Rooming With The Bad Girl [GXG]

V

~Dorothy Sawdon~

I followed Rachel back to her apartment after she decided to let go of me and stumble over my dog, apologizing and dragging me along to her place to see the mess I had created. It wasn't too bad but... Yeah it was really bad.

It was unfit to live in, seeing that I huge part of the ceiling was soggily laying on the couch and being that we were on the last floor, the outside world was free to roam in the open space of her living room freely.

Hence the birds.

She grumbled about everything until her uncle came over, a friendly looking man with jet black hair and a large smile, sharing a few similarities with Rachel but not quite matching her beauty. I let myself admit that.

He spoke to us in a sorry voice as he layed down the basics, telling us that the building could only cover so much of the expenses and that we would have to pay for the repairs partly. 2 thousand dollars in the exact.

I had nowhere near that much money to spend on Rachel even if I had caused her ceiling to collapse. I felt dizzy just thinking about what I would have to cut to pay even a fraction of that money.

"We'll split it" she said to neither of us in particular, arms akimbo and lips pressed together in a thin line as she stared this down. It was nice of her to offer to pay half when this was actually all my fault but I understood that she was grateful for my letting her stay with me till it was done thing.

I still felt sick to my stomach.

We decided we wouldn't begin doing anything to fix it until we both had plans on hw to pay for it and Rachel singled her uncle out to hushedly talk to him, far enough away for me not or hear.

I didn't pay attention to them, letting it sink in that I d1ould have to cut low on specific expenses to pay this off. I might even have to get a job.

You might be wondering how I even survive this way without a job but the answer is that I once had a job, working doors at a club but after getting harrased there multiple times and then getting blamed for it by my boss, I quit, accepting money from the one person I once swore to myself that I would never take anything from again.

But then I was asking him for money against and satisfying his inflated ego. It killed me ever day when I saw the money he sent me, the amount I needed and didn't get to flamboyantly flaunt but I did not have a choice. But it only meant he was crawling down my neck for a repay quicker.

I gritted my teeth when the thought passed by of me asking him for theoney to fix this. He would pay it surely but then he would dive right into meeting with me and trying to get me to fall into his trap. I could not let that happen.

"You okay, D--uh, Do..." she trailed, clicking her fingers as she tried to remember my name. I humourlessly laughed.

"It's Dorothy" I said for the umpteenth time, "You might wanna make a space for that in your pea sized brain if we're gonna be roommates"

She exchanged her own humourless laugh.

I helped her carry some bags over to my place, dreading different things all at once. Here's a list for you:

1. I was going to be sleeping a door away from the person with the highest body count in the whole town. (I wish I was kidding).