TW: Mention of abuse
Lia
“Okay, we’re down to our last four eggs and I am scrambling them with our last two pieces of bread,” my roommate said.
“I know, Owen. I’m so sorry. I know I said I would bring home groceries yesterday, but the incident at the store had me spiraling.” I sat, pouting on the couch, I hated letting him down.
“I know cupcake, I’m sorry. I wish I was at home yesterday to comfort you. But hey, I won the drag queen contest last night, so now we have some extra money to really get a lot of food.”
“Thank the Lord! We were about to have the bare essentials until one of us could come up with more money,” I said to him as I walked into the kitchen.
“Still can’t find a proper job?” He asked.
“You know I can’t. If I put my info out there, Liam will find me. I have a
