To sign up for this roleplay, go here: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=18228 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Becky looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She was sweating, which was not attractive- but no one was around, so that was good. She'd been practicing the dance routine for hours, not stopping except to get a drink of water. Her whole body ached, and she was hungry, but still, she didn't stop. Her phone rang, interrupting her routine, and she glared down at it. It was her mother. "Hello?" She answered. "Becky, come home. I need you to make dinner." "Just order it." "Becky, I have a client coming over. Come home now." Click. Her mother hung up. Yeah, a "client". Her mother had clients at the house a lot, but lately it had been the same one, his name was Ross, he was her mother's age, and skinny, with shaggy black hair and big thick glasses. He was greasy and nasty, and had hit on Becky many times. He'd grabbed her ass, told her she was sexy, and tried to kiss her. Of course, her mother didn't notice, and didn't believe her. Becky sighed and gathered her things, then got in her car and drove home. After a quick shower, she started making some dinner. When her mother drove up with her "client" Becky was already upstairs, with her door locked. Her father was probably at a bar somewhere, and her sister was most likely out in some dirty motel room, whoring herself out. Becky's niece, Lily, was only two. But she lived with Becky's other sister, Emma. She and Emma didn't speak much, but that was due to their mother. Becky decided to text her boyfriend, Brent. ~Hey babe. Wanna go see a movie?~ Brent text back right away. ~Cant. I'm working with Jessica. Ttyl~ Becky sighed and tears welled in her eyes. He was constantly blowing her off like that, and he was always "working' with some girl. By working, he said he meant he was getting tutored, or working out. Becky knew that he was fucking these girls. She knew everything. She'd caught him a lot of times, and each time, she promised herself she'd break up with him. But she never did. Deciding to see what he was up to, she grabbed her keys and drove herself to his house. She never knocked, because his parents weren't ever home. So, she let herself in. The stereo was playing in his room, and as she walked up the steps quietly, her heart beat so hard and fast, she could feel it in her head. She took a deep breath, and opened Brent's door. On the bed, there he was, on top of Jessica, pounding away. "Brent! What the fuck?!" Becky yelled, and clicked the radio off. Brent yelped and covered himself, and Jessica smiled smugly at Becky. "Baby, um, what are you doing here?" He asked, smiling. "I was um, Just working with Jessica.." Becky's eyes were full of tears, and they spilled down onto her cheeks. "Yeah, working. Fuck you, Brent. And you too, Jessica. You're a slut. I hope you get aids." She ran down the stairs and out the door. Becky drove to the only place she knew that she would be alone. The old playground behind the local laundry place. It was always deserted. Becky sat on the swings and cried quietly.