The Neighbor Next Door

7. Drunken Fears

I have never felt such fear in me.
The moment I got home and shut the door, I slide down the wood and try my hardest to control my breathing. I lock my door and run my fingers through my eyes.

Tears start to fall from my eyes. Why the fuck is this happening to me? I stand up and hang my semi-wet sweater onto the coat rack. I need to distract myself.

What the hell is wrong with people?

Why would he- I just need to stop thinking about this. I go over and grab some wine from my fridge and go into my art room.

Nothing better than drunk painting.

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It's been about five hours. I stare at my laptop screen trying to do my assigned homework. I changed into my night gown, and I'm now trying to do English? How the hell? Maybe it's the alcohol that's taken over my entire mind, but I don't understand shit. I try to make sense of any words, but all I can see is gibberish. So much for me being the smartest in the class.

I don't know what got to the best of me, but I slip my slippers on. I put my sweater and grab my phone as I head down to the lobby.

I go outside and start walking somewhere. Feeling a little cold as the autumn breeze flows around me. I look up and see August ahead of me, so I catch up to him. It was evening, close to night, so I don't see where he's walking to? He's wearing a black hoodie with his cologne filling my nose. Comforting in a way.

"Augusttt" my words slur, and he looks back confused. "Why wont you help me?" I look up at him and pout my lips. I don't know what I'm doing, but I turn to the right and we end up in an alleyway. The moment I turned, a hand wraps around my throat and collides me against the brick wall. I whimper, as my hands find their way to his wrist. I don't move them, yet I stare into his green eyes. I found them staring back at me.

Fear? no. Lust? definitely.

There was something about him, his eyes were full of secrets, but I knew that. His eyes spoke for themselves, probably asking why was I following him? He rolls his eyes, pushing himself closer to me.

He brings his face dangerously closer to my own, his lips hovering over mine.
"Following me?"

"I wanted to talk to you." I finally manage to speak out.

"More like stalk me."

"I wasn't stalking you, I just.." I trail off, somehow not knowing what to say.

"You're drunk."

"No?"

"Oh really? I smell the alcohol from your breath."

"Fine! I just really need your help wi-"

"I said no."

"Why? Why can't you help me?"

"Because I said so, now fuck off." He pushes himself away from me and tries to walk away, but I stop him out of frustration.

"Oh come on! I haven't done anything wrong!"

He raises a brow at me amused.

Well shit.

"Okay, maybe breaking into your home was an accident, but come on! You left your front door open you fucking dumba-"

My breath cut short, and I felt everything blow out of my lungs. I collide against the wall.

I gasp for air as I slide down the wall.

I groan, looking up to see August punch someone directly in the face. The man grabs onto the gun was thrown on the ground. I get up and step on his wrist, picking the gun up.

I cough, and I feel my shirt getting wet and sticky. I lean back against the wall and look at him pushing the man down and stomp him.

"August.."

"Now isn't the time, Aria."

"It's Ellie you fucking dumbass, I'm bleeding!"

"Figure it out yourself." He kicks the guy and comes over. He lowers himself to my height, then his hand glances down at my wrist. He grabs onto my hand and yanks it towards him. I yelp out of confusion.

"Did I do this?" He whispers, his fingers gently touching and observing my fingers and wrist.

"No... it wasn't you." I snatch my wrist out of his hands and put back against my bloody sweater.

"Who did this to you?"

"No one, just-never mind."

"Go home Elena, and let me warn you one last time; bother me again and I will make your life a living hell. I don't care if you're drunk or not." He was serious this time. "Do I have to repeat myself again or do you understand? I'm not your fucking friend, get that into your fucking head."

I stand up and move away from him, my face probably looking white.

"I understand."

Shit. I crossed the limit, too many times.

I start walking away and look down the whole entire time.

I look back to see him no longer there.

Hey lovelies! I will be trying to post today and tomorrow as I have school off due to hurricane Helena or something.

Also the entire time I was writing this (yesterday) the boys in my class were quite literally humping each other and shit. Like what the actual fuck.

Gotta love Florida man

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