Thread: RP: Shame: Wanted [ Horror_Show & DarkofNight]

Millie sat in her new room and found herself settled on the floor cross legged as she peered around. It was much smaller than her old room at her Fathers house. In a way she was in a much better living environment than what she was accustomed too. She had lived with her dead beat father since she was little and while he did his best, it was never nearly enough for a growing female. Her father was a depressed alcoholic who ended up drying from diabetes and liver failure. His last days were spent in a nursing home as she stayed alone in their trailer in a low income trailer park. Despite the average visual that came in mind with that Millie kept the trailer in the best condition, clean, organized and did her best to make the outside somewhat presentable with flowers and furniture on the porch. Her mother had been out of the picture since before she could remember. You could say the whole family was a pathetic excuse for a support system. Her mother had gotten pregnant at such a young age with Brandon with another man who she never heard of. Then years later she have gotten knocked up with Millie as there was almost a decade age difference between Millie and Brandon. She was left with her father to survive. As Brandon was able to in her own terms break the mold and provide for himself, getting an education, holding a job and landing this apartment. His life was far from perfect and Millie was about to spiral down further. As her father was dying in the nursing home her older brother who she rarely saw was contacted. She had no idea how it happened and her father had passed before she could ask. Her brother had came in and said he was now responsible for her and that she had a small savings she was unaware of. He was always a matter of factly, even in such a dire situation. She had let her pack what belongings she really wanted but said she could not bring any furniture. He was appalled by the trailer and how she lived and was going to replace anything she needed. He had never been use to having nice things unless she worked for them herself. Most of the time what money she made from her part times jobs was used to help keep the bills paid. Now she had her own small bedroom room in his three bedroom apartment in the big city. He had purchased her new furniture, new clothing, anything she had wanted. She seemed to prideful for take his money so he had ended up getting her essentials she would need. On her desk sat a brand new MacBook and activated iPhone. She was basked in luxury but it didnt stop the fact that she had completely switched how she lived over night. She had been here a week and Brandon was rarely actually here. He came back periodically to shower, to change, to eat a small meal but always left saying he was going to work or had a business trip. He always asked if she wanted or needed anything. She felt like a financial burden that had taken over his apartment. She couldt even figure out if he was ever home before she moved in. There was so many unanswered questions. Brandon was like a distant relative, he would always randomly call or send her gifts, mainly money knowing her situation living with her father but that was as far as it went because of the distance. He had even prevented her from the state burial her father was having, Brando had covered the expenses for him to have a basic burial with a headstone. videoyoutube