Through the Floorboards

6

First trial was a shocker, I mean first I find out that Travis is Danielle's brother then the whole room finds out that Jonathan was cheating on Danielle with some chick called Angie.

So trial definitely had to end then and there and the police now had another person to look into, Angie, Angie who you may asked, I have no idea but Angie imma find out is what I am doing as of now.

I took a deep breath and braced myself to knock on the door, but before I could the door opened and there stood a tight vest wearing, muscle showing, sad looking 102.

"What you doing here?" He asked as he looked around to check if I was with anybody then did a once over on what I was wearing, I hated that fact that in that moment words were failing me again, I just looked like an idiot staring into this mans eyes.

"Do you speak?" He asked as he placed a hand on my shoulder trying to unfreeze me from this very awkward moment.

I shook my head and smiled as he removed his hand from my shoulder and I took a small breath, "I was just checking up on you, see how you were feeling after last trial" I asked as he rolled his eyes moving past me and trying to walk off.

"I am not in the mood for an interview or you prying information out of me, leave it alone" he said as he walked off.

"I want to help! You could use a friend instead of a string of girls sacrificing their lives every other night like your some kinda satanic demon" I called out as he stopped in his tracks and walked back to me standing barely and inch away from me, his height was an advantage for him he could make anyone feel inferior just by him looking down at you. Stupid 6ft something stupidly tall men.

"Listen sweetheart, I get it you're trying to be sentimental and cute and as much as I know you are just probably jealous of the girls I have in my apartment because you can hear everything, I don't want your pity" he said as I raised one eyebrow and chuckled.

"What part of that was funny?" He added as I shrugged and crossed my arms giving him a once over myself assessing everything he had going on.

"I mean I was only trying to be nice but I wouldn't want to sleep with you if you were the last man alive and even then I think I'd unalive myself, sometimes you don't have to be a dick when someone offers you help, sometimes the person just wants to make sure someone they know is mentally not alone because a fucked up thing happened to them and they know how it feels first hand to find out someone is cheating on their relative" I snapped at him as his shoulder flopped down and his eyebrows were knitted together.

"I am late for the gym, are you done?" He asked as I scoffed and shook my head.

"Yes I am, and for the record I don't care who you are, what you do, how much money you make, when someone offers you a plaster for a wound that's clearly bleeding you take it because somewhere else they could charge but maybe that's what you need, a fucking therapist" I snapped back at him brushing aggressively past him and walking back to my apartment.

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Sure I was technically going over there to pry for information but I was also wanting to be a supportive neighbour and check up on someone who had a big piece of news dropped on them in front of the whole town, that is a harsh pill to swallow.

I know from personal experience, my parents separation after 10 years of marriage ended in a bitter way, with my mums affair coming into light right at the end, they were already having problems, I don't think it was any of their faults, one wouldn't keep up with the times and generations while the other was and their values and priorities changed as well as their behaviour and what they stood for, you can't blame a person for that.