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Sober Living Facility, 5pm
Cop: Here you are.
Lori: *looks up at house* ...This is the place you found for me.
Cop: Yep.
Lori: I was thinking something along the lines of an apartment or...something.
Cop: This should help you keep yourself out of trouble. I spoke with the owner of the place, they said there's a bed available.
Lori: But I'm not a drug addict.
Cop: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *angry sigh* Fine. *opens car door* Maybe I still have a
small problem. *stands*
Cop: *walks over*
Lori: *drags suitcase out*
Cop: You'll be on the third floor of the house, room 13. Your roommate is Tammy Allen, she's been here for 3 months.
Lori: Great and what kind of nutjob is she?
Cop: There are 15 other women living here so-
Lori: No men?
Cop: It's...sort of against the rules.
Lori: Damn, I'm not going to like it here.
Cop: Why don't we get you settled inside.
Lori: May as well.
Inside house, bedroom
Lori: *steps in*
Cop: I'll be downstairs getting all the paperwork in order. *leaves*
Lori: *looks around*
Tammy: *runs out of bathroom, rubs head with towel* Oh HEY! *smiles* You're the new girl!
Lori: *smirks* That's me.
Tammy: *runs over, grabs Lori's hands* I've been itchin' for a new roommate.
Lori: ...What happened to the last one?
Tammy: Oh she died.
Lori: *lifts brow*
Tammy: Abusive ex-husband got to her when she went out to work one day. It was very sad.
Lori: I'm sure.
Tammy: *looks down at Lori's hand* OH hey you're married too?
Lori: *pulls hand away* So how does this place work?
Tammy: Okay well the rules are pretty simple. No drugs, alcohol, sex or illegal items allowed. That also means mouthwash, cold medicines, things like that. As long as you do that and pay your rent, everything's cool. Rent's about 500 bucks a month. It's also imperative that you have a job or go to school. AND we obviously have random drug tests.
Lori: *nods slowly*
Tammy: You ever lived in one of these places before?
Lori: No.
Tammy: Okay well you should catch onto things pretty quickly. The girls are pretty awesome, except for maybe Rita. She's...well she's mean.
Lori: I see.
Tammy: Dinner's on in a few, you're welcome to join us.
Lori: I don't want to be a bother.
Tammy: It's no bother. *grabs Lori's arm* C'mon.
Dining room, 6pm
Everyone: *staring at Lori*
Lori: *looks around* ...Hi.
Tammy: Girls, this is Lori Finch. She's from Miami.
Gwen: What's your story?
Lori: Uh...I-
Rita: Here's a better question, what the hell is she doing eating our food that we all paid for with our own money?
Tammy: Rita, she's family.
Rita: We're not a family, Tam. We share a roof.
Lori: I'm not really hungry so don't worry about it.
Rita: I hope you have a job.
Lori: ...I'm currently looking.
Rita: *rolls eyes* Great, one of
those.
Tammy: You didn't have a job when you first got here.
Rita: I had money.
Tammy: It doesn't count when it's from your pimp.
Rita: You wanna go, bitch?
Tammy: *stands*
Rita: *grabs at Tammy*
Lori: *rubs forehead*
Gwen: GIRLS! Knock it off before I call Mother Hen.
Rita: *sits*
Tammy: *sits*
Lori: ...Mother who?
Tammy: She's the head of the household but she works nights so she's not always around. She makes sure we're following the rules.
Lori: And this person isn't makebelieve, right?
Tammy: *smiles* She's as real as you and I.
Rita: She's also really anal and not in a good way.
Gwen: *pushes plate in front of Lori* Eat up.
Lori: *pushes plate*
Gwen: ...You didn't take a hit of speed today or anything, right?
Lori: I
can eat, I'm choosing not to.
Gwen: If you decide to go on a hunger strike, you'll be kicked out.
Lori: I'm not on a strike. I don't feel comfortable eating y'alls food since some of you seem to have a problem with that.
Gwen: It's not a problem. *pushes plate*
Lori: *sighs, grabs fork*
20 minutes later
Gwen: I saw that cop bring you in, did you just get out of jail?
Lori: Sort of.
Gwen: What were you in for?
Lori: ...Domestic violence.
Tammy: Your hubby hit you and they sent YOU to jail?
Lori: He didn't hit me.
Tammy: Then wh-
Lori: I don't want to talk about it.
Tammy: We're just curious about you, that's all.
Lori: I'm going to head in early. *stands, walks away*
Rita: What a bitch.
Upstairs, bedroom, 11pm
Lori: *lying in bed*
Tammy: *rolls over*
Lori: *sits up, looks at window* ...*grabs jacket*
Biscayne Park, house, midnight
Lori: *bangs on door* ...*bangs on door*
Tom: *opens door* This better be a beautiful woman. *looks at Lori*
Lori: *lifts head*
Tom: *swings door*
Lori: *places hand on door* Tom, I just want to talk.
Tom: Scott called me, he told me where you're staying which means you
cannot be here and I'm not going to be pulled into this if you get kicked out.
Lori: *leans forehead against door* I...need you...please.
Tom: Not a good way to fix things between you and Scott.
Lori: Just 5 minutes.
Tom: No.
Lori: *leaning on door*
Tom: *sighs, opens door*
Lori: *wraps arms around Tom*
Tom: I'm taking you right back to the house.
Lori: *starts to cry*
Tom: *frowns* Lori, it's not the end of the world. It's a lot better than spending your time in jail.
Lori: *crying* I-I can't do this, I-
Tom: Yes you can. You're the strongest woman I know.
Lori: *grips Tom's chest*
Tom: Just let me bundle up the baby and I'll take you back. *walks away*
Lori: *wiping eyes, looks around*
Kitchen, 5 minutes later
Lori: *walks in, opens drawers* ...*picks up gun*
Tom: Lori? *walks over* What are y-
Lori: *pushes gun against abdomen, pulls trigger*
BAM
Tom: LORI! *runs over, grabs Lori*
Lori: *drops gun, falls to knees*
Tom: What the hell did you do that for!
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Tom: *grabs phone from counter*
TBC...................................
