Elli POV


My body felt weak. The drugs were still in my system. Last night was a wreck. I woke up on the floor. I ran my hands roughly through my hair. My rings got stuck in some tangled strands. The house I was in smelled of vomit, booze, and a mix of a dozen or more drugs. It was dark. Shredded sheets were pinned on the walls to stop the light from entering the house. Three other people were half naked and fully asleep on the floor around me. I sat up and wiped off some saliva from the side of my face. One of my shoes were missing. I found it under a girl who was clutching it like a teddy bear. I shoved it onto my foot, grabbed my coat, and headed for the front door.

The light hurt my eyes. I sniffed hard and threw my hands in my leather jacket pockets. It was almost too hot to be wearing all black. But sweating was good for getting all that shit from last night out of my system. I walked down the streets of the run down area and stepped on to a main street. People always starred, I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I would sometimes give them dirty looks back or even throw punches if I felt good enough, if they had suits or fancy hair I would pocket whatever they had. I had zilch today. I sniffed hard again when a woman with short blonde hair looked at me at the corner of her eye. I could swear she smiled.

I flipped my hair out of my eyes and continued with my destination. I walked up the porch to the up kept white house. I turned the handle to see that it was locked.

“Shit!” I mumbled going through my pockets to find only dust. “Lori!” I yelled up to the open window to the side.

“What?!” My perky purple haired sister popped her head of her bedroom window.

“I forgot my keys, open the door for me.”

She rolled her eyes, put her head back inside her window and closed it. I waited for a few minutes then heard the door unlock. “Bruce doesn’t like you living here anymore, Elli.”

She stood in the door way, it was only open enough for us to talk. “What the fuck? Who gives a fuck what Bruce thinks? You’re my fucking sister, let me in you fucking whore.” I tried to shove past her but I was too weak. She got both of us outside on the front porch and closed the door behind her.

“Bruce has a say who lives in his home. He’s my husband, I happen to care a lot about what he thinks.”

I paced slightly in front of her. “You’re the only family I have, Lori.” I scratched my head and sniffed hard again.

“Look, Elli, I love you, but you’re too messed up. I have to do what’s right for both of us. Get your stuff together, I’m sorry you’re the one who ended up this way.”

I spit at her feet as she turned away from me. “Fuck you.”

I threw my hands back in my pocket and walked to my next destination. The house wasn’t that fucked up but it didn’t look very pretty either. I was small, it could fit maybe two people. Small houses were very close to it. No privacy. I knocked on the door, a tall man with buzzed hair and large muscles opened the door.

“Where have you been bitch?” The man asked.

“Shut the fuck up, Trip,” I pushed past him and walked into the kitchen to get some water and a piece of bread.

“It’s not cool if you keep coming here and leaving, you know I got others who spend the night a lot right?” He leaned against the wall and watched me eat.

I ignored him. “It’s not working out Elli. I know you thought that letting me have an open relationship would help but I still don’t even like looking at you.” He nodded toward the front door. “Your shits in a bag by the couch.”

I was speechless, we hadn’t been perfect but I thought we were working, or at least living with it. I finished the bread and dropped the glass down on the counter chipping it. Trip rolled his eyes and walked into the hall way.

I picked up the small bag by the couch and was back on the streets.

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