The house was dilapidating in Olly's opinion. She trudged through the doorway each day remembering that her father would have never accepted these living conditions. But Rachael had insisted they were better off finding a roommate.<br/><br/>"A roommate is fine, but why across the country?" She was bewildered when her mother had brought up the idea<br/>"Because I wouldn't consider this with anyone I didn't trust!" Rachael had always trusted easier than Olly ever had.<br/>"Mom, this isn't one of you're boyfriends, right? I'm not rooming with another fling."<br/>"No, no boyfriends this time, I swear!"<br/><br/>Olly remembered this conversation with malice as Rachael's boyfriend scratched himself carelessly across the table from her. His boxers were baggy and bunched around his legs. Lies were rampant in these parts, and she opened the newspaper nearby in yet another search for jobs- since his job had been a lie, just like his home, and hygiene for that matter.<br/><br/>"I didn't see anything in that one either, sweetie." Rachel delivered a paper plate of buttered toast to her daughter and swiftly continued breakfast for Jeffrey, who accepted no less than omelettes for the day.<br/>"I'll be the judge of that..." The murmuring was muffled by the shifting and snapping of the newspaper so that the papers stopped folding in on themselves.<br/><br/><i><u>“Caregiver needed, must bring Resume. Pay will be discussed upon arrival. Must be trained to deal with bouts of depression and anger. Will be staying with the patient, room, food, provided. Call 555-6768 for further details and instructions, thank you.”</u></i><br/><br/>Room and food. Olly shifted out of the cheap metal chair and took the paper with her to her room, pulling her old laptop from the bag beside her bed and checked quickly to see that she still had her old resume from the job she'd had before. Adjustments were made, but soon it was sliding from an outdated printer and packed into a small backpack along with the newspaper- to remove evidence of her plans. Of course she'd stretched the truth on her resume, it still wasn't entirely inaccurate.<br/><br/>and with that small comfort that she'd allowed herself, she slipped out the front door in determination for total privacy while unlocking her phone screen. This was the best chance she had of getting out of her mother's mess.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bellazon.com%2Fmain%2Fuploads%2Fmonthly_06_2008%2Fpost-5593-1214001900_thumb.jpg&amp;hash=5535b95c48373f9032af171c30db73e8" title="post-5593-1214001900_thumb.jpg">
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