The Resident

The Footprint

'It was a squatter'.

You frown at John, 'a what?' He points at the footage, 'just a homeless person, they go and find places to stay at... It looks like he broke through the lock last night... I'm sorry, it seems like I'll have to replace the door downstairs'.

'Jesus... He could've walked straight into my room'.

'I'm glad you woke up when you did'.

He squeezes your shoulder, 'I don't know what he would've done if you hadn't woken up', you didn't want to think about it. The thoughts of John walking up the stairs and into his room drenched in blood had slipped from your mind for a few moments... Speaking of that time... You don't know whether or not you should say something. It was clearly something you weren't meant to see.

No, not now, some other time.

You look over at John and you stare for a few moments, thinking about what to say, 'John?' He responds by looking at you, 'the night before, I heard some banging noises... Has the squatter been here longer?'
You could see that he had tensed, 'banging noises?'

'Yeah, I mean there was no way in hell that I was going to go see for myself'.

You're not doing this properly.

'But... Did you?'

You shake your head, 'no... So was the squatter here before?' John shakes his head slowly, he knew something was up and you had no way to get out of this one now.

'I don't know if we're going to be safe here... How did you manage to get through this?'

John's feature softened and you knew you had thrown him off track, 'I've been alone for most of my life, so I'm use to it'.

'Really? No wife or partner... Before?'

His smile faltered, 'I- I had a wife, and her name was Helen. She ended up dying from cancer', you felt a pang of sadness and you watch as he shifted uncomfortably, 'oh, I'm sorry to hear that'.

'I could ask you the same question but, I know of Jackson'.

You roll your eyes but your eyes are starting to hurt as you try to fight back tears, 'we were good friends, friends for years basically. We did so much together and then we decided to get married'.

'But... It didn't work out'.

'No... Turns out I guess we weren't meant to be together in holy matrimony'.

John sits back and stares at the ceiling, 'well, I guess we've both got things happening in our lives then'.
You stare at each other a fter awhile until you pounce.

The two of you clash together, your lips bite at his as his large hands roam around your chest before bringing you closer. You know you shouldn't do this. You're already scared of John as it is, but maybe it was better this way. This was one way to make him think otherwise. He shoves you down on the carpet covered floor and you open your legs to allow him to lie inbetween them. You continue kissing him, your hands coming up to pull at his hair, a hot hiss escapes John's mouth and you fire egnites between your thighs.
John pulls his pants down a little so he can pull himself out and position himself at your entrance. 

'You ready?'

He whispers down at you like before. You lean up and kiss him passionetly which was enough of an answer for him and he slowly enters you. The stretch is amazing and you suck in some air as he enters you.

'Oh shit you feel amazing, much better than before'.

He begins to fuck you hard to the point that your shoulders were hurting from the constant rubbing of the carpet. You finally gasp in pain and John's quick to lift you up and onto his lap, his dick is still inside you.

'Sorry, how about you ride me'.

You don't hesitate and begin to roll your hips. John falls back a little, his back slamming into one of the counters and you manage to brace his head before he could hurt himself.
You continue riding him until he grips your hips tightly in order to stop you, 'shit! Stop I'm gonna cum!' He tenses up and you stop what you're doing, 'don't you want to come?'

'Yes, I do but I- I don't want to do it- fuck!'

You roll your hips and that seems to be his undoing. You feel him squiet straight inside you and he falls forward where you catch him as if he was nothing, 'that was hot', you whisper and John chuckles though you can hear how exhausted he was.

'Come on, let's get you cleaned up'.

You help him to bed, Jesus, he really is tired, you lay him down and examine him, I should probably get him some new clothes. 
You leave your apartment and head over to his. His place was neat and tody, a lot better than your place for sure, but you had an excuse. You were an artist, you were meant to be messy. You roamed around the place searching for some clothes. You walked straight into the bedroom but stopped when an awefl smell filled your nostrils. You cover your nose look around in which you manage to gather some clothes. But the smell was so odd and off to the point that you wanted to see what was causing it. You left John's clothes on the bed and slowly made your way over to the bathroom where you pushed the door open. The place was clean... Except you saw blood on the ground... Oh shit.
Your heart is thumping when you step inside, you're not supposed to be in here, you know that, but something wasn't right. 
You stand in the middle of the bathroom and look around before your eyes land on the that was blocked by the shower curtain. You saw something behind it... And that's where the blood trail led. 
You heart was racing as you drew nearer, reaching and slowly gripping the shower curtain, you took a couple of deep breaths before pulling the curtain to the side and you cover your mouth quickly to hold back a scream.

'Jackson?'

You whisper hoarsly as you look down at your ex-fiance. He was bleeding badly, he was practically covered in blood. It was his blood you were seeing. You look down at his hands and see that one of his fingers were missing... His ring finger.

You jump when you see him move and his eyes slowly open, '(Y/N)?' His voice is so weak, so, so weak and you're terrified for him, 'oh shit! Oh shit shit shit!' Your hands are shaking as you try to control yourself, 'honey, alright I'm going to call the cops alright, just hang in there', you want to touch him, but the mere sight of him is setting you off.

Oh my fucking god.

You're so scared to go back to your room, but you had to go back, and hopefully he would still be asleep. You'd just pretend that you never went over to his place.

Fucking call the police you bitch!

You do that straight away, your eyes never leaving John's sleeping form.

'I need your help'.

Was the first thing you say before you tell them everything.
John wakes the moment you end the call and you pretend you were making a drink, 'hey sleepy head, how was your beauty sleep?'
You boil the kettle and John rubs his eyes and goes to wrap his arms around you, pulling your into his chest, 'it was great, I wish you stayed in bed with me', he mumble against the back of your head.

I'm glad I wasn't in the bed with you.

'Hey, what's wrong?'

John suddenly asks, 'yo went tense, are you okay?' You turn around and smile, 'I'm fine, I think I'm coming down with something', you pretend to rub your temples, 'I don't know, do you think you can go to my bathroom and grab some pain killers for me?'

'Yeah, sure'.

He goes to walk away but he stops in his tracks, his eyes are on the ground, what now? You move around the counter slightly and your heart skips a beat, a bloody footprint. You must have stepped in some blood when you were in John's bathroom.
John looks up at you.

Shit.