I slammed my front door shut and dropped my bag on the floor. Fuck, it’s all fucked up. I need to leave this place. I need to set up a whole new identity and start fresh. I can’t be linked to those assholes and I definitely can’t be linked to the murder in any way.
I sat down in my hallway and tears fell out of my eyes against my will. I never cry and no one has ever seen me cry. I always try and be strong and carefree in front of other people but in reality I’m just as fucked up as everybody else.
“Juno? Are you okay?” My lesbian roommate came slowly out of her room with bed head that could win a prize.
“Yeah, Lumen, I’m fine” I said quickly wiping away tears. “Jesus, its one o’clock. Why are you waking up right now?”
“I had a late night.” She said looking sheepish, just as a very heavily tattooed, butt naked women walked out of her room.
“Well, that was something I didn’t need to see in this lifetime.” I said staring at the 30 year old women drinking my milk with no clothes on.
“Oh, Juno this is…”
“Save it, I have much bigger fish to fry right now.” I said quickly. I was not in the mood for awkward introductions, especially with my lesbian roommates “night friend”.
Lumen moved to my little dead end town about a year ago from Los Angeles, California and quickly found out that her sexuality was not that widely accepted around this town. No-one would give her a house to rent because she insisted on saying she was a lesbian on her application forms.
I had first met her when she tried to hit on me, whilst being heavily drunk, in a quiet bar in the centre of town. It’s fair to say I was amused and felt sorry for her, so when she told me she had nowhere to stay for the night; I took her to my house. I, however, was not amused when I found her on top of me and making out with me in the morning.
But I gave her a place to stay and hooked her up with a job down at the local library and as soon as she started not to hit on me or make out with me, we became good friends. Although I could still see from the way she looked at me that she still had some unrequited feelings going on.
“What kinda fish?” she said looking curious.
“Mmm, I let you know when I fry them.”
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I'm A Sweet Talkin' Southern Bell Killer (ON HOLD)
Подростковая литератураJuno moves back to her home town in North Carolina after living in New York for the worst five years of her life. She makes a new life for herself and even falls in love, but trouble seems to follow her everywhere. Well, she's just going to have to...
