Be Gay Do Crime

The Seducer

                                                              POV: Victoria

            My backstory isn't anything special.  I'm your typical sob story, mentally abusive mom, that kind of stuff.  My mom's a Karen by definition, except her name's Susan. Hell, she might as well be a step above a Karen. 

              My name's Victoria. I'm an absolute hottie, and I'm not afraid to admit it.  Most guys I know only use me for my looks, but I've had a couple throughout my life that have actually been okay.  Did I mention I'm a bisexual queen? No, but there it is. That's why I ran away. To get away from the homophobic family I was living with.

              Sometimes I wish I could go back to being a child, living with a mother who cared for me every second of the day. Then I remember that she only cared because she was playing out the perfect life for me. Ever since the day I was born, she had planned out where I would go to college, what I would do once in college, and what the perfect husband for me would be.  She always wanted me to go the volleyball route for my career, to be some sort of Olympian.  There's no way that's ever happening, Susan. So very sorry honey.

            The day I left went by pretty quick.  It started out as one of those repetitive days, waking up and going to school. It was my last day of high school. I had finally gotten through all four years of that shitty experience and was literally ready to leave home the second I got out. The night before, I had packed the important things in my suitcase. It wasn't much, only basic supplies. Enough to get me by while living in my car if that ended up happening. There was a large possibility, since I had no idea where to go.   

           Honestly, I had kind of thought I could hop from house to house. It wouldn't be very hard to do with my looks. Promise some old guy something in payment to stay the night, and then leave before he could get his hands on me. That's exactly what I did.

         After school let out, I hopped in my car, filled it with gas, and went home. I didn't even bother giving any physical affection to my mom before I left, it's not like she ever did either. The whole "deprive you of physical affection, make you dependent and believe every word I say about you, and then insult every part of your personality and body" kind of thing. Pfft, and she thought she could get to me. I even yelled "bye bitches" just before I closed the front door.

        I got into my car and drove off before anyone could say anything. I sped down that old beat up road leading in and out of my neighborhood that I'd never see again. What a shame, said no one ever. Even the neighborhood is dreary, it's all I've ever seen my whole life. As soon as I could, I pulled off to the side of the road and open up my phone. Quickly, I blocked my mother, father, and brother. No doubt, Susan had already started spamming me with 'come home', 'calling me a bitch is uncalled for', and the famous 'you will regret this'.  I turned off all location enablers, even though I knew my location would still be available. I considered smashing my phone, but I might have needed it later, so I just set it aside for the moment.

        After hours of driving I pull off to the first house I had seen in ages.  I had been driving down a half-dirt road for around 50 something miles.  Lucky for me, it was a man who seemed to be in his 60's sitting on the porch. Before I got out of my car I grabbed my red pocketknife and stuck it into the hem of my skirt. I'm pretty adept at sewing, so I had modified the skirt where there was a pocket for my small knife. I did that with pretty much all of my clothing, you never know when you'd need to protect yourself.  The sun was setting, so all I saw of the mountains off in the distance were shadows in front of the varying oranges and pinks of the sky.  Thinking back to that exact moment, I wish I had kept driving.