I Want To Stay
February 22nd 2012 06:58
Andrea looked at the toy store. It had a assistant wanted sign on its window. She looked at her resume inside of her hands, and she began to sweat as her heartbeat grew wild. She felt her pulse race as she glared at her hands. Then she looked up. She wanted to go towards the window, however she couldn’t push a step forward.
“Come on Andrea, you're eighteen, it's not so hard;” she muttered as she narrowed her eyes and tried to shove her foot forward.
The foot slipped back, and it took all of Andrea's strength to keep it together as she walked further and further back. She glared at the store as she hit a brick wall, then with tears inside of her eyes she shoved the resume into her purse and ran away!
Andrea raced back home. There she flung herself inside of the house, and scrambled into her room. She had a den hide out. It was the only place to put her after the family expanded. She was told she was old enough to sleep in the refurbished den which had been created as she moved to visit relatives for two months. She came back, and she was shown the room. She had thought it was quite amazing at first, but after a while she realised she was just being placed in the only spot there was. It was like a hiding spot, and she began to see that she was just an addition, a number. She was constantly overlooked. Having a den made her disappear.
Andrea sighed as she plopped onto the bed. She wanted to sob. She was still afraid of walking into the store and asking for a job. Still afraid that she would be unable to complete the job she was given. She was afraid that she wouldn't be any good.
“I have a foolish mind;” told Andrea as she leaned to the side and began to rest. “I can't go out like other people;” she sighed as she began to weep. “I'm just a pitiful being living in the basement;” she muttered before she closed her eyes and recalled the moment when her mother Gail had told her it was like a fancy downstairs apartment.
Andrea shrugged, and then she rolled onto her belly and panted out her worries until it was ready to sleep. Her eyes always drooped as her mind told her that she had had enough of the world. They drooped as they began to narrow. They drooped as they began to shut down her mind. Andrea fell asleep, and she nestled on her pillow for a full three hours. She floated on blank dreams, and when she woke her den was also black.
“It's so dark!” muttered Andrea as she glared at the gloom. “Like its midnight;” she added as she blinked up to the roof and saw nothing.
Andrea sighed. She contemplated that at least she didn't have to worry about starting a job. That thought made her relax. Andrea began to feel a little better.
The door opened, and Andrea glared as she heard a voice tell her that dinner was ready. It was her step-father Doug's voice. It resounded and hit Andrea with a force that made her want to go to sleep. He was a big hulk of a fella who had done weights since he was a teen. He got drunk on weight lifting, and it made him really muscly. But he wasn't so big. He didn't drink down all that steroid powder that made body builders into bulky builders. He just did weights to create muscle tone. It made him fit and strong, but not so bulky. Just bulky enough to show off muscle. But not a buff guy.
“Coming!” Andrea called as she smiled.
Andrea got up from her bed as the door closed. She pushed on a cardigan, and then she climbed the staircase. It took a few minutes, by the time she reached the top her family were huddled at the table. Andrea smiled, and moved to them. They barely noticed as she sat. She helped herself to some peas and gravy, and then she helped herself to some baked meat and sausage. She smiled as she began to eat. She even grabbed a bun in order to gobble with the sausage. Doug looked across his shoulder and saw Andrea. He began to loose his appetite as he saw a hair-brush he had thrown away in order to use a comb. She felt adopted, and he wrinkled his nose behind his eyes. Her appearance made the family talk more quietly, and he suddenly realised that she was ruining dinner.
“Want to take it downstairs?” asked Doug as he raised his brows.
Andrea lifted her eyes and looked to Doug. His brows were raised, that meant he was serious. She looked to her mother who held her head down in order to avoid eye-contact. Andrew knew it was unfair, however Doug was going through a mood, and so she grabbed two more buns and left the table. Behind her the family began to talk again, and Andrea sulked as she moved back to her room.
“What the hell do you mean take it downstairs?” she muttered as she sluggishly trod over one stair and then the next.
Andrea grimaced, and then she continued to move. It made her feel unwell, and she stomped hard until she reached the bottom stair. At the last stair she sat down and placed her meal on her lap. She then began to eat. It made her feel good. However her mind still sulked. She didn't want to eat so much, but she did.
Andrea munched down on her sour thoughts and she finished in no time. She then began to grow hungry for dessert. However she didn't want to go and see what it was. She wanted to sulk. Andrea moved to her shower which had been built into the walk in closet, and she showered quickly. She then brushed her teeth, and after she re-dressed into a night-dress.
“Oh sure you look cute, but it's a cover!” she scolded at the pink satin rag-barbie dress. “You were an unwanted!” she claimed before she turned away from the mirror, and then sulked to her bed. “Just an unwanted;” moaned Andrea as she placed a hand on her brow in order to stop her thoughts from creating a hole.
