I knew he would want to see me again which meant that I would get more work. Men as old as him and with a dysfunctional family were easier to manipulate.
As soon as I walked in the questioning began.
"Where have you been?"
"Eleanor I told you I had a commercial to do."
"And it took you all that time to do it? Or were you doing some guy again?"
"Yes Eleanor I'm a prostitute who will fuck any random guy with aids. Go to hell Eleanor." I made my way up the stairs.
"Rhiannon! Little brat you're going to be the death of me!!!"
"I wish!" I yelled walking in the hallway on the way to my room.
I woke up at twelve in the afternoon and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and found nothing interesting to eat so I ordered a pizza. Thirty minutes later it was delivered and I sat on the couch to eat it. Eleanor came in the door looking all serious.
"Damn, who died?" She threw a stack of papers on the coffe table and afterwards she tossed a credit card on top.
"There's your class schedules, school rule handbook, on campus parking permit, list of supplies you'll need, and papers from the teachers that you have to fill out and turn in. You start school on Wednesday." Today is Friday. School was in fact one of the worst inventions created. I had two faced friends who I could never really talk to about anything serious. All they ever cared about was the popularity and how hanging around me would make them popular as well. Being popular wasn't all that great. To be popular all you had to do was have a bad reputation and be decent looking and as soon as people hear about your reputation they start talking and that is what makes you popular.
"And... is the credit card a bribe for me to go to school?"
"No, it's for you to get off your ass and go get your school supplies."
"Do clothes count as school supplies?"
"Even if I told you no you would buy them. What ever you do buy acedemic things before clothing."
"Yea... I'll try." I grabbed the credit card and ran up stairs to get out of my lazy clothes. I put on skinny jeans, a black tanktop with a tiger on it and black wedges. I was ready and excited because in my mind it was a shopping spree. I opened the door only to be stopped by Eleanor.
"Do you have the supply list?"
"Right. How could I forget that?" I walked back to the coffee table and grabbed the paper with the list of supplies. I made my way back out.
"I want you back by ten sharp."
"Whatever." I closed the door behind me and sped off in my car.
I re-checked the list to make sure I had everything on it and I was pretty much done. I made my way to the check out imagining myself out of this boring office and school supply store and in the mall trying on cute clothes. I started stacking the supplies so the cashier could check them out and bag them. He was a cute boy with black hair and hazel eyes who flattered me by getting a glance of my face with every chance he had. He was different, I never saw him look at my butt or my breasts. I kind of liked that but he was definitely not my type, he was way too shy for my likings. The thought of giving him my number crossed my mind but eventually he would let his shyness run him over and discourage him from calling, so why even bother?
I had bought more than I could carry at the mall and during my time spent in the last store, my personal favorite store Fierce, I had an encounter with Mark. He offered to take me home in his limo, and a streak of anger crossed his face when I rejected his offer. I explained that I had driven my car here and I couldn't leave it here he surrendered and offered to help me take my bags to my car. That was one offer I could just not reject, I had bought so much clothes that if added up weighed atleast half my weight. We walked out into the almost empty parking lot and stuffed all of the bags in the trunk of my car as well as the back seat. I stood on the driver's side of my car leaning my butt against the door of my car.
"Rhiannon, won't you accept an invitation to dinner?"
"I can't I have to get home. My..." I had difficulty choking the work out "my mother told me to be home by ten."
"You're actually going to listen to your mother?"
"For this one time, yes." I was hoping to be able to keep that credit card if I did what she asked. I turned around cracking open my car door when Mark's hand slammed it shut stunning me. He pinned my body between his and the car door.
"You feel that don't you?" He said pressing his hard dick against my ass. "You know I want you and that's why you play with me."
"Let me go." I said in a low voice. He grabbed my hips and moved them from side to side.
"Just know if you ever need some wild sex, call me." He whispered into my ear and walked
away. I got into my car locked the doors and turned on the engine with a shaking hand. A drop fell onto my arm and I began wiping streams off my face. I convinced my self to calm down that nothing was wrong and slowly I began making my way home.
I made several trips from my car to my room before Eleanor noticed I was even home.
"I was pretty convinced you weren't going to be here on time." She said sitting on a white leather chair drinking coffee.
"You realize you're drinking coffee when its eighty three degrees outside right?"
"I'm very aware of the weather, what does that have to do with my coffee?"
"You know what? Nevermind."
"Did you get everything?"
"Yes." I yelled heading out to get more bags from my car.
"Are you okay?"
"You're home on time, you're not bitching about anything and you're not asking for help."
"I don't feel like arguing so you might as well stop right there."
"Sounds good to me." She put her coffee on the coffee table and began helping me carry my stuff up. Now it was my turn for interrogation.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course Rhiannon, why?"
"I haven't asked you for help and yet you’re helping me."
"If you don't want it then I won't help." She dropped my bags in the door way and made her way back to the leather chair.
I sighed "Oh there's that selfish bitch of a mother I've always had, it's just simply awkward for you to try to change your ways now Eleanor."
"And there’s the bratty slut I raised. I wasn't trying to change my ways little whore."
"Exactly what you said, you raised me. If you would've given me different examples this would be an entirely different story. Don't come and call me a bratty slut and a whore just because that's what you see in the mirror and you're too arrogant to admit to yourself the monster you are." I smiled and carried the last load of bags up to my room. I went back down to close my trunk and noticed that Eleanor was no longer on the leather chair. As soon as I walked back in I saw her run up the stairs sobbing. How could a monster like her be so emotional? That is by far the strangest thing I've seen.