Only For You

Trouble

I scrambled out the students parking lot in my old rusty pick up truck.

Speeding out of the gate and onto the road hearing the squeaking sound I've grown use to since sophomore year.

I ran through the red light having no intentions on stopping.

It was almost as if I was in a race... Well I was.

My little home I was currently renting out was about to be destroyed due to my three months pass due rent.

It wasn't my fault I got fired for breaking my old perverted boss's nose.

He cornered me during closing time at the little coffee shop and groped my boobs. Then tried to kiss me.

So would you blame me?

They wanted to turn my home into a strip club or a parking lot.

It was across the street from a liquor store and many other business's... And most of all, it was the only house in sight with open fields around it.

But I knew the land lord on a personal level, hinting why I got off on my three months pay.

He was a nice old caucasian man who owned plenty homes and apartments with little family.

I turned the corner slamming down on the brakes almost hitting the thieves taking my furniture.

I jumped out the car. "Hey! Put that down!" I yelled at some lady taking my coffee maker.

My eyes caught movers throwing my little single bed out on the dirt.

"No! No! No! No! Put that back!" I ran towards the door blocking then from coming out, only to be picked up and moved out the way. Shoving a bright eviction paper in my face.

My land lord pulled up in his fairly expensive car.

I ran over towards him. "Thank god your here Mr. Nelson! Tell them there's been a huge miss understanding and..."

He placed his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sorry Clare, there's nothing I can do, they swiped the house from under my nose."

I dropped to the ground. "Oh my god..." I gripped my hair as they continued to throw out my stuff, and others sneak up and steal what they thought was worth taking and some showing pity trying to help get it back.

I just sat there on my knees as I was slowly becoming homeless.

All the money in my pocket was down to $400 dollars that would most likely last me a week and a half in a extremely cheap motel.

But then I would be left without food beside the free lunch I had in school. Which was looking like it would be my only meal.

I would be screwed on the weekend.

Moments like this is when I wished I hadn't left my foster home.

But I was 18 and tired of living under strangers roofs with them taking pity on my every move.

So I got out of there and ran off to California in a heartbeat.

I didn't need pity... I needed freedom.

Just not this kind.

A hand softly grasping my shoulder broke me from my train of thought.

I looked up at Mr. Nelson through blurred vision.

"I'm so sorry Clare, I tried my best to keep this from happening to you." He helped me up from the ground. "Come with me."

I frowned wiping my tears. "What?"