my story

Part eight

POV Rachel

the week was over before i even knew it. this school isn't so bad after all. it's better than living with my parents. here i have Jay, the best thing that ever happened to me. he is kind of like a big brother, but from the same age. we take care of eachother. and i wouldn't want it any other way.

today i decided to go look at some houses, i want my own place or maybe a place with Jay. i want somewhere to relax and a place that doesn't remind me of school constantly, so after some researching i found a couple of apartments. i made the appointments and asked if Jay wanted to accompany me, he was happy to go with me.

the first house was nice, it had a chill vibe to it. but it just wasn't what i was looking for. i need space, but it still needs to be cosy. i want luxury, but just enough. i don't wanna go overboard. and a house is too big for me alone, even for two people it was too big. so we went on tho the second apartment. that was more it, it needed some work but it was perfect for me. Jay didn't like it much, so i guess he won't be living with me. the apartment was two bedroom. they both had their own bathrooms and walk-in closets. there was a beautiful kitchen, with an kitchen island! there was a small dining room between the kitchen and living room. the living room was spacious and had lots of natural light coming in, so it was just perfect. plus the bedrooms were on the other sides of the apartment so no one will hear you ;).

i turned to the real estate-agent  and said " i think this is it, is it rental or do i need to buy?"

"you can choose, but i recommend buying because there is a lot to be done and that way it's all yours so you can choose." 

"bitch you can buy a fucking house?! have you seen where it is placed?" jay intervered.

i get why he is so shocked, it was in a guarded community. "yes it is very expansive, but i think it's worth it and i have the money so why not?" i reply to Jay and then turning my attention back to the agent.

"so, you're gonna buy?" he said with a little hope.

"yes! i've already fallen in love with this apartment, so where can i sign." i said jokingly.

"well, my office is two blocks away from here. so if you really want you can sign and get the keys today." he said 

"we'll get in my car and follow you, because i'm signing and moving in asap."

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yesterday i signed for my first official self bought apartment.  i'm so excited and already moving in, so at the moment i am packing up my stuff again and bringing them to my car.

"babygirl, are you leaving so fast?" i saw Aiden in front of me. 

"uhg i wish, but no i'm moving to my own house and still follow classes here." i reply to his question. 

"oh you want more privacy when i get into your bed." he said with a grin.

"keep on dreaming boy. it won't happen." i said while walking around him and continuing my path to my car.

i was finally ready to go to my apartment, i didn't have any furniture so i bought it all online yesterday and made the movers place it this morning. 

(Rachels car is at the top media)

i only had two suitcases so it fitted in my car. this car was really high-priced, but it was totally worth it. everytime i push the gas i feel it through my whole body. this feeling got me in much troubles, i had a hard youth. i was a fucked up kid, still am, and to forget all my troubles i started street racing. the feeling of speed shooting through my body was the best thing that existed for me. i would be depressed when i couldn't race. i got so addicted to that feeling that my parents couldn't handle me anymore. when they wouldn't let me go i would get raging, i would see red and destroy anything in my way. this is one of the reasons they 'kicked' me out, i am not addicted anymore but i have done some awful shit because of it, my own parents are afraid of me now. and it's all my own fucking fault. 

i realised i was pushing my gas pedal all the way down and was going way over the speed limit, but something inside me stopped me from braking. until i saw a red light, you could hear my wheels squeak underneath the car from braking. i am sure there are brake tracks. but i couldn't  care less, my mind was numb and my whole body was running on muscle memory. i couldn't see clearly and i didn't hear anything any more. i was stuck in my own world. 

this happens everytime i think about my past, i know i'm not totally out of the phase. because i still streetrace when i have stress, but my parents can't blame all of it on me. they aren't holy saints themselves and they know it, they just don't admit it.

*Sorry for making you wait so long for this paragraph. i hope you'll enjoy.

xx