The Room Next Door

Chapter-5

Author pov

The guy came and sat next to Ethan, saying, "Myself, Leo, nice to meet you." He moved his hand toward me for a handshake. I'm not a fan of physical touch. Natasha thought, but since she didn't want to seem rude at first meet, she did the handshake. "Why are you here, Leo?" Ethan smiled at Leo while asking. Leo looked at Ethan. "You guys were making a lot of noise, so I came to check what was going on." Leo said. Makes sense. "Why don't you drink with us!" Ana said this while smiling at Leo. She's drunk. Natasha looked at Ana. "I guess we should leave; you both enjoy it." Ethan looked at us and said, "So early? Why don't you have another drink? "Um, no, I don't want to drink anymore, and I don't think Ana can tolerate more."

After leaving Ana in her room and making sure she looked at her door, Natasha walked in her room. Sitting on the bed, she looked at her phone; it was 1 a.m. I need to sleep. She thought. She laid on her bed while closing her eyes. I have to sleep. She thought.

"I didn't raise you this way! How can you even think about going out at 10 p.m.?" Mom, it's just a night out with my friends." "Friends or boyfriend!" Mom, what the hell are you saying!? If you don't want me to go, then just say so!"
SLAP
"How dare you raise your voice at me?"
SLAP
"You're just 16! Stay within your limits before I kick you out of the house!"

"STOP!" Natasha woke up, breathing heavily. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, just a dream. She chanted in her mind.

Natasha's pov

I want to drink water. I looked around, trying to find the bottle of water. Getting up, I picked up the bottle and drank some water. room temperature. I closed the bottle cap and put it on the table.
TAK!
I heard a voice, more like a sound.
TAK! TAK!
It sounded heavy, like someone was dragging a rice bag. A heavy one.
Who the hell is making these sounds instead of sleeping?

TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK!
This is fucking scary; my legs aren't moving! The sound got more clear. It sounded like someone had dragged something downstairs.
What is going on in this apartment?

TAK!TAK!TAK!TAK!
This time, it sounded like something was being dragged downstairs. "But I live on the ground floor; does this apartment have a basement?" Natasha said to herself: The room grew colder with every minute that passed. I could finally move my legs. Laying down on the bed, I hid inside a blanket. Safe.

KNOCK! KNOCK!
Someone is knocking at my door; oh hell no, I ain't answering that.
The knocking grew louder and louder with each second.

The thing is, the knocking wasn't on the door; it was on the wall next to me.