10pm and a text from Lucky saying that she and Kat were going to some house party.
She understood all of this was huge for Lucky, but she couldn't help feeling left out. Knowing how Lucky was, she couldn't blame her, she had to blame Kat. Jordan was sure Kat was trouble.
Going to a stranger's house party didn't sound like Lucky at all. But maybe it did. Lucky never spoke much about how she felt about her overprotective parents. Jordan often wondered if Lucky threw herself so completely into her music as an escape. Jordan wished she had that kind of escape. Any escape really.
She came on tour with Lucky for exactly that reason–to get away. Lucky was like a sister to her and she'd do anything for her, but when she asked if she'd tag along on the tour, Jordan said yes more out of selfishness than anything.
Teasing Lucky about how her parents constantly called her, was really her being jealous. Not that she wanted someone hovering over every moment of the day. She just wanted her parents to notice her.
One Month Ago
"Mom, I can't do this anymore. I'm moving out," Jordan sheepishly said to her mother.
"It's ok. I know it's been hard on you here. I'm surprised you lasted this long. When are you going?"
"I don't know. I'll start looking for a place after I get back from Lucky's tour."
Hearing her mother's words of understanding shocked Jordan, and she briefly wondered if things could change at home.
After her parents divorced when she was five, Jordan's mom neglected her daughter. As best as Jordan could figure, Betty was embarrassed not only because she was a divorced woman in her twenties, but also because she had a child.
Once Betty remarried though she didn't return to her motherly duties. She passed along all responsibility to Jordan's new stepfather, who resented her. To call her life hard was an understatement. She wouldn't wish her life on anyone.
An hour later she was in her room folding her laundry when her mother entered.
"You don't have to leave." Her mother's voice was filled with venom. "You have it great here. You've never been anything but an irresponsible, ungrateful shit. You'll never do anything with your life."
"I guess you spoke to Tim."
Betty didn't respond. She turned and left Jordan's room. Jordan wished her mother's words surprised her, but she was used to it. They wounded her each and every time though.
A knock on her bedroom door woke her the next morning. 7am. It was Sunday, why were they waking her so early? She heard another knock then Tim's voice.
"Get up. Your uncle is going to be here any minute with his truck. You're moving out. I got boxes for you."
Jordan quickly packed her things. It all belonged to her. She bought her own bedroom furniture in high school. She had been supporting herself and her family while attending college and working. She didn't know what they would do for money without her but she didn't care.
After finding a cheap storage unit, she realized this was probably the best thing that could happen to her. She felt free, weightless. She just needed a place to stay until Lucky's tour started.
"Hey when do we go on tour?" She asked Lucky on the phone.
"I have to leave for LA tomorrow to start recording and then the tour starts around two weeks later."
"Want some company in LA?"
"I'd love it! But don't you have to work?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll arrange for the time off. Mind if I sleep over tonight?"
"Of course not! My parents would love to see you."
Present Day
Lucky didn't know Jordan was homeless. She knew she should open up more and tell Lucky what was going on, but she didn't want to talk about it. Lucky wouldn't understand, her life was different. Her parents cared and called her everyday.
"That's what happens when someone loves you, they make sure you're ok," she said to herself.
Jordan left her mother's house three weeks ago and still hadn't heard from them. She considered reaching out to her father, but her
She understood all of this was huge for Lucky, but she couldn't help feeling left out. Knowing how Lucky was, she couldn't blame her, she had to blame Kat. Jordan was sure Kat was trouble.
Going to a stranger's house party didn't sound like Lucky at all. But maybe it did. Lucky never spoke much about how she felt about her overprotective parents. Jordan often wondered if Lucky threw herself so completely into her music as an escape. Jordan wished she had that kind of escape. Any escape really.
She came on tour with Lucky for exactly that reason–to get away. Lucky was like a sister to her and she'd do anything for her, but when she asked if she'd tag along on the tour, Jordan said yes more out of selfishness than anything.
Teasing Lucky about how her parents constantly called her, was really her being jealous. Not that she wanted someone hovering over every moment of the day. She just wanted her parents to notice her.
One Month Ago
"Mom, I can't do this anymore. I'm moving out," Jordan sheepishly said to her mother.
"It's ok. I know it's been hard on you here. I'm surprised you lasted this long. When are you going?"
"I don't know. I'll start looking for a place after I get back from Lucky's tour."
Hearing her mother's words of understanding shocked Jordan, and she briefly wondered if things could change at home.
After her parents divorced when she was five, Jordan's mom neglected her daughter. As best as Jordan could figure, Betty was embarrassed not only because she was a divorced woman in her twenties, but also because she had a child.
Once Betty remarried though she didn't return to her motherly duties. She passed along all responsibility to Jordan's new stepfather, who resented her. To call her life hard was an understatement. She wouldn't wish her life on anyone.
An hour later she was in her room folding her laundry when her mother entered.
"You don't have to leave." Her mother's voice was filled with venom. "You have it great here. You've never been anything but an irresponsible, ungrateful shit. You'll never do anything with your life."
"I guess you spoke to Tim."
Betty didn't respond. She turned and left Jordan's room. Jordan wished her mother's words surprised her, but she was used to it. They wounded her each and every time though.
A knock on her bedroom door woke her the next morning. 7am. It was Sunday, why were they waking her so early? She heard another knock then Tim's voice.
"Get up. Your uncle is going to be here any minute with his truck. You're moving out. I got boxes for you."
Jordan quickly packed her things. It all belonged to her. She bought her own bedroom furniture in high school. She had been supporting herself and her family while attending college and working. She didn't know what they would do for money without her but she didn't care.
After finding a cheap storage unit, she realized this was probably the best thing that could happen to her. She felt free, weightless. She just needed a place to stay until Lucky's tour started.
"Hey when do we go on tour?" She asked Lucky on the phone.
"I have to leave for LA tomorrow to start recording and then the tour starts around two weeks later."
"Want some company in LA?"
"I'd love it! But don't you have to work?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll arrange for the time off. Mind if I sleep over tonight?"
"Of course not! My parents would love to see you."
Present Day
Lucky didn't know Jordan was homeless. She knew she should open up more and tell Lucky what was going on, but she didn't want to talk about it. Lucky wouldn't understand, her life was different. Her parents cared and called her everyday.
"That's what happens when someone loves you, they make sure you're ok," she said to herself.
Jordan left her mother's house three weeks ago and still hadn't heard from them. She considered reaching out to her father, but her
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