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'I hope he's home' I thought to myself, walking down the hallway of the apartment building looking over my shoulder, 'because I've go nowhere else to go.'
I knocked on the navy blue door lightly three times so anyone who was awake or a very light sleeper could only here. But of course, the sounds echoed through the long, empty hallway making look over my shoulder for the millionth time since I walked into the building expecting somebody to realize that I murdered my mother less than ten minutes ago and call the cops. Thankfully, he answered the door.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he questioned looking very annoyed by my present like he always does. He wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxers that were somewhat transparent. I couldn't stop my eyes from wondering and soon dirty thoughts began to run a muck in head.
My eyes snapped back up to his when he cleared his throat loud enough for me quickly replace dirty thoughts with clean ones and to switch back to the task that was most important.
"I need your help," I answered. "Please." I begged when he looked like he wanted to slam the door my face.
He sighed deeply but stepped aside to let me in. During the few times that I've visited him, my best friend always led me directly to the bedroom he shared with his cousin Alex or we sat outside talking to each while staring at the wall that appeared to be painted over with the same off white color about twenty times.
I stood awkwardly in the middle of his small living not knowing how I should break the news to him. He leaned up against the door frame waiting for me to say something. Getting really nervous, I cleared my throat and licked my lips.
"Okay so I did something bad. And I need you to help me get out of here." I dragged the words out of my mouth waiting to just be out of there.
"Wait, what did you do?" he asked with a his eyebrow raised.
"I. I killed my mother." I stuttered.
"You did what?!" he shouted turning a bit red. I never saw him like this and I wanted to cry.
"I really didn't mean to. It. It just happened. She was in my face and the scissors were in my hand and. And I just lost control!" my voice began to rise as I spoke faster.
"Be quiet!" he hissed while closing the distance between in a few seconds. All I could was whimper as he looked down on me. And that's when I heard that earth shattering noise. Sirens. Police sirens.
"James please. Please, help me" desperation thick in my voice as I slid against his slight frame to the floor.
"Wait right here" he sighed turning around to his bedroom.
He returned minutes later and nodded for me to follow him out the door. I didn't know how he was going to help me or if he was going to help me at all but I trusted him. I was in love with him once and I trusted him with my heart and my life.
I knocked on the navy blue door lightly three times so anyone who was awake or a very light sleeper could only here. But of course, the sounds echoed through the long, empty hallway making look over my shoulder for the millionth time since I walked into the building expecting somebody to realize that I murdered my mother less than ten minutes ago and call the cops. Thankfully, he answered the door.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he questioned looking very annoyed by my present like he always does. He wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxers that were somewhat transparent. I couldn't stop my eyes from wondering and soon dirty thoughts began to run a muck in head.
My eyes snapped back up to his when he cleared his throat loud enough for me quickly replace dirty thoughts with clean ones and to switch back to the task that was most important.
"I need your help," I answered. "Please." I begged when he looked like he wanted to slam the door my face.
He sighed deeply but stepped aside to let me in. During the few times that I've visited him, my best friend always led me directly to the bedroom he shared with his cousin Alex or we sat outside talking to each while staring at the wall that appeared to be painted over with the same off white color about twenty times.
I stood awkwardly in the middle of his small living not knowing how I should break the news to him. He leaned up against the door frame waiting for me to say something. Getting really nervous, I cleared my throat and licked my lips.
"Okay so I did something bad. And I need you to help me get out of here." I dragged the words out of my mouth waiting to just be out of there.
"Wait, what did you do?" he asked with a his eyebrow raised.
"I. I killed my mother." I stuttered.
"You did what?!" he shouted turning a bit red. I never saw him like this and I wanted to cry.
"I really didn't mean to. It. It just happened. She was in my face and the scissors were in my hand and. And I just lost control!" my voice began to rise as I spoke faster.
"Be quiet!" he hissed while closing the distance between in a few seconds. All I could was whimper as he looked down on me. And that's when I heard that earth shattering noise. Sirens. Police sirens.
"James please. Please, help me" desperation thick in my voice as I slid against his slight frame to the floor.
"Wait right here" he sighed turning around to his bedroom.
He returned minutes later and nodded for me to follow him out the door. I didn't know how he was going to help me or if he was going to help me at all but I trusted him. I was in love with him once and I trusted him with my heart and my life.
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