Assassin Zero

Unfortunately, We're Neighbors.

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"Bye, and don't forget to lock up the place, you're always leaving the door unlocked", Stacy said, parking her car in front of my apartment building before I got out.

"How do you know that? Besides, it's not like I do it on purpose", I rolled my eyes. Stacy has always been the motherly figure between the two of us, always has, is and will. She's always scolding me about little things and has been trying to make me stop drinking. But it's not like I'm that bad, I normally just drink once a week, which is fair in my opinion.

However, even though she's a mother figure, she has no clue how a true mother acts because shortly after she was born, her mother died, which only left her and her dad. I'd say, considering the fact that she's always blamed herself for her mothers death, her fathers love is so unconditional. I envied that. And she envied my mother.

"Why can't you just lock the damn door when you get inside? I swear one day you'll get kidnapped in your little bed whilst dreaming about that bartender", she chuckled, causing me to roll my eyes. It had now been a week since I went to that bar. A part of me is satisfied that I won't see him again, but again, another part is dying to go back there, and I think it isn't for the drinks or Robert.

I tried calling Robert twice a few days ago, but he never answered my calls. I don't even know why I called. Maybe I was looking for a reason to go back. "Come on, who would be dumb enough to try and kidnap me? It would be pointless", I said. In my head, it sounded funny, but once I said it, I realized just how sad that sounded.

"You have no idea, do you?" Stacy whispered under her breath. "Anyway, I gotta go, dad's probably waiting home for me. See you on Monday?"

I smiled with a nod right before she drove off. As soon as I turned around, my phone rang just from my pocket. I got it out before sighing at the caller ID.

"Hello, mother", I said making my way into the building.

"Allison, why weren't you picking up my calls?" She asked. Should that even be a question?

"I have a job, mother. I can't pick up phone calls during working hours", I reminded her, I heard her chuckle on the other side of the phone, and that's when I knew that she was probably going to insult my job or say something rude. "A job? Allison dear, what you do isn't a job, a real job is something more effective like-"

"Being a lawyer like Maddison", I interrupted her as I walked upstairs. This wasn't just a deja vú, we'd had this conversation a thousand times. And I was sick of it.

"Well, looks like you already know that", she laughed.

"Was that the reason you wanted to talk?" I walked upstairs, reaching the floor that led to my apartment finally. I don't even know why I punished myself to get such a high floor, knowing that I usually arrived tired from work or drunk.

"You know, your father and I spoke to the Steven family. I don't know if you remember them but you used to play with their son back when you were kids. He's just slightly older than you". Oh gosh, here we go again.

"We haven't spoken for nearly a month and when you call it's to talk about me getting married? I've told you this before, I don't want to get married!" I exclaimed. When would these conversations become history?

"Aren't you the slightest embarrassed, Allison? Your younger sister has a great job, lives in a mansion and is getting married in less than a month! The first borns have to get married first, that's how it's been".