This is your stop.

The bus hissed the door shut and started to pull away. In the back of the bus Trevor and Mitch waved at me innocently until they turned a corner out of view. Why do people treat me like that? Also why do I let them?

I slump my shoulders in defeat and started toward my apartment complex across the street from the stop. It was not the nicest complex, but far better than what I lived in a month and a half ago. That was at least the one good example of PFT, they did get me outta the slums.

Fumbling my keys to the main door, I opened it as quietly as I could make sure not to alarm Eddie, who as it happened lived in the apartment next to the door. Good way to collect rent I guess.

I tiptoed past his door like a character from a 70s cartoon show and prayed he was asleep or passed out drunk. Safely rounding the corner, I let out a breath of relaxation that I didn't have to deal with him.

It's not that I owed him money or anything, matter of fact, he is the only landlord in the world who is sad when you pay on time. It's that Eddie was the kind of guy who went out of his way to get into your pants. As much as I didn't want to fuck the fat fuck I knew deep down that he was going to fuck me over one way or another.

"Hey Ashley home from work?"

...fuck.