Rootbeer Float

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"Alright Penny. It's time to get all your shit out of boxes and in there proper places." I try to hype my self up to do, knowing I am completely exhausted. Walking around the house one more time to look at all the boxes "I ate too much. I can do this tomorrow. Besides, I have 2 weeks before I start my new job anyway."

Walking back into my master bedroom I put my sheet and comforter on my bed. Open my box labeled "night clothes and towels" and grab my stuff from the box that I needed for the shower. Taking my time washing up in water Satan would be proud of, I washed in my favorite lavender mint body wash. I can feel all my aches release from my pores and down the drain. Drying off every part of my body and putting on my Sally moomoo, I jumped underneath my covers and snuggled into my pillow. "I hope this place will be better for me. I sure need some luck on might side." Slowly closing my eyes I started drifting off into what I thought would be a peaceful sleep. That would be asking for too much.

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Dragging my feet up to the apartment that I absolutely hate because of Heather, my awful roommate. She always does shit to piss me off. We had an agreement at the beginning when we moved in together that I will help pay for her gas and fully pay for the parking at our job just as long as she takes me to and from work. I told her I could drive but she convinced me that she wanted to. Claiming that she gets car sick if she's not driving.

When I am washing my clothes all of a sudden she wants to wash hers. When mine are in the drier she throws them on the floor to put hers in. Like seriously! Can this woman be considerate for once? My clothes were still wet and I was right in the apartment. Like she couldn't knock on my door and ask me to get my clothes or some shit. Ugh. Only 2 more weeks.

I pause at the staircase before my door. Apartment 302... I was supposed to be home 2 hours ago but when I was doing my last little bit of work my roommate decided to take off without me. I thought she changed when I gave her the parking pass back and twenty bucks for her gas. I guess not.

"Penny?" I turned around when I heard my name and saw Ben and Clare, Heather's parents.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Perez. What brings you here this time of night?" I asked them as I fish the keys out my bag. They look at each other and back to me with confused looks on their face. "Heather didn't tell you?" Mrs. Perez said "We came to visit for the next couple weeks. She told us you already moved out and we could stay in your room." With a chuckle I turned to them "Nope. Still here. Most of my stuff is in storage but I am still looking around."

Heathers parents are really nice unlike their daughter. They don't know about about her sexcapaids or any wrong doing their daughter does. She is the perfect innocent angel in their eyes.

"How are you and Peter doing? He seems like such a good boy. Level headed." Mr. Perez told me.

With a heavy sigh I said "He is okay, I guess. We were suppose to have dinner tonight to celebrate my belated birthday but he said he is staying at work to finish up paperwork." What they don't know is that Peter is a manipulative cocky little jerk that I have no clue why I am attracted to him. I've been with him for 6 months. Once I thought that I loved him. I thought he could change from his playboy ways but things never really go my way. I get the short end of the stick and just take it as a sign that I am destined to be alone forever.

"Come on in. Her car is out parked so she must be home." They follow me to the door.

I was about to put my key into my door when I heard loud moans and grunting. Oh great she must have brought back one of her one night stands again. I just roll my eyes and continue to open the door. I live there too, so I don't really care what she does. I open the door and see her on top of Peter. My boyfriend on my couch. Well I thought he was my boyfriend and I am going to burn that couch. I clear my throat really loud and they stop. Peter pushed Heather off and started stammering.

"Ba.. Babe!! It's... it's not what it looks like! It was just a one time thing. I promise. I will change. She means nothing to me." He looks like he is about to cry but I really have no more strength at the moment.

Heather just sat there and smiled. Fucking smiling. I must be still blocking the door because she has yet to see her parents.

"Peter I don't want to hear any more lies from you. I am done with you. I don't care if you continue screwing her." I said to Peter in a calm voice.

"Heather... before you continue smiling and think that you won. Might I remind your herpe gonorrhea infested ass that your parents are here and they are standing behind me." I say with a smirk on my own. Her smile fades into horror.

"What the hell is going on?!?" Mr. Perez yells at Peter and Heather as he moved passed me.

"Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing here? You were supposed to come this weekend." She gets up and tries to wrap the little sheet that she had around her. It didn't cover anything.

"Well, we thought we could surprise you a couple days early and treat you out to a nice shopping spree. But it looks like you're just over here screwing around with your roommate's boyfriend. I thought we raised you better! I am so disappointed!" Mrs. Perez screamed and slapped her daughter.

Damn. I have never seen Clare so furious.

"And what about David, huh? You remember him, right? Your Fiancee!" SLAP! Damn... did not know she was engaged. Looks like that will be called off if he was smart.

I see Peter in a corner trying to get dressed as fast as he could. I laugh at his attempts as he keeps failing. Mr. Perez sees Peter and throws a right hook straight to his face. I hear a sickening crack and I knew that Mr. Perez just broke Peters nose. That boy always Prides himself over his good looks. Now he's still going to look okay but with a crooked nose.

With all this going on in the living room. I take that as my cue to go. With no emotion I walk to my room. I don't feel anything at the moment.

Hearing the sobs and yelling from Heathers mother. The furious yelling from her father. I could tell their little princess is not going to be financially supported by them anymore. Not my problem.

Hearing the door slam, I plugged my headphones in and listened to my "Lost" playlist. Packing up the last little bit of my stuff in my suitcase and I walk to the front door. I no longer want to be in this place where everything is just going downhill. I'd rather be alone, in a motel where I can just hear my own thoughts.

I know I will have to leave soon so good thing I sent my resignation letter for my boss 2 weeks ago. He did not accept it first because I was hard working and never asked for over time pay but my sanity is more important. I am tired of working like a mule and not getting recognized for it. Research Tech my left butt cheek. I do 75% of the work but they refuse to put my name on any papers. Never again.

Packing up the rest of my belongings I head to my little banged up Nissan. My poor baby was a pretty reliable car until some drunk little teen decided to damn near total her. She can still get to point A to point B just not as safe as I would like.

I make way to a hotel in Wilmington. I wanted to get as far away from Georgetown as my car would allow me. I have another car on the way. I am just waiting for it to be delivered to the dealership next week.

I head to the reception and get a room on the second floor. It's not the best but it is something for now.

In my mind I am laughing because of Heathers situation but in my heart I am broken. I thought Peters cheating ways were over. I thought wrong. I take some melatonin because that's the only way I'll be able to get some sleep tonight. Slowly I feel myself drifting away. My world is engulfed in darkness as I fall into the deepest most uncomfortable pit of my life.

"Damn it! Why can't I get that night out of my head! They mean nothing to me. Absolutely nothing..." I start to count back from 10 to calm down. They don't deserve me caring about what they did to me. All the back stabbing... All the lies...

Welp. Looks like I am not going back to sleep tonight. Might as well put on my rock drive playlist and finish unpacking. It's not like I have enough to fill up this house and I have to order a new couch for the living room. The old one caught on fire for some unknown reason.

I look out my windows towards the stars. "Oh how I miss you Aunt Agatha. Why did you have to go?"