#rp: DamagedSouls

[westparkgirls]

Damaged Souls

“Ugh, it’s so fucking hot here,” Erica shielded her eyes from the raging West Coast sun as she looked up at the towering Victorian-esque house that was to be her new home. “I miss Colorado, where the sun, ya know, didn’t melt my fucking face off.”

Her dad hoisted their bags and suitcases out of the bed of their old truck and gave her an encouraging smile. She was handed her suitcase and backpack as he spoke, his voice gentle. “This was your decision, snickerdoodle, we can go back. The house hasn’t sold yet.”

The thought was so incredibly tempting. Erica could imagine the warm welcome she’d receive from her friends she had left behind by moving so far away. But this was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead of giving her father an answer, she took the keys from him and rolled her suitcase up to the front door. She unlocked it and threw open the door dramatically.

“Home sweet home, pops! I call the biggest room!”

Erica left her bags in the entrace way and bounded up the stairs, her eyes scouring her new habitat with curiosity. The house didn’t look too bad, it was much nicer than her one back in West Park, and Erica tried to hold on to that small bit of positivity as she opened the doors to the rooms. It was obvious the rooms hadn’t been lived in for some time. Everything was still Pinterest-perfect for the open houses.

She opened the last door and gave a muffled sound of surprise. Standing in front of the window was a blond in a grungy get up. Erica glanced back towards the stairs and contemplated whether or not she should alert her dad. But curiosity killed the cat. Erica stepped further into the room and cleared her throat, a smirk playing on her lips.

“They didn’t tell me a cutie came with the house. Are you a squatter or something? No judgement if you are.”

@blondhurricane