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Kicked out
Kicked out
Myra sat in her room, fuming. Yet again her step-father had locked her in her room while he had his business friends over. "Fucking little…" Myra threw her pillow at her wall. She hated him. No one but the maids and her tutors even knew she existed at all. "Children should neither be seen nor heard." was her father's argument. It was no fair. But Myra always had the window. She could just run away and do them both a favor. No, Myra could not do that. She was only sixteen, not really old enough to buy an apartment and what would she do for a job? Plus there was the fact that she had zippo money. All her clothes she ordered from online using limited access to her father's account. "What the hell am I going to do mom?" she asked, looking up at the ceiling which was painted like the night sky. Myra's mom was long gone, but Myra still looked to the caring mother she once had for guidance.
Someone knocked on the door. "I'm decent." Myra called to whoever it was, she could no say "come in" for the door was locked from the outside as usual. Myra heard the click as the door unlocked and a wary maid stepped in with a tray of food. Had it been that long? Myra looked at the clock, seven-thirty p.m. "Your dinner, miss Myra." said the maid, placing the tray on a table big enough for two and curtsying a little. "Thanks." Myra said, nodding to the maid and handing her a few coins. The maid smiled broadly, and left. Myra's father did not pay the maids too much.
Myra sat down at her little dining table and examined her dinner. Ribs, yum. Myra dug in. Halfway through devouring the entire rib, Myra's cell phone rang. She wiped her face and fingers off and picked up the bronze-colored phone. "Myra here," she said, waiting to see who had called. "Myra honey!" said the usually cheery voice of Sophie, Myra's best friend. "Hey Sophie" Myra said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Sophie only really called when she going out to party and wanted Myra to come along. "Whats up?" Myra asked, getting excited now. "Well," Sophie started "I'm going out to that pretty little club on Venders street and I thought since you liked it last time, you'd like to come along." she said, confirming Myra's thoughts and hopes. "When do I need to be ready?" Myra asked, knowing that she would be left alone for the rest of the night. "Um... half an hour? You want me to stop my your window again?"
"That works great. Thanks Soph."
"Awesome, girl. See you then!"
Myra snapped the phone shut and turned back to her ribs.
When she had finished the ribs, which did not take very long, Myra opened her closet. She did not really have much, but she had enough. Myra threw on a black tank-top, some ripped jeans she and Sophie had dyed purple, and her fishnet gloves. Myra looked at her collection of boots and picked out a pair of black commando-like boots and tied them on tight. She then went back out to her room and to her vanity and picked out a pair of thick-looking purple hoop earings and applied some dark eyeshadow to her eyes and grabbed her purse.
It did not take much more time for Sophie to arrive. She stopped on the street just a dash fro Myra's window. Myra took out the fire escape ladder and climbed down, running for Sophie's as fast as she could. Once in, Sophie kissed Myra on both cheeks and stepped on the gas.
With Sophie's driving, it took no time at all to reach the club. Myra could hear the music blaring out the open doors as people waited impatiently in line. Sophie parked the car ans walked right to one of the guards, dragging Myra along beside her. It was now that Myra noticed Sophie's dress. It was a dark blue baby-doll dress that stopped much too soon on her thighs. She was also wearing stiletto heals that matched her dress. "Hey baby doll," said the guard to Sophie. "Can I help you?" he asked. Sophie batted her blue eyes at him. "You can let me and my girl in." she said with a wink. I rolled my eyes. Sophie was such a tease. That poor guard was probably now hoping for some fun after work. Too bad.
The guard let us in, much to the dismay of everyone else in line. The club was filled with people drinking and dancing. I weeded out an empty table while Sophie got us some drinks. She had just turned eighteen, and was now legally allowed to get us beer.
Sophie came back with two hard lime-aids and popped the top off of them both and handed one to me. "So, you gonna dance dirty with anyone?" Sophie asked. She always did. Myra looked around, but could not see anybody that appealed to me in the mass of people. "I dun think so." she said, sipping her beer and looking back to her girlfriend. "You?" though Myra already knew the answer. "Hell yeah! Theres a group of boys over at that table that look like they'd be nice." She said, pointing to a few boys who looked like they could kill somebody with all the piercings they had on their faces. "You're crazy, Soph." Sophie giggled. "Damn strait." she said getting up and walking over to the boys she had just pointed out.
A song Myra loved came on and she downed the rest of her beer and headed on into the dance floor. Sophie was showing off her hips in a large dancing circle in the middle of the floor. Myra made eye contact with her, telling her come Myra's way when she was done.
Sophie was dancing in place beside Myra while Myra warmed up to dancing. It took her a minute or two to start going crazy like Sophie. But soon enough, Myra was the one out in the middle of the circle getting hollers of encouragement from the crowd. Myra motioned for Sophie to come out and join her. Sophie was more than willing.
As Sophie and Myra danced, they got plenty of people yelling at them to go on, but Myra was in need of a refreshment. She and Sophie went up to the bar and got some more drinks. "Ow, girl!" Sophie said, nudging Myra. "You've been holding out on me." she said, taking a long swig from her beer. Myra laughed. "Not really. I've just been making sure I could dance like hat before you and I tore up the floor." she said. The two of them laughed.
