Chapter 50

Slut next door
Moving houses is supposed to be stressful and moving out of my childhood home to live on my own hours away from my family at twenty-one is maddening, I spent the last three days moving and unpacking boxes but finally, I am done and I have the perfect idea on how to relax now that I am finished moving.
It only takes me a short moment to figure out how to do it safely and once I have I climb out of one of the upstairs windows of my new house, clamber up onto the roof and sit with a six pack of beers and a pack of cigarettes. I crack a beer and take a swig before sparking a cigarette and taking a long drag, I lean back so that I’m practically lying on the roof looking up at the star filled night sky and for the first time in a week I start to actually relax.