The door slammed shut as Emily leaned against it. She shuddered and muttered to me "He gives me the creeps."
I walked over to the chair and grabbed the clothes I had picked out earlier, jamming them in my bag along with a pair ad swim bottoms and a t-shirt, just in case.
"With the way he looks at you, I'd advise at least a few feet between you at all times," I turned and faced her, and she pulled the door open, walking out ahead of me. He was still there waiting for us, to assure we "got to the car safe," as if walking from the front door to the sidewalk was a life or death situation. Ems stepped off the porch, me about to follow when suddenly he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "I better see you by noon tomorrow," he said, practically growling in my ear, "Or else."
I could smell his cheap whiskey and the stink of entitled middle aged man, almost choking me. "Yeah, whatever," he let go of my arm and waved to Emily as she looked back. I jumped down the steps after her and hauled ass into the passenger seat of the car. "God, just drive," I said at her inquiring look.
After we turned the corner, I stripped off my shirt and replaced it with the peach top I had, and pulled the overalls over my leggings. It was a chilly night for early Autumn, and I was sure the lake would be freezing, but I looked forward to a late night swim.
Emily glanced over at me as I slumped back into the seat.
"What did he say?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, the usual! 'Better see you by noon, you piece of trash, you have to clean up my mess while I yell at you!' Ugh,"
With a small groan, Emily looked back to the road. She knew what he made me do when mom was at work. What he said. She was well aware of the fact that I hated his guts, too.
"Why doesn't your mom just leave him?" she asked for what seemed like the thousandth time. I didn't need to answer. We both had heard it from her multiple times before.
"God I hope this party is better that the one Selene held last month. I need a fucking break." Emily laughed at this, and I joined in when she looked over at me.
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