Order 73 ~DNF~

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 tw: Assault

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𝒢𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝒫𝒪𝒱

Jeremy bangs on the door again, the crappy metal hinges threatening to give at any moment. I drag a table over, pushing it against the door shakily as I press the phone against my ear with my shoulder. "Hi, Cameron. Do you mind coming over to my flat if you're not busy? I–ah, I need a bit of help."

"George, what's going on? Send me your address,"

"Seriously, it's fine. It's nothing..." I inch backward from the door as Jeremy starts yelling again. "Nothing to worry about." I finish weakly.

"George!" He raises his voice and I relent, texting him my address with shaky fingers.

"Umm, my landlord's trying to bust down my door. I may not have paid my rent and," I swallow my nausea. "He said he would...let's just say he's a bit upset–"

I'm cut off as the plaster on the top of the door crumbles. "Just..uh, shoot–try to stay on the phone. Block the door with stuff. I'm calling the police."

"No. Cameron, he's just drunk. Do not call the police."

"But George,"

"Please. Just don't."

"Fine. Fine."

"Open up George," Jeremy growls from outside, pounding on the door. "Give me my money or you know what's going to happen next."

"I swear my life isn't usually this eventful." I murmur into the phone. A half-smile making its way onto my face despite the circumstances, as he offers a stressed laugh. I jog to the closet and pull out my graduation stuff, tossing it on the bed. At least I can grab it quickly if I need to when Cameron comes and gets me out of this.

"Hey George? You should look for something to use as a weapon...just in case." I look around for anything to use, the only object anywhere near satisfactory to protect myself with being the economics textbook on my nightstand.

"Yeah, I've got a textbook." The door frame rattles again and I shake along with it.

"You're such a nerd. Get like a curtain rod. Something you can use to whack him from far away."

"I'm not tall enough to reach the stupid curtain rod." I complain, heart beating out of my chest as the drywall crumbles with the force of his hits. "I think he's gone mental."

"Oh my God. I'm like three minutes away. Just hang on. Is there anyone in the building?"

"Except the lunatic outside my door? Nobody. People usually leave when he gets this bad."

"I'm almost there." He assures me. I listen to the roar of his engine as he breathes heavily into the phone. The pounding quiets, slowing to a stop, and I inch a bit closer to the door, listening intently.

"I think...I think he left." I whisper.

"Are you sure? Don't go outside."

"He's not breaking down my drywall anymore." Footsteps come up the stairs and I shift back near the wall, the textbook still primed to strike. But instead of some heavy object thudding against the worn door, there was a soft shift and click, and the door burst open.

"Hello? George?"

Jeremy saunters in, kicking the table out of the way looking absolutely furious, eyebrows raised into his thinning hairline and lips curled into a snarl. I raise the textbook, arms tensing as I stare at the rusted bronze key in his hand. "Get away from me." I warn, looking the large man straight in the eye.