The party ended sooner that Myra would have liked. Someone had broken the toilets and everyone had to leave unless they wanted to be drenched in sewer water. Sophie was wasted, good thing Myra knew how to drive.
Myra dropped Sophie off at her place and left the car there. It was not too long of a walk back to Myra's house. But it was a lonely walk. The city sky was covered in musk, like always.
Once home, Myra climbed up the fire escape ladder she had used to get out and put it back where it belonged. She looked at the clock. Four a.m. Myra's usual bedtime. She took off her party clothes and threw them in the hamper after she had taken her boots off and tossed them back in the closet. Myra took her earings off and took a quick shower. She dressed for bed and passed out.
The whir of machinery was what really woke Myra up. The irritating GONG-GONG-GONG of the clock was what got Myra out of bed. "I hate mornings." she mumbled. It was nine a.m. "Well lets see..." she did the math in her head. "Six hours of sleep. Charlie will notice." Myra grumbled.
Myra headed downstairs for breakfast. Her step-father was already at the table eating toast. A maid was just coming out with Myra's sausage and eggs. At least Myra was well fed. "Morning," Charlie said in an emotionless tone. "Morning." Myra answered, sitting down and eating her eggs. Charlie looked up at her. "Where did you go last night?" he asked casually. Myra hated it when he did that. "Out." she said, knowing he would not drop the subject just yet. "With whom?"
"Soph."
"Your whore friend?"
That put Myra off. Sophie was no whore, she was just more open with her sexuality than most other girls. "Sophie's not a whore, Charlie." Myra corrected him, trying to stay calm and controlled at the table. Her mother had taught Myra to mind her manners even if she did not like the person she was talking to. "Then what is she?" Charlie asked, still keeping his calm tone. He was a business man, he was practiced at this. "She's a good friend of mine." Myra answered simply. "Mmhm." Charlie mumbled, finally dropping the subject.
It was Saturday, so Myra could wander about the house and stretch her legs. The garden was Myra's favorite place to be. It smelled so nice. Like her mother. Myra sat on the stone bench and held a blooming rosebud in her palm. "Your roses are doin' good, mom." Myra said, remembering all the time that her mother had spent here taking care of the roses. "I miss you." she whispered. Myra's mom had taken her own life, when Myra was ten. Six long years ago. Charlie had driven her over the edge. She had told Myra herself. "I can't take him any more, Myra. I just can't go on like this." she had said to Myra before going to her room. Myra had no idea what her mother had really meant when she said those words. But and hour later, a gunshot sounded from her mother's room and when Myra ran to see what had happened… That was a sight that a ten-year-old should never see.
"She's gone. Get over it." Charlie said coldly. When did he get here? Had he heard Myra? "Say again?" Myra asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about. "Your mother is gone. Get over it and grow up." Charlie said, his voice still cold. Myra held back tears for the millionth time. "I know she's gone. Is it such a sin to miss her? She cared for me more than you ever did." Myra let her hate leak into her voice. "Your mother obviously didn't care for you as much as you think if she took her own life to get away." he said. Myra shot up, pulling the rose up with her. The thorns hurt, but not as much as Charlie's words did. "Mom took her life because of you! You drove her to insanity! I saw her. Every time you spoke to her, it was like you were stabbing her with blunt knives! She told me herself that it was because of you she could not go on!" Myra yelled, no longer being able to hold back her tears. She could feel the pain as the thorns dug into her skin and she could feel the warm blood trickle through her fingers.
Charlie was quiet for a moment. But his face was still cold and emotionless. "Myra, talk to me like that again, and you can pack your bags and leave." he said. Myra clenched her fists even tighter now and slapped Charlie, hard, across the face. "I'd rather leave now." she said, storming up to her room to pack.
Myra was sure to smear her bloody hand over anything white and valuable to Charlie, and that was a lot of stuff. Once in her room, she dialed Sophie's number. It took two rings for Sophie to pick up. "Yellow?" Sophie's cheery voice sounded through the phone. "Hey Sophie?" Myra asked, her voice cracking. "Oh! Myra honey, whats wrong? Did he beat you again?" she asked, panicked now. Myra shook her head and then remembered that Sophie could not see her. "No. He just kicked me out. Can I come to your place?" she asked, her hand washed and clean. "Definitely! I'll be over there as soon as I can. Hold on, 'kay?" Sophie asked. " 'Kay." Myra said, snapping the phone shut. She looked at the little bronze gears that turned on the outside of the cell phone for decoration. "Get packed, Myra." Myra told herself, leaving the bathroom and getting out her suitcase.
It did not take long for Myra to pack. Nor did it take long for Sophie to get there. The doorbell rang and Myra almost ran down the stairs with her single suitcase and passenger bag. A maid had jsut opened the door. "I'm sorry but there is no My-" she was cut off as Myra shoved past her towards Sophie's car. "Lets get out of here, Soph. I'm sick of it." she said. Sophie gave the maid a hard glare and then went to being Myra's big sister figure and helped get her stuff in the trunk. "You can stay with me hun'. I've got room." Sophie said, starting the car and driving away.
