"Emiline! What are you doing?! Stop fucking around!"
Home sweet hellhole.
"Mom, can I have at least five minutes to relax, cause I, ya know, just got off work. It's not like you do anything. If it weren't for me, you'd be on the streets." I glare at the aging woman I've had the displeasure of calling "mom" for the last twenty years.
"Excuse you?! This is MY house, young lady. Respect your elders and the rules of my home."
"I give respect where respect is due, mother. And rules? Rules?! What rules? I seem to be the only one having to follow them. You and Frank are out for hours partying like hormone raging teenagers!"
She slaps me. The impact is enough to stun me into silence. It's not the first time she's hit me, but she's usually drunk when she does.
"Respect. Don't talk to me like I'm one of your friends. I'm your mother. Treat me as such, or get out."
"Friends? What friends? I've had to set my social life aside to pay our living expenses! Not only do I feed and clothe the both of us, I also support Frank! Mother? I'll treat you as a mother when you start acting like one!"
"GET OUT! I'm sick of your attitude!"
"I'm as good as gone."
I go to my room, get my shit, my very few belongings, all of my clothes, and walk out.
"Wait! I didn't mean it! Emiline! Come back!" My mother calls after me. I keep walking as if I didn't hear her.
"Good riddance." I whisper as I speed off. I don't even look back. I hear her muffled screams, calling out my name. I just turn up the volume and blast Black Veil Brides till I feel that I've made it far enough away from that egotistical bitch.
Where am I?
I look around. The area was completely foreign. I must be in a different parish, or have made it over the state line. The latter seemingly impossible since I've only been driving for fifteen minutes, at least.
I pull into a Walmart parking lot and sit there, wondering about what I was going to do now.
I can do anything, I thought, I'm free..
Free. The the word gave me shivers. I can do anything now. I can do everything. I giggle with excitement.
I dig my phone out and call my bank, canceling my mothers credit cards that were in my name. Uhg.
I start driving again, looking for somewhere to stay, and then I see a hotel. It looked nice enough. Might as well splurge.
I get a room and bring my stuff up. The aloneness, the independence, and, for lack of a better word, the freedom, was riveting.
"First order of business," I say to myself, "find food."
Mini fridge, empty. Why do they have them if not for food pre stocked? So inconvenient. ROOM SERVICE!
I pick up the phone, checking the buttons that call for food, the essence of life, and ask then to bring me shrimp and cocktail sauce. Yum.
There's a knock at the door, assuming that it's my food, I race to it, not bothering to peep through the hole.
"That was fast-" I began, then realized that the person standing before me wasn't room service at all. It was my hero.
"Do you have a phone I could borrow? I left mine in the room, along with the key to get back in. Stupid me right?"
"Uhm, yeah. I have a p-phone. Uh, lemme go get it." I about-face quickly to retrieve it, to realize, not soon enough, that he trailed in after me.
"I'm Andy, by the way. Andy Biersack. And by the looks of that," he pointed at my iPod with a BVB case on it, "you already knew that." He smiled.
"Y-yeah. I know who you are.." I smile back at him, handing him my phone.
'Thanks." He gives me another heart-stopping smile and calls someone, whom I believe was Jake, to come with the room key.
A few minutes later he hands me back my phone. "You're a life saver, you know. Thanks a billion times over. Do you think you could do me another favor?"
"You're very welcome, and it depends on what that favor is, sir." I smile at him.
"Would it be alright if I could stay in here for a few minutes till Jake gets here? It shouldn't take him too long, and I don't want to get mobbed by fangirls..."
"Yes!" I answer immediately. "It's fabulous, whatcha want to do?"
"I don't know. What does two strangers usually do in a situation such as this?" He asks me.
"I have no clue. This is the first time in a long time I've talked to a stranger for this long."
"Seriously?"
"Real talk."
"Wow."
We talked for almost thirty minutes, getting to know each other, sharing embarrassing childhood memories, and eating my shrimp, which had thankfully arrived before I died of hunger.
"That's Jake. I've got to go before be gets worried and assumes I got kidnapped or something."
"Bye, Andy. It was fun talking to you."
"You too." Another smile.
As he walks out, he turns around and says something amazing: "Would you like to go to our concert tomorrow night? If you're not busy or anything.."
"Yes!" I practically shout.
