Babe

3

I was packing all of my things, when Flower Child came into the house.

"Tracy there's a man here with Pussycat." She said.

"A man?" I asked as I stood up.

"He went up to George's." She said.

What the fuck was he doing here? Who brought him here?

      "Who brought him here?" I asked.

"Pussycat." She said.

   "You got to be kidding." I said.

I picked up all my bags, went back in my room did a quick check, then followed Flower Child outside.

   I looked to my right, and everyone was standing around, yelling.

     "What is going on?" I asked.

"Clem is being attacked." Someone said.

I pushed through the crowd, pushed through the girls.

"Cliff stop." I said.

He stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around.

"Tracy, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Tracy, how do you know him?" Pussycat asked.

"I'm actually moving out." I said out loud.

"Moving out? You can't move out." Pussycat said.

"I just did." I said holding up my bags.

"Charles is going to be upset." She said.

"Oh well." I said.

"Would you like a lift?" He asked.

"I do actually." I said setting my things down by the car.

I scanned the crowd for her, and once I saw her I went over to her, hugging her.

"You did it." Lynette said.

"Take care of yourself, I'll be back for you." I said letting go.

I then walked over to Pussycat.

"Please stay." She said.

"You know what? I always knew you were a stupid bitch and also." I paused.

I quickly punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground.

"Maybe don't talk shit about me to people. The word always gets back." I said.

I picked my bags back up, opened the car door and got in.

        "You're going to regret this." Pussycat said.

"This is what I've been waiting for." I said.

     "You ready?" Cliff asked as he got in.

"More then ready." I said.

    
    "So whose this Charles dude?" Cliff asked.

"When I first met him, we clicked and we became good friends. He basically took me in, but after time his true colors began to show." I said.

       "How long have you been following him?" Cliff asked.

  "Since I was sixteen, so four years." I said.

"So why did you choose to leave?" He asked.

"The lifestyle isn't good at all and if I stayed any longer I'd probably end up in jail." I said.