Phonophobia

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"This is where you wanted to take me?" Was the first thing that came out  my mouth as soon as she took the blindfold off.

"This is where I wanted to take you." She confirmed rocking back and forth on her heels.

"You faked being hurt and made me take the day off so you could take me back to my apartment?" I asked more to myself than to her.

"Yeah." She answered with ease.

I blink at her once, twice before making up a better solution.

"Okay Lace, I need the address and phone number of your doctor." I mumbled rummaging through my bag for a piece of paper and pen.

Lace rolled her eyes.

"Just fucking open the door already, Gail."

"Okay, okay." I yeeted.

I pulled out my set of keys from the pocket of my sweatpants. Two metal keys clinked on each other as I rose the set to my eyes.

"I could've sworn there were three keys." I said in wonder.

"My legs are key–ling me." Lace said narrowing her eyes playfully.

I chuckled at her joke.

I slipped one of the designated keys in and unlocked my door. I immediately took a step back when when the door opened and stared at Lace in pure horror.

"What's wrong." Lace asked, peering into the room over my head.

"I think I've misplaced my keys with someone else's." I gasped checking the numbers on the key holder.

It was definitely 06 not 90.

"No, I'm pretty sure it isn't someone else's."  Lace said checking her perfectly manicured nails.

"This room has a carpeted floor. Mine barely has a footmat!!" I said in a hushed whisper in case someone might see us at this crime scene.

"Abigail, just get inside."

We might get beaten up.

"No, I need to see the landlord fist... I mean first." I decided.

"There's no need for that."

"Are you insulting me? I feel insulted, I mean, how on earth would I afford a carp-"

I was cut off due to the room next to the one we're standing in front of, bolting open.

Arin. A twenty-five year old lady who moved in a few months ago. She got divorced and decided to take a break from all relationships, she only goes out when she runs out of grocery. She prays 24/7 and devoted her life to God. I think she's officially a nun now. She's a very nice person.

I thought she was next door to me?

"Oh Amanda, I've been waiting for you to come back." Arin said with a friendly smile.

She never asked my name even though I did a full interview with her when she came. I let her name me Amanda, it makes her happy.

"Congratulations on pimping your apartment, although the workers were very loud they interrupted my union with the Lord, twice." She ended with a disapproved frown.

"But they gave me your pet to keep for you." She smiled again before going back inside for a minute. She then came back with a bowl half full with water with greenish blue pebbles at the bottom. My orange fish, Fish, was wiggling at the centre.

I had zero knowledge of what she was talking about and how Fish ended up here, with her.

"T-thank you?" I stuttered with slight confusion.