Lapse [h.s]

Chapter three

Walking the gloomy streets of New York City any day is a sketchy move, especially being a young woman. But walking them early hours on a Monday morning was even worse. This situation is unpleasant though, because I've just been kicked out of someone's apartment. A man's to be exact.

Leah is always by my side and it feels somehow cold without her, and even though I'm on the more privileged side of town right now, it's still sketchy as fuck and I find myself gripping onto my keys so tight i'm scared it'll draw blood.

My uber is picking me up just round the corner from his apartment, thank god. But I can't help turning my head over my shoulder every two seconds checking no one is behind me.

Grace to Leah
2:35am
Please please tell me if the door is unlocked. Be home in 20.

Leah to Grace
2:35am
You ok? What happened?

Grace to Leah
2:36am
I'm fine, I will explain when I get home.

Leah left the bar an hour before me so I sent her a text with my location to let her know I'd be out for a little longer and to not stay awake for me. Leah struggles to sleep anyways so it's no surprise she's still awake. I can always count on her.

I jump in the uber and tell him my address, he tries to make small talk with me. Asking me why I'm out so late, but I shut him down by sticking my headphones in. I'm in no mood for conversing right now.

I'm just so frustrated with myself, it's hardly ever I end up going home with somebody. He just made me feel so safe and welcome, maybe that was part of his plan? To get me home and fuck me. He screwed it up for himself though, and what he fuck did he mean by I wasn't even supposed to be there?

Ok Mr mysterious.

He didn't even tell me what his name was for fuck sake. It felt weird not calling his name all evening looking back now. But it doesn't matter though, I'll never see him again thank god.

I'm just angry that I won't get my 7 hours rest before my interview. I'm going to have to beat my face real good with makeup to look somewhat alive.

I unlock my apartment door and head straight for bed.

Being woken up by my god awful alarm will never get any easier. I feel the soft warmth of the sun hitting my face through the window and I groan, rolling over onto my side.

After turning off said alarm I throw the covers off my legs and sit upright. Trying to pry my eyes open and running my fingers through my thick hair. Checking the time, I have about two hours before I have to be out of the apartment and at my interview.

Feeling a slight pounding in my head I make my way to the kitchen to down some much needed water and take some aspirin so it doesn't get any worse. The last thing I need is to have my head feel foggy for my interview.

Leah comes into view as I round the corner, no surprise she's awake. She was in her room when I got in so I didn't disturb her, going straight to my room. I needed to sleep anyway.

"Morning muffin, now what the fuck happened last night? Tell me everything." She pats the seat next to her but I walk straight for a glass of water.

"God." I roll my eyes. "Where do I even start?" I pop some aspirin in my mouth and walk to take the seat next to her.

"He took me back his, tried to fuck me, then kicked me out. The end" I flash her a sarcastic smile.

"What do you mean kicked you out? What was his name? What did he do?" She questions, barely coming up for a breath.