridge and opened a can of Bud-Lite. I handed the beverage to my father and he looked up at me.

"Don't look at me that way!!!" he screamed, taking the beer.

"Yes, sir," I said looking away. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, get your ugly f*ck*ng face out of my sight!!" he screamed, pointing to the stairs. I nodded and walked up the stairs. I sat on my bed and started crying. I was sick of my life, sick of him. I walked to my bathroom and got out my razor. I slid it across my wrist. The pain making me forget my problems for a moment. Dark-red liquid ran down my arm, running into the sink. I put the razor down and turned the sink on, washing the red substance away. I cleaned my arm up and turned the sink off.

I slipped on a pair of shorts and crawled up in ball under the covers. I laid there for a few moments before my dad burst into my room. He walks over to my bed and grabs my hair. I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

"I'm going to the club. Clean the house before I get home, I'm bringing a girl back with me. I want this house to be spotless, do you hear me?" he said in a serious tone.

"Yes, sir," I said before he let go of my head. He walked out of my room, slamming the door. I heard his footsteps going down the stairs and I heard the door slam. I walked downstairs to the living room to do as I was told. The television was still on, showing a couple having sex. I turned it off, while grabbing a garbage bag from the kitchen. I started picking up beer cans that had been there for weeks. They were literally piled up in the floor.

I would try to clean house, but dad would start screaming that this is his house. I had my work cut out for me. About an hour or two passed when I finally finished. I mopped the floor and started on the kitchen.

The dishes were stacked up, and some had mold in them. It was the most discussing thing I'd ever saw in my life. It took me about an hour to wash them, and stack them in the cabinets. I went to the bathroom, took out the garbage, and picked up dad's dirty clothes. I put his clothes in the washer, and took all the garbage bags outside. I cleared off the dinning room table, and put a clean tablecloth on top. I went to his room, made his bed, and cleaned it. It was around 10:00 when I finished.

I wrote a note that told dad I would be at Mrs.Johnson's for the night so him and the girl-I'm guessing it's a hooker because no women on earth would want to be with that man-could have some privacy. I got my sports bag and an outfit for school the next morning. I stuffed all my things I needed to get ready with and walked out the door.

I knocked on Mrs. Johnson's door and she answered with her pajamas on. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I asked.

"No, I was reading my bible. Come in," she said letting me in. Mrs. Johnson was around 55 years old, but she looked about 30. She was very fit for her age, and looked very young as well. A few months back she broke her leg, and asked me to help her out.

"I was wondering if I could stay here tonight." I asked.

"Of course! I was actually about to go over there and ask if you wanted to stay," she said sitting in her rocking chair. Her small Yorkie named Jasmine jumped in her lap, and Mrs. Johnson started petting her.

Mrs. Johnson was like another mother to me. She and my mother were best friends before my mother passed away when I was eleven. Mom never really loved my father, the only reason she stayed with him was because of me. She accidentally got pregnant with me after a one night stand with dad, and after she found out her father made them get married. Dad treated her the same way he does me now.

"So, is anything wrong or did you just want to come over?" Mrs. Johnson asked, awaking me from my thoughts.

"I wanted to. Dad is bringing a girl over tonight and I didn't want to be there," I explained.

"Oh, okay," she said back. The thing I liked most about Mrs. Johnson was that she always listened, no matter what happened. She would never talk about her problems, but she would help me with mine. I would try to talk about what was bothering her, but she would tell me not to worry about her.

"Have you heard about your new neighbors?" she asked.

"No, I didn't know anyone moved into Mr. Waters's house," I said surprised.

"Yeah, an Australian woman and her son have moved in. I went over there after you left to welcome them," she informed me.

"Really? Why would Australians move to Ohio?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. But I have to drive him to school tomorrow, if that's alright with you," she said smiling. Everyday, Mrs. Johnson would take me to school and back because her job is right beside it.

"It's fine with me," I said back. "How old is he?"

"He's in your grade. He's eighteen, his name is Luke Hemmings," she informed me. "Maybe I can work my magic to hook you guys up."

"That won't be necessary," I said laughing. We talked for an hour or two when I heard my dad's car pull in next door. I heard two car doors slam and a woman talk very loud. I looked out the window and saw a big-breasted blond wearing slutty clothing. "Yup," I mumbled to myself, "It's a hooker."

Dad read the note and smiled. He opened the door and walked in. The prostitute followed, already taking her shirt off. I shook my head and looked back at Mrs. Johnson.

"That man really needs the lord," she said to herself. Mrs. Johnson was a very godly woman. She would go to church every Sunday, she hardly ever missed. Every once and a while she would make me go, I wouldn't really want to but I went to make her happy.

"So how is school coming along?" she asked.

"Pretty good, strait A's as always," I said smiling.

"You have a boyfriend?" she asked, but she already knew the answer.

"No, we had this conversation yesterday," I said laughing.

"I know. I wanted to see if anything has changed in the last 24 hours," she said laughing.

She and I talked for a while before she went off to bed. "I have to work tomorrow, so I should get to bed. Goodnight Lesley," she said hugging me.

"Night," I said back. She went to her room, and I laid down on the couch. I covered up with a blanket, and Jasmine hopped in my lap. I fell asleep to the sound of her snoring.

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Okay guys, so I've been experimenting on this story and I actually like it. I hope you guys will like it too!!  I've had a lot of major help from my homie @_kaelirenee_ You  guys should check her out!! She has an amazing MAGcon fanfic she's writing and she only has a few reads. Thanks guys!!

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