Addison groaned and rolled over on her coach- leading her to fall down onto the floor. It took her a moment to react but when she did she slowly moved her hands up to her head and hissed as she opened her eyes.
Oh yes, that was a migraine. She stared up at the white ceiling with chipping paint and let out a long, exasperated breath.
How long do you think this will last?
A quiet voice muttered in the back of Addison's mind. She groaned even louder. She quickly rolled over and hopped up and jogged to the small kitchen. She grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets and filled it water from the tap. Taking a sip of the slightly cold, but in her opinion not cold enough water, her eyes wandered around the very small apartment, scowling at the silence.
Silence was the enemy, it allowed the mind to wander when it needed to focus. To long had she spent in this world with a wandering mind, look where it got her. She ran a hand through her greyish hair, and laughed to herself. What the hell was she thinking? Peace? Why would the world allow that in her life?
"Addison is that you? What the hell were you doing !" A voice filled the empty room as she closed the door. "I was out delivering for you! Don't worry no one saw me!" She called back in a weaker form of her voice, as not to disrespect the boss. "They better not of." She quickly took the chance to run up the staircase and take a sharp turn over-
Her body collided with a body form, she looked up, muttered a quick apology and scampered to the side trying to get to what she called a room- the inevitably was shared with a younger boy that lived in this house also. Soon she was jerked backwards by her jacket hood and was spun around to look up into the face of the man she just collided into to. "Hello there little shrimp..." He smirked through teeth, his breath smelled like a cigarette, but not like how the whole house smelled like an old musty one, his breath was fresh with the disgusting smell, his stained yellow teeth were bared his whole sentence. "I didn't exactly here an apology there..." His words were sickingly sweet, and laced with dark intentions. "I-... I'm sorry mister I didn't mean to..." Addison looked up at him desperately wanting to get out of the situation. The man made a bigger grin, enjoying the display of the scared child before him.
"Oh leave the little kitten alone~ Pay me more attention..." A sly body moved into the upstairs compartment, she had painted on dark red lips, artificial eyelashes and the smell of cheap perfume on her, reeking of it. The man turned his attention and composed himself, slinking over and tossing a arm over the woman and grinning. "Oh yeah... I'd rather give you some... Attention, in.... Private..." The woman let out a cheap, plastic giggle. "Oh yeah? I think we can make that happen..."
Addison bolted around the corner and into her small room she dug around her bed and took out a backpack, stuffing the small amount of clothes into the bag and anything else of her that she could find. She looked over to the opposing bed in her room. She frowned a bit,
"He went away for a while... He will be back in a few days." The man said sitting behind his desk. They said that five weeks ago. He... Wasn't coming back. He was either dead of he was finally liberated. Gone. Taken to a new home, where he could live in peace and not be scared of every passing second in hostile territory, like a mouse in a lion's den.
She wasn't going to wait like the little boy, his name was Jesus. Yes, that was his name. Dark skin, black hair, big brown eyes, missing front teeth... Jesus. He said his mom had met one of the men in the building but started yelling at him, he hit her on the head and she fell and never got back up. He took Jesus with him and he had lived there ever sense. And now he was gone. He is gone, and she isn't going to wait till some miraculous day that she will get a new home.
No,
If she wanted it to happen,
She would have to make it happen herself.
Addison waited until the house fell into a relative silence. Most of the men would be downstairs playing cards by this time, and either too focused on their cards, drunk, or unconscious to see her slip out the back door, run across the pavement to climb over a chain link fence and keep running. She ran down the sidewalks until the building was out of sight. And she kept walking until she came to a building, at least two stories, dark green and red paint, and a sign above it said.
'Calvin's Boxing Gym'
Addison was shaken out of her thoughts, looking down to see her phone making noise for a phone call. She picked it up and answered. She replied and set the phone down, running around the apartment to put on clothes to go downstairs.
The gym was opening soon and she had to unlock the doors.
