After years of surviving under the roof and shadow of her adoptive mother, Audra is finally claiming her freedom with nothing but a beat-up Honda Civic and the weight of her past.
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It was now the next morning, Audra had found herself awake at 6am. She was always awake early ever since she moved into her apartment. She was currently lying down, staring up at her ceiling. Thinking about the last night she had spent in her previous home. Monique had found out she was planning to move out and called herself trying to make things right. Just the thought of that made Audra scoff to herself.
After years of forcing her to find somewhere to sleep regardless if it was twenty degrees or a burning 90 degrees. The evil woman all of sudden wanted to 'make things right'. Monique told Audra she could have the only other room in the apartment the one she never allowed her to sleep in her entire time living there. On the nights Monique let Audra in the house, she slept on the couch or the floor depending on Monique's mood.
Her last few nights there were nothing like the way she grew up. As early as she could speak and understand english Every night there was something she did wrong or a man to take Monique's attention off of her. She was either a punching bag for the drunken woman one night and invisible to her another night.
Before Audra moved out, Monique allowed her to sleep on the mattress in the vacant bedroom and she even gave her a pillow for the night. Audra politely accepted, she figured after all the suffering she endured with the woman why not use her last few nights to sleep comfortably. Monique assumed that would make Audra stay.
Audra did not understand why she made those efforts. What was the point? She told her how much she hated her everyday and wished she never adopted her. So again, what was the point? Why would she stay?
Audra shook her head before turning to the side. Picking up her phone, she saw that the time read 11:35am. Audra was dreading getting up for the day. She knew it would be eventful and she couldn't say she was excited. One of the hardest things for her were dealing with any human interaction. It was something she grew to hate and worked to avoid. Yet here she was about to provide a home service she wasn't at all prepared for.
Men were not exactly one of her favorite species. In fact, she did not care for them at all. In her twenty-two years of living, she never had a boyfriend, boy best friend, boy anything. She was not a hopeless romantic and she did not watch romance movies during her free time. She blamed her non existent parents for that, she often envied kids who got to grow up with two loving parents. She had no clue how to be romantic, she did not even know if that was possible.
After yesterday she could not help but to wonder if Asan was trying to pursue her in the ways men pursued her coworkers. Last night she spent hours overthinking the fact that he booked a home service. She felt stupid for agreeing because it was obvious he was trying to get something out of her. Something she did not realize until she got home. Audra often created scenarios in her head about people and believed them. A method to push people away that she was not self conscious of.
Audra opened the message thread between her and the man. He had sent his address around 6am, Audra liked the message and tapped the address. He lived 35 minutes away from her, she rolled her eyes at that.
