Sure you Can Have my Autograph!

5

~                                                                                                                                    PART TWO- Famous

I spent ten years in the system, hopping from place to place to place. All of them kept giving me back, swearing I was a demon child. That I decapitated and torchered animals, one said I killed their cat, but as far as I remember they never had a cat. And as for the “animals” they were all stuffies, sure I was a screwed up kid for twisting my stuffed animals heads as if they were owls and pretending they would turn into real animals after. But what do you expect from a kid that was horribly abused and neglected until the time she was 8 and then found her mother with blood spurting out of her chest from a broken vodka bottle being shoved in it. That’s traumatizing stuff there for anyone not to mention a little eight year old. I’ve been out for three years now and let me tell ya, 20 does not seem to be my amazing “oh my god the world is great” year. Everyone says aww you’re gonna love your 20’s, you’ve been an adult long enough to put stuff together and it’s just an exciting adventure from there.

The only thing at least slightly knew is the increase of my boyfriends alcohol levels. He’s pretty mean when he’s drunk but I mean nothing like my mother, and he never means it. He loves me, he tells me all the time when he’s sober. And he’s sweet and kind and handsome, it’s just when he’s drunk when he gets… well you know.

I weave myself through the crowded streets of Chicago, it seems to get busier and more crowded every day I swair. I carefully shot over to my apartment building, unlocking the main door as quick as I could and still managed to get my daily squashing into the glass door smugging it just a little every time. I finally got myself in.

“I swair girly I should start makin’ you wash that glass!” said a playful raspy voice from the back.

“Sorry Trish, I swear every day there’s more people out there!”

“I hear you sister!” she chuckled flashing me a smile from under her intense red curls that frizzed infront of her face.

I smiled back and nodded before hopping my way up the stairs, I live on the top floor, the last room. It’s great for my exercise let me tell ya. The door swung open with it’s usual ear raping screech.

“Hey Keres I’m home.”

A tall dark man came round the corner with a soft smile on his face.

“Hey babe.”

“Nice to see you all happy.”

“Well of course babe, I just saw you.”

“Such a flirt!”

“Sooo I was wondering-”

“Mmm always a catch is there,” I giggled.

“Haha, I just want to go out a few hours with the guys. Mik-ol-boy is leaven for great and better collage herisens. Guys to goddamn smart for his own good and yet dumb enough to reject stamford for a simple small private school down in Virginia. But nonetheless we all love him and want to toss him off.”

“Mmm one condition.”

“Anything me beautiful!”

I walked over to him making my body flush with his despite the towering height difference he had on me.

“Bring home a bucket of chicken and watch a movie with me,” I said smiling.

“Hmm you run a hassle miss Deirdre, but I think I’ll take your offer!”

“I’m glad we could make an agreement Mr. Bent!”

He softly kissed me on the forehead and head out the door swinging of the door on the way.