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I push myself off the bed and
feel my legs shake beneath me.

Usually when I say that it's because
I've had sex but now it's nothing like
that, unfortunately.

I grab the stupid black cane off the
side table and use it to
support my steps. This is ridiculous,

I can walk without this but I limp, and
this whole thing makes me vulnerable.

I walk out of the small room and
into the main part of this cabin,
the kitchen. It's not too small and
it has everything I need, a fridge,
microwave, sink, oven, the basics.

On the other side of the main area is
the living room, where two red couches
sit across from each other in between
them is a small dark oak coffee table.

There are small rugs around
the cabin, most of them are
the same red as the couches,

This is a two bedroom and one
bathroom cabin, and the bedrooms
are just enough to fit one bed
and two side tables in each room.

The other bedroom just has a desk,
stacks of paper, and a large computer.

No one stays here with me so there is
no need for another bed, when Louis
is here he'll sleep on my bed or the
couch depending on what's going on.

If it isn't obvious I'm pretty dependent
on Louis, I don't enjoy being dependent
on anyone but luckily he doesn't
make me feel bad or use it against me.

I use my money to buy food and the
bills are paid by Marco who doesn't
know I'm living here. If he figures out
I'm here than I'm more than dead.

I don't think he'll figure it out because
he usually forgets about his properties
in Maine, and this cabin is very deep
into the forest, you have to drive
for twenty minutes just to get here.

I've only been out once in the past
two months, I had to
go get medicine from a small clinic
in a stupid small town.

The worst part about this is that I
feel so useless and stuck.
Even though working for Marco was- something, it gave me a purpose,
it made me feel important.

Now I'm just valueless, I need to do
something other than
sitting here, in front of a stupid TV, watching dense shows.

The front door swings open and
reveals Louis, he stumbles into the
cabin and smiles

"Heyy Mar-Marcy" he says sloppily,
the smell of alcohol bounces off
of him and through the whole cabin,
filling my nose "Are you okay?"

I ask him, a little concerned for
him. He doesn't usually get drunk
and show up here, not like this.

"Like you care!" he stumbles past
me and collapses onto the couch.