Plotted Starter for @etchedinash
God, she hated it when her mother brought work home. It was the last thing she needed right now. She glanced over at her mother and her guest with a roll of the eyes, quickly wiping away the tear tracks from her face as she passive-aggressively threw her keys on the coffee table. Raven stepped into the small kitchen, grabbing an open bottle of wine before retreating to her room. A normal mother would probably attempt to stop her under-the-legal-drinking aged daughter but Esperanza wasn’t just any mom, she was a shit mom. As she walked into her room, Raven locked the door behind her. It was a habit she’s had from a young age after a few scary encounters with her mother’s clients.
As she sat down on her bed, she finally let herself cry. Finn, the love of her god damned life, had admitted he cheated on her. As pathetic as it was, she was willing to overlook it. Finn’s done so much to help her and was the only family she had in this godforsaken place. She was willing to overlook it and pretend it never happened but he wasn’t. He was in love with the other girl. So, yeah, her world was basically falling to piece. Now she couldn’t even have a breakdown in peace. She could hear her mother and the client through the walls, making Raven even more disgusting. If it wasn’t for the fact the old man was probably paying their electric bill, the brunette would have started screaming. The most she could do is pop in some headphones at full volume, cry, and drink to try and make herself feel better.
The night only took a turn for the worst when she stumbled out of her room an hour later. Unstable hands attempted to place the empty wine bottle on the coffee table but it fell and made a loud noise. Thankfully, it didn’t break. On her second attempt, she managed to place it on the table. The apartment was quiet, so she assumed her mother’s client had left. Ungracefully, she made her way to the bathroom to relieve her bladder and wash her face. Raven was still angry but the crying had made her sleepy. Sleep sounded great after such a shitty night. Unfortunately, that wasn’t in the plans. When she opened the door, her delayed reactions made her walk right into the older man. Raven immediately tensed up and attempted to push him away but he grabbed hold of her arm, keeping the swaying teen in place.
“Hey, you alright? You seemed a little upset before.”
“I’m fine.” Raven ripped her arm back from his grasp, causing her to stumble into the doorframe behind her.
“Funny definition of fine. You look like you’ve been crying.” Raven knew the man was just trying to make conversation. There was a catch. There was always a catch. She tried to step around him but he sidestepped, blocking her from leaving. “A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be crying. I’d happily take care of you, sweetheart.” The confidence of old white men honestly astounded her. He attempted to cup her cheek but Raven smacked his hand away.
“I’m in high school, asshole.” Technically, she was 18 but that wasn’t something she was going to express to the man. That only made him laugh.
“Ooo, feisty little thing, aren’t we?”
“Fiesty and not interested.”
“Seriously, how much?” Raven’s brain took a second to absorb that statement.
“What?”
“How much you want?”
“I’m not for sale.” Raven snarled with venom, ripping her arm back from the man for the second time, and shoulder checking him out of the way with all her strength. She clenched her jaw so hard, it physically hurt. In context, it was probably the least shitty thing that happened to her today but it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She stormed into her room, packed a duffle-bag filled with clothes and a backpack filled with toiletries and necessities. MIT already accepted her for a full-ride but she wasn’t expected on campus for another two months. Hell, it’d probably take a while to get up there. Worse comes to worst, she’d live on the streets until she was able to get access to the dorms. Anything was better than this shithole. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time she’d have slummed it. That’s how Raven found herself wandering the streets, deciding what the best course of action was to find a way to Cambridge. That’s when she saw a girl about her age sitting on a car, watching the night sky.
“This isn’t a place for a picnic. It gets rough out here.” She warned as she stopped a safe distance away, shoving her hand in her pocket and wrapping around the switchblade just in cause this turned out to be a crazy druggie.