"Don't show emotion. People will think you're weak" My parents words imprinted in my head as I looked at myself in the mirror. Just looking at my reflection makes me want to cry. I see so much of them in myself and I hate it.
I grabbed my bottle of antidepressants out of the cabinet, taking one out. I turned on the sink, cold water slightly splashing up on my face and hands, enjoying the chill it brought. I put the pill in my mouth and swiftly cupped my hands under the water, bringing it to my lips so I didn't have to feel the pill dissolve on my tongue.
Loud but still muffled moans of a woman filled my ears and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. Does he and whoever he's with have to be so loud? Can't blame him though, we've had a particularly rough day. He needs to unwind, and I do too. That's why he's here.
"Hola! Estás saliendo de ese baño o qué?..." your date for the evening yelled out for you making you want vomit this pill back up "...Escuchar a tu vecino de al lado me está haciendo cachondo!"
As I said. Vomit.
"Saldré en sólo un minuto, Thiago." I yelled out to him, quickly putting the pill bottle away.
I walked into the bedroom, seeing Thiago already in his underwear, just about taking them off as well. Oh Jesus Christ.
"Do you know your neighbour?" he asked in a thick Spanish accent.
Besides a few hookups, I barely know this guy, Thiago could work for anyone. And because of that, it's best I keep relationship with Javi to myself. But it seems like he knows who he is, and I need to figure that out.
"Not really. Besides a friendly hello between neighbours, not much. ..." I shrugged my shoulders "...Why? You loose a bet to him or something, did you?"
Thiago is a gambler. It's one way to figure out why he's questioning my relationship with my coworker while not being suspicious. It wouldn't be an unusual question, except we're in a country who we don't know who's working for who, not to mention us agents all have hits on our heads. Honestly, it would be a convenience.
"No. No, gambling..." Thiago spoke, climbing in my bed, beckoning me over "...Just wondering how much you have to put up with..." he looked back at the wall briefly before turning his attention back to me with a grin, motioning his head to the wall "...that."
"I honestly don't care. ..." I sighed, taking off my clothes "...It's not my business."
Ok, yes, if I'm honest, it makes me a tad jealous, but I shoved that emotion away. Just like all the others. Besides I have no reason to be jealous. Besides lingering touches and glances or always trying to stand as close to each other as possible, I have no reason to be jealous.
"Anyway, let's show them how it's done..." he beckoned me over again "...ven a mí."
*
My alarm blared through my ears and groaned loudly, yanking my pillow from under my head and put it over my face, yelling into it. With my face still on the pillow, I reached my arm over and turned it off. I got up from my bed and dragged my feet over to the bathroom.
With a loud yawn, I checked the time, seeing that it was now 8am. I walked over to my coffee table and grabbed my packet of cigarettes, only to find that the packet is empty. I had like four left last night. That fucker must of taken them when I fell asleep. Honestly, I am not surprised.
Oh, I hope to God Javi hasn't run out of cigarettes. I put my gun and phones on my waistband and walked out the front of the building, seeing Javi about to get into his car.
