Lonely Road

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Sol dropped Tiffiany off right outside her house. It amazed her that he hadn't needed to ask her for directions, since he'd never driven to her house before. Although, perhaps he remembered from the times Jimmy had driven while he'd been in the back.

"Thanks," he acknowledged her thank you with a nod as she exited the car and slammed the door shut.

She waved him off and waited for the car to turn out the street before she made her way up the driveway. It was gravel so every step she took resulted in crunch that sounded extremly loud in the dead silence of the night that surrounded her.

Cursing, Tiffiany fumbled with her keys, which fell from her grasp landing on the door step in a splutter of clinking metal. She huffed and bent down to pick them up, before then slotting the right key in the lock.

The moment she walked in and shut the door she was met with the hazy light of the small TV screen, which lit up like a lightbulb  in the darkness of the room. Watching the screen was her father, he was sat on the sofa leant slighty forward with a bottle in his hand, staring intently at the screen. His brown short hair was stuck at a strange angle and the buttons on his shirt were mismatched. Tiffany couldn't figure out why as he seemed to be watching the news.

"Dad?" She called out and he immidiatly turned, placing the bottle in his hand on the wooden coffee table.

"Where's Jack? Thought you said he was staying round," she sighed in somewhat relif, he wasn't drunk. It seemed to be the only good thing that had happened that day.

"We broke up,'' she muttered,''I broke up with him," she corrected herself.

"Well I did tell ya he was a prick."

"I'm going to bed dad, I'm not having this conversation with you," Tiffiany mutterd as she made her way up the stairs.

Her father mumbled a quick good might, then resumed his place sat in front of the Television screen. Tiffiany just shook her head and made her way up to her bedroom. On her way she passed her brother's room, which had been closed and locked ever since his arrest. It was her mother who had done it, she'd locked it because she didn't want to be reminded as she only blamed herself. Tiffany still didn't exactly understand why.

When she reached her own door she turned the brass handle gently before pushing it open. It only opened a smidge and she had to forcefully shove it open as a pile of clothing had jammed it ajar. Huffing, she shoved the pile out the way, closed the door and flopped exhaustly on the bed.

As she lay ontop of her bed covers, fully clothed, she wondered if she should have asked Rabbit if he wanted to stay. Seeing as the only place he had to go was his mum's.

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Jimmy sat on top of his mum's car, his feet resting on the bummper as he tried to get what he had seen out of his head. That had been the reason he tried to call, but the phone had been disconnected so it was up to luck. He was unfortunately unlucky, as he had seen his mum ontop of her boyfriend, who Jimmy was unhappy to see was still around.

He heard the door to the trailer open and her turned to see his mum, Stephanie walk in a big knitted jumper and two bottles resting in her arms. Just before she sat next to him on the car, she kissed him on the cheek

"You okay, baby?" She asked handing him one of the bottles, "Don't you think you should have called or... knocked first or something?" She suggested, seeing as he did just walk in unannounced in the middle of the night. 

"Phone's disconnected," he replied with a shrug.

"I know that, Rabbit. I gotta get down to the phone place tomorrow. I've been busy, you know," she let out a sign and took a ship from the bottle in her hand.