Andrea looked to the ceiling. It was peaceful. However the light was on. She glared at the yellow globe and felt as though she were being greedy with the electricity. So she kept it on, and she knew she was eating up money as long as its synthetic beam shined!
Suddenly the door flung open, and Andrea shivered as she saw Doug as he nursed a beer. He did a burp, and then he closed the door before he walked downstairs in a heavy fashion. He usually stayed away from beer. However tonight he was drinking it kind of heavy. He reeked of the stuff, and Andrea felt chills crawl up her spine as she sat up like a bolt.
“Finish your meal?” asked Doug as he kicked the plate to the side and then trod over the last stair.
“Yes;” told Andrew as she glared.
“Hope you don't mind your presence made me want to barf;” told Doug before he drank a little more beer.
Andrea put a hand up to her nose. She smelled the scent of soap as she scraped her fingers under her nose. It reduced the beer scent and made her heart murmur ease. Doug glared to her, and he guzzled a little more beer as he glared. He felt himself turn red in the chest as he looked to Andrea, and he pushed his beer to the side.
“I haven't seen you for a while it startled me that you should be there;” he added.
“I was there yesterday, and the day before! All week in fact!” told Andrea. “And every week before!”
“Well as you know either I'm looking at your mom or a newspaper;” he muttered as he stared. “I think you see my shoulder blades more often the my face;” he added.
“I know but I look to the food anyway;” told Andrea as she began to grow itched.
Andrea shrugged, and then she took a moment of silence as Doug continued to stand there. She looked at her hands, and then she looked away. She ran a hand over her shoulder for a bit, and then she sighed. Doug picked up his beer and drank, and then he began to scowl. Andrea didn't catch it right away, she busied herself performing a yawn as she ran her fingers through her hair. She lounged for a minute, and then she blinked. She wanted to lay back down, and so she looked to Doug to see if he was going to leave. She gasped as she saw his stare - all goofed up and evil! He looked like a villain in a bad mood, and his face made her gut quiver.
“What?” asked Andrea as she was given a punch.
“Nothing;” muttered Doug as he finished off his beer, and then placed it to the side.
Andrea looked to Doug. He stood solidly. As though he had never drank. The beer hadn't even caused him to bloat. He looked as lean as ever. She glared at him and knew he had just gotten more solid by drinking. It made him feel more masculine. Andrea watched as her nervousness grew. Something inside of her mind warned her that he wanted to kick her out of her den lifestyle. The thought freaked her out.
“So you going to leave? I want to get some sleep;” told Andrea as she sulked.
“I thought you were asleep today;” told Doug.
“I know but it's bedtime;” told Andrea.
“So true;” told Doug before he rolled his eyes.
Doug lingered and Andrea watched. She felt her heartbeat race, and then she began to grow fevered as Doug's energy charged up the room. Doug looked to Andrea and he ran a hand through his hair.
“You ever think of moving out?” he asked. “The girls are all growing up, and they might want separate rooms;” he muttered.
“Well I don't have a job;” muttered Andrea as her mind broke out in pleas that had her on her knees begging for her room!
“So get one;” told Doug as he glared. “There was a seven eleven store wanting a person in the city;” he added.
“Really?” gasped Andrea as she began to feel her palms sweat. “I didn't know;” she muttered.
“You should check it out;” told Doug. “Then move out - the world is big and interesting;” he added.
“I know;” lied Andrea as she felt her nervousness tremble inside of her veins.
“You can live in an apartment of your own, and do the groceries;” he added.
“No;” whispered Andrea under her breath as she thought about struggling for food on an average salary.
“Invite guests, decorate;” added Doug as he began to dream.
“No!” gasped Andrea in shudder.
“Have Christmas with a special someone...” added Doug as he felt his ideals dance.
“No! Stop it! Stop it!” whined Andrea as her panic became too much. “I don't want to move! I don't want to buy my own groceries! I just want to stay here!” she exclaimed.
Doug looked to Andrea, and he narrowed his eyes. He then placed his eyes down, and shook his head.
“So stay;” he muttered as he shrugged and then moved forward.
Doug ran a hand through Andrea's hair. Andrea knew she was supposed to be comforted, however she felt too strained. She sulked as she ignored the sensation that crawled all over her body. Doug scoffed, and then he slurred.
“Of course things might get tight with everyone living under the same roof. Eventually you might have to share this room, bunk with your sister. Maybe halve it so you both have a bed. She can have the one with the study table, I think she's a real thinker;” he muttered before he messed up her hair, and then let her head go.
Doug snorted. It was supposed to have been a laugh but his mind was miles away. He glared at Andrea as he narrowed his eyes.
“I don't mind tight things;” he muttered as he ran some fingers over her peach pale skin.
“What?” asked Andrea as she ruffled her thoughts.
