A loud bang against my door causes me to get up, and I look around to see Chinese takeout flooding the table. I groan while standing up, a migraine digging its way into my head. I throw the covers off my legs and stretch. I wipe the drool from my lips and walk towards the door.
Grabbing my phone from the kitchen counter, I check the time to see it's 5 in the morning. 5? Who the fuck is up at 5 in the morning besides a certain man I know? The birds aren't even up.
I open the door and look around to see no one there, I look around the hallway just to be sure. What the fu- then I look down to see a box wrapped with Christmas wrapping. I hesitate on touching it, but what harm could it do? I pick it up and it seems rather light.
I bring it in, closing the door on my way in, and set the box down on the kitchen Island. I start ripping the wrapping off, and a black box comes into view. I remove the lid, and it was as if someone shot me in the heart. I stumble back onto my feet and crash against my brand new wine glasses. I prick my hands into the shards of glass and push myself away from the box. My breath starts to pick up heavily until I can't feel it anymore.
Breathe Ellie, breathe.
Who-Who the fuck would do this? I can't even think straight.
Who the hell would have time to put so much effort into this sick prank?
The box- Inside of it were 2 deflated volleyballs with dirt all over them, and two pig hands covered in blood. The smell was horrible and rancid. I sat in the corner of room for about a good hour or two, just staring at the box on the counter.
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My knees were against my chest with my head down, I hear my door creak open and my head snaps up. I thought I closed it. August comes into view, "I don't kno-"
He pauses halfway, staring at me and the mess all over the floor. He looks over to the box, and steps in uninvited to see it; his black combat boots crushing the glass as he looks inside.
Something shifts in his eyes when he looked inside, as if something flashed back into his mind. He looks over at me and releases a sigh.
"Are you okay? He asks, not a single ounce of emotion in his voice.
My gaze on the box is distracted by him, he crouches down in front of me and nudges my legs. And without thinking, I leaned into his arms and wrapped mine around his waist.
He didn't hug me, nor move me away.
I silently cry into his chest for about a good 20 minutes, and he didn't move a single muscle nor let me go. I thought he'd push me away and yell at me for touching him, but he hasn't. He smelt amazing, even closer he smelt like vanilla mixed with cologne. It was relaxing, and comforting. Relaxing and needed.
He gently pulls my face away from his chest.
"Do you know who could've done this?" He finally speaks, I look up at him and nod my head, