lachay, bianca a

[bianca lachay]

full name Bianca Alexandra Lachay date of birth 06.07 (23) home town Terre Haute, Indiana current city New York education GED occupation Dancer ________________________________________ If you want to see a polar opposite of New York, your best bet would be a trip to Terre Haute. It’s one of those places where there’s one main road, and if you can’t find what you’re looking for there, you’re taking the hours drive to Indianapolis. It was quiet, with homely people. With the exception of the one year that the class before me decided to throw a rager in the woods, I think it was the hardest the police worked that whole year. Everyone I knew there lived their lives the same way, and had no intention on ever getting out. It’d be a lie to say I knew that I wanted out, because up until around eighteen I didn’t. It was comfortable, and steady, you knew that things could work out. But it was settling, and uncultured. My dad worked for the city, collecting trash.. my mom didn’t begin work until he got hurt on the job, and she went on to answer phones at the doctors office. We didn’t have it all, but we had enough. There was food on the table, clothes on our backs, and a car for Tony and I to chauffeur Stasia around in. We got along fine, for the most part. Tony and my mom were the closest, Stasia and my dad. I more kept to myself, and my friends. See, they got bothered when I did things they didn't like. Tony could do whatever he wanted, come home at any hour of the night, but if I wasn't home by 10pm setting a "good example" for Stas, I was grounded for a week, no less. So when I told them Jamie and Sara were going to Put In Bay for Spring Break, their most obvious answer was no. They didn't like that they were a year older than me, and my mom couldn't stand how Sara's mom believed in no curfews. It took less than Jamie and Sara to convince me to go anyway. See, so when you come from somewhere so small, and you go somewhere a little less small, it feels like a whole new world. Now I could tell you that Ohio is not nearly as fucking cool as I thought it was when I was sixteen, but it was the first time I’d gone anywhere further than an hour a way from home without my parents. I borrowed Jamie’s sisters ID, and we slept in the busiest hotels parking lot in Jamie’s car. Because that was really smart. From then on out, it was put on your best bikini and hold your own. But it was a little bit hard to hold our own when we hit day two of Spring Break and were already out of money! Luckily, we met a group of guys from New York. There were six of them, Tommy, Grant, Pat, Mike, Rowan, and Eli. They were older, hot, willing to pick up our check, and giving us beds to sleep in which were way better than the back seat of the Tahoe. Jamie and Sara fought over Grant, literally for the rest of the trip, I probably would have been sick of it had I been paying attention to anything other than Eli, but alas, no. We just clicked, the first night we met we didn’t even kiss. We sat up on the beach just talking for hours, by the time the sun came up I knew everything that had happened to him for as far back as he could remember. It’s all so grossly cliche now, but when you’re sixteen and all you want is some boy to love you, it was everything. And about three days later we'd already said I love you.. as if that was ok. And when our trips were over, and he asked me to go back to New York with him, I said yes, which was even less ok. I tried the whole emancipation thing, but as it turns out, you need some legitimate reason other than I want to go live with this guy I just met over Spring Break. Eli being the aspiring lawyer he was, tried to come up with a good case, but that didn’t work out too well. So I kind of fucked the family over big time, and refused to go home. My mom flew down, I wouldn’t tell her where I was.. looking back now, it was really fucking bratty, and I would have killed me if I was my own daughter. But luckily they didn’t. Remember that part about not knowing I wanted out of Terre? Well, I still didn’t. As big as the city was, and so full of life, I was tired of it after a week. I wanted to go home, be somewhere a bit more simple, but Eli wasn’t about to go there, so I had to suck it up. He’d told me about his mom and dad, and the way their world worked. How majority of their unions came down to money, and their days and nights were spent making more of it. It took a week for me to learn that he really didn’t exaggerate a single bit of it, if anything, he downplayed it. And to say they hated me would also be a huge downplay. I couldn’t tell you what they said, since to this day he refuses to tell me, as if I’m blind to how bad they didn’t want their baby boy to come home with a girl like me. The only plus that came out of that was Dasia, who I’m positive only was so happy to meet me and take me under her wing in a way just to piss her dad off. I finished my GED online, and lived with Eli. I’d never worked a day in my life, I had no fucking idea what to do. Which was ok, since I was only sixteen, but it wasn’t ok when Eli became my main support system. He didn’t make me feel like a burden at first. But obviously that could only last so long, and so could the big fun I love you let’s play house stage. I realized that I didn’t love him in Put In Bay, but I did the night he went all over the city looking for my favorite cheese from back home in Indiana when I was home sick. The same way I didn’t really hate him when he tried to do the laundry and shrunk my favorite top, but I did when I found him and some sorority girl at an after-hours party. It all got messy from there. I didn’t trust him, and after I wanted to get him back, he didn’t trust me. It became this big fucking game of who could get who worst, but he’d always win. It wasn’t that he got one more below the belt, but that he had every bit of control. At the end of the day, if I hit a little bit too hard, I was out a place to live, and anything else I could possibly need to survive. Thankfully Dasia put me in my place, and pointed out everything I was doing wrong, then made me a list of things to do to get me out the stupid repetitive situation. Number one on that list was get a job. By that time I was eighteen, and there was genuinely no excuse not to have one. But do you know how far you could get in New York without a proper degree? You’re pretty fucking limited to a bodega cashier, barista, server, bar tender, dog walker, nanny, assistant.. the list of suicidal things goes on. The job at Coyote just kind of fell into my lap one night out with the girls. From there, I followed Dasia’s step two, saved up money, and went on to step three, moved out. At that point, anything was fair game. There were a few good things that came about after getting the job. First, Eli’s best friends could be done without him kicking me out. Two, the apartment. Though if I’m being honest I preferred Eli’s. Three, a job that didn’t feel like work at all, and pissed Eli off on top of it. And my favorite, four, Joel. He was in one night with his partner. I think that they were the type that were literally only there for a beer, and couldn’t give a fuck about the show. That in itself made them our prime candidates, Lisa got on the speaker and demanded they lighten up, and have some fun. They ignored it, so you better believe they got shot after shot til they lightened up. Typical Joel, even after that he still sat there all pretentious and to himself! I bothered him for hours, asking what was wrong, why he wasn’t having fun. At a point I’d bothered him so much he told me he knew I wasn’t even 21 and he was going to have me arrested under some doctrine about having to be 21 to serve alcohol. But he never did that, not even after I pulled him up and made him the body shot connoisseur. A week later and he was in again, and Wednesday nights became his thing. Then it turned into “B come watch this new Netflix series on detectives with me, help me perfect my Sherlock Holmes!” Up until his wife had a problem with it anyway. There’s a never ending list of things I’ve done that I regret, but my fucking with her isn’t one of them. We’d been friends long enough at the point where he told me he had to lay off of being friends with me for him to know that I wasn’t going to take that lightly. So when he decided he could sneak out one night after six weeks of playing his perfect husband role, and Zara’s text popped up, I was quick to read and erase. It was mostly for me, but a little bit for him to. What kind of friend would I be if I allowed him to be trapped in a situation he didn’t have the balls to get out of? A worst one. ________________________________________ your name lexa play-by megan member group resident