“I don't mind if you stay;” told Doug as he glared with a smear over his eyes.
Andrea thought he looked like a cannibal, however she didn't seem frightened
.
“Come on Andrea, you're eighteen, it's not so hard;” she muttered as she narrowed her eyes and tried to shove her foot forward.
The foot slipped back, and it took all of Andrea's strength to keep it together as she walked further and further back. She glared at the store as she hit a brick wall, then with tears inside of her eyes she shoved the resume into her purse and ran away!
Andrea raced back home. There she flung herself inside of the house, and scrambled into her room. She had a den hide out. It was the only place to put her after the family expanded. She was told she was old enough to sleep in the refurbished den which had been created as she moved to visit relatives for two months. She came back, and she was shown the room. She had thought it was quite amazing at first, but after a while she realised she was just being placed in the only spot there was. It was like a hiding spot, and she began to see that she was just an addition, a number. She was constantly overlooked. Having a den made her disappear.
Andrea sighed as she plopped onto the bed. She wanted to sob. She was still afraid of walking into the store and asking for a job. Still afraid that she would be unable to complete the job she was given. She was afraid that she wouldn't be any good.
“I have a foolish mind;” told Andrea as she leaned to the side and began to rest. “I can't go out like other people;” she sighed as she began to weep. “I'm just a pitiful being living in the basement;” she muttered before she closed her eyes and recalled the moment when her mother Gail had told her it was like a fancy downstairs apartment.
Andrea shrugged, and then she rolled onto her belly and panted out her worries until it was ready to sleep. Her eyes always drooped as her mind told her that she had had enough of the world. They drooped as they began to narrow. They drooped as they began to shut down her mind. Andrea fell asleep, and she nestled on her pillow for a full three hours. She floated on blank dreams, and when she woke her den was also black.
“It's so dark!” muttered Andrea as she glared at the gloom. “Like its midnight;” she added as she blinked up to the roof and saw nothing.
Andrea sighed. She contemplated that at least she didn't have to worry about starting a job. That thought made her relax. Andrea began to feel a little better.
The door opened, and Andrea glared as she heard a voice tell her that dinner was ready. It was her step-father Doug's voice. It resounded and hit Andrea with a force that made her want to go to sleep. He was a big hulk of a fella who had done weights since he was a teen. He got drunk on weight lifting, and it made him really muscly. But he wasn't so big. He didn't drink down all that steroid powder that made body builders into bulky builders. He just did weights to create muscle tone. It made him fit and strong, but not so bulky. Just bulky enough to show off muscle. But not a buff guy.
“Coming!” Andrea called as she smiled.
Andrea got up from her bed as the door closed. She pushed on a cardigan, and then she climbed the staircase. It took a few minutes, by the time she reached the top her family were huddled at the table. Andrea smiled, and moved to them. They barely noticed as she sat. She helped herself to some peas and gravy, and then she helped herself to some baked meat and sausage. She smiled as she began to eat. She even grabbed a bun in order to gobble with the sausage. Doug looked across his shoulder and saw Andrea. He began to loose his appetite as he saw a hair-brush he had thrown away in order to use a comb. She felt adopted, and he wrinkled his nose behind his eyes. Her appearance made the family talk more quietly, and he suddenly realised that she was ruining dinner.
“Want to take it downstairs?” asked Doug as he raised his brows.
Andrea lifted her eyes and looked to Doug. His brows were raised, that meant he was serious. She looked to her mother who held her head down in order to avoid eye-contact. Andrew knew it was unfair, however Doug was going through a mood, and so she grabbed two more buns and left the table. Behind her the family began to talk again, and Andrea sulked as she moved back to her room.
“What the hell do you mean take it downstairs?” she muttered as she sluggishly trod over one stair and then the next.
Andrea grimaced, and then she continued to move. It made her feel unwell, and she stomped hard until she reached the bottom stair. At the last stair she sat down and placed her meal on her lap. She then began to eat. It made her feel good. However her mind still sulked. She didn't want to eat so much, but she did.
Andrea munched down on her sour thoughts and she finished in no time. She then began to grow hungry for dessert. However she didn't want to go and see what it was. She wanted to sulk. Andrea moved to her shower which had been built into the walk in closet, and she showered quickly. She then brushed her teeth, and after she re-dressed into a night-dress.
“Oh sure you look cute, but it's a cover!” she scolded at the pink satin rag-barbie dress. “You were an unwanted!” she claimed before she turned away from the mirror, and then sulked to her bed. “Just an unwanted;” moaned Andrea as she placed a hand on her brow in order to stop her thoughts from creating a hole.
Andrea looked to the ceiling. It was peaceful. However the light was on. She glared at the yellow globe and felt as though she were being greedy with the electricity. So she kept it on, and she knew she was eating up money as long as its synthetic beam shined!
Suddenly the door flung open, and Andrea shivered as she saw Doug as he nursed a beer. He did a burp, and then he closed the door before he walked downstairs in a heavy fashion. He usually stayed away from beer. However tonight he was drinking it kind of heavy. He reeked of the stuff, and Andrea felt chills crawl up her spine as she sat up like a bolt.
“Finish your meal?” asked Doug as he kicked the plate to the side and then trod over the last stair.
“Yes;” told Andrew as she glared.
“Hope you don't mind your presence made me want to barf;” told Doug before he drank a little more beer.
Andrea put a hand up to her nose. She smelled the scent of soap as she scraped her fingers under her nose. It reduced the beer scent and made her heart murmur ease. Doug glared to her, and he guzzled a little more beer as he glared. He felt himself turn red in the chest as he looked to Andrea, and he pushed his beer to the side.
“I haven't seen you for a while it startled me that you should be there;” he added.
“I was there yesterday, and the day before! All week in fact!” told Andrea. “And every week before!”
“Well as you know either I'm looking at your mom or a newspaper;” he muttered as he stared. “I think you see my shoulder blades more often the my face;” he added.
“I know but I look to the food anyway;” told Andrea as she began to grow itched.
Andrea shrugged, and then she took a moment of silence as Doug continued to stand there. She looked at her hands, and then she looked away. She ran a hand over her shoulder for a bit, and then she sighed. Doug picked up his beer and drank, and then he began to scowl. Andrea didn't catch it right away, she busied herself performing a yawn as she ran her fingers through her hair. She lounged for a minute, and then she blinked. She wanted to lay back down, and so she looked to Doug to see if he was going to leave. She gasped as she saw his stare - all goofed up and evil! He looked like a villain in a bad mood, and his face made her gut quiver.
“What?” asked Andrea as she was given a punch.
“Nothing;” muttered Doug as he finished off his beer, and then placed it to the side.
Andrea looked to Doug. He stood solidly. As though he had never drank. The beer hadn't even caused him to bloat. He looked as lean as ever. She glared at him and knew he had just gotten more solid by drinking. It made him feel more masculine. Andrea watched as her nervousness grew. Something inside of her mind warned her that he wanted to kick her out of her den lifestyle. The thought freaked her out.
“So you going to leave? I want to get some sleep;” told Andrea as she sulked.
“I thought you were asleep today;” told Doug.
“I know but it's bedtime;” told Andrea.
“So true;” told Doug before he rolled his eyes.
Doug lingered and Andrea watched. She felt her heartbeat race, and then she began to grow fevered as Doug's energy charged up the room. Doug looked to Andrea and he ran a hand through his hair.
“You ever think of moving out?” he asked. “The girls are all growing up, and they might want separate rooms;” he muttered.
“Well I don't have a job;” muttered Andrea as her mind broke out in pleas that had her on her knees begging for her room!
“So get one;” told Doug as he glared. “There was a seven eleven store wanting a person in the city;” he added.
“Really?” gasped Andrea as she began to feel her palms sweat. “I didn't know;” she muttered.
“You should check it out;” told Doug. “Then move out - the world is big and interesting;” he added.
“I know;” lied Andrea as she felt her nervousness tremble inside of her veins.
“You can live in an apartment of your own, and do the groceries;” he added.
“No;” whispered Andrea under her breath as she thought about struggling for food on an average salary.
“Invite guests, decorate;” added Doug as he began to dream.
“No!” gasped Andrea in shudder.
“Have Christmas with a special someone...” added Doug as he felt his ideals dance.
“No! Stop it! Stop it!” whined Andrea as her panic became too much. “I don't want to move! I don't want to buy my own groceries! I just want to stay here!” she exclaimed.
Doug looked to Andrea, and he narrowed his eyes. He then placed his eyes down, and shook his head.
“So stay;” he muttered as he shrugged and then moved forward.
Doug ran a hand through Andrea's hair. Andrea knew she was supposed to be comforted, however she felt too strained. She sulked as she ignored the sensation that crawled all over her body. Doug scoffed, and then he slurred.
“Of course things might get tight with everyone living under the same roof. Eventually you might have to share this room, bunk with your sister. Maybe halve it so you both have a bed. She can have the one with the study table, I think she's a real thinker;” he muttered before he messed up her hair, and then let her head go.
Doug snorted. It was supposed to have been a laugh but his mind was miles away. He glared at Andrea as he narrowed his eyes.
“I don't mind tight things;” he muttered as he ran some fingers over her peach pale skin.
“What?” asked Andrea as she ruffled her thoughts.
“I don't mind if you stay;” told Doug as he glared with a smear over his eyes.
Andrea thought he looked like a cannibal, however she didn't seem frightened
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