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Kelly assumed to be safe that the couple would be out for 2 hours or so. And since she was in a bedroom, a really nice one she might add, she found the attached bathroom rather quickly and decided a shower was the first order of business. She stripped quickly stacked the granola bars on the counter and avoided looking into the mirror, lest she dwell on the scars and bruises and worst of all, her eyes. Once inside the well-kept and wonderful shower, Kelly allowed herself to relax under the first hot water shower she'd had in months. Her father used to turn off the water heater to save money for beer and this..was a heavenly contrast. She must have been under the stream of water for as long as the water stayed hot, cleaning herself thoroughly for about an hour. She didn't know when she would get this glorious opportunity again and suddenly this hygienic act was far more valuable because of its imminent rarity in her life. When she stepped out and wrapped a nice fluffy towel around her, she picked up her clothes and food and checked the time. She had almost an hour left and figured it wouldn't hurt to wash her clothes too. Searching for a washer and dryer, she wondered if people in this neighborhood or even the town realized how lucky they were. Even that boy who had school to get to and a home and bed to sleep in..all of them are just so damn lucky. Kelly sighed, opened the machine she found and tossed her clothes in before setting her granola bars on the lid, thinking of what she could have possibly done in a past life to get the short stick this time around. The shortest washer dryer cycle was 25 minutes. She could probably afford to stay that long. But she would stay vigilant, just in case. Downstairs in this lovely home, Kelly's eyes wandered to the kitchen..or rather, the pantry. As much as she would have like to cook her own meal--that which she was used to doing since she was little--she couldn't bring herself to steal the good stuff. So she raided the snacks, eating a few gummies from a gummy packet on the counter, resting her weary body. It was sore and aching all over, even after the long and wonderful shower. Her eyes grew tired every so often and she kept nodding off, red hair dripping cold on her arms and back. Before she knew it the washer was beeping at her and she had to get up to put her stuff in the dryer. That she did, slowly with half-lidded eyes, and then indulged in a rest at the couch. she was leaning on the comfy arm of one side, scanning some pictures hung or set here and there. In almost every picture, there was a beautiful girl with big eyes and pretty features and dark and perfect hair. Her life seemed absolutely joyful and if she was the one who lived here, Kelly was utterly and shamefully jealous.
Feelings of envy were those which she fell asleep with on the couch of a stranger, wrapped in a towel and shivering thanks to her hair and the luxury of air conditioner. Her body was too exhausted to care.
She woke when she heard a car outside the house. Kelly blinked, gasped and sat up when she realized her predicament. The towel fell to her waist and she didn't even try to pull it up again as she dashed naked to the dryer and started tugging on her warm clothes as quickly as her little body possibly could. Her heart beat fast in her chest and her hands shook, making the task that much harder as she hopped in her pants, hit the little closet door that that housed the cleaning machines and hurt her bruises a few times in her panic, grasping her hoodie, shoes and socks in one hand while closing the closet with the other, shaking from fear and self-disgust. How could she be so stupid?! Kelly tripped on her way up the stairs and bit back a loud whimper when her worst bruise collided hard with the steps. She couldn't go up there anyway, she realized. If she climbed down the way she'd come, the couple would see her out front over the porch. Her eyes darted around for an escape route, but the windows would be too much a hassle to open and the lock was sliding back at the front door. Someone's coming in! Only one thing to do: Hide.
Kelly raced to the little laundry room, climbed on top of the dryer and closed the little closet door. If anyone looked in it, she'd be caught immediately, but no one casually checks their machines this late. as long as she stayed quiet, she could hideout until whoever lives here falls asleep.
Except this person might search everywhere. Because there's a wet towel on the couch and an open window on the second story. Kelly tried to hold her breath as the door to the house opened and her eyes started filling with tears. She put her hands over her mouth and curled up around her hoodie which contained a very important note in the pocket. Since she had no time to put on the long sleeves, the bruises on her wrist and right forearm would be obvious to anyone who discovered her, but the young girl was too frightened out of her mind to think about getting caught.
Feelings of envy were those which she fell asleep with on the couch of a stranger, wrapped in a towel and shivering thanks to her hair and the luxury of air conditioner. Her body was too exhausted to care.
She woke when she heard a car outside the house. Kelly blinked, gasped and sat up when she realized her predicament. The towel fell to her waist and she didn't even try to pull it up again as she dashed naked to the dryer and started tugging on her warm clothes as quickly as her little body possibly could. Her heart beat fast in her chest and her hands shook, making the task that much harder as she hopped in her pants, hit the little closet door that that housed the cleaning machines and hurt her bruises a few times in her panic, grasping her hoodie, shoes and socks in one hand while closing the closet with the other, shaking from fear and self-disgust. How could she be so stupid?! Kelly tripped on her way up the stairs and bit back a loud whimper when her worst bruise collided hard with the steps. She couldn't go up there anyway, she realized. If she climbed down the way she'd come, the couple would see her out front over the porch. Her eyes darted around for an escape route, but the windows would be too much a hassle to open and the lock was sliding back at the front door. Someone's coming in! Only one thing to do: Hide.
Kelly raced to the little laundry room, climbed on top of the dryer and closed the little closet door. If anyone looked in it, she'd be caught immediately, but no one casually checks their machines this late. as long as she stayed quiet, she could hideout until whoever lives here falls asleep.
Except this person might search everywhere. Because there's a wet towel on the couch and an open window on the second story. Kelly tried to hold her breath as the door to the house opened and her eyes started filling with tears. She put her hands over her mouth and curled up around her hoodie which contained a very important note in the pocket. Since she had no time to put on the long sleeves, the bruises on her wrist and right forearm would be obvious to anyone who discovered her, but the young girl was too frightened out of her mind to think about getting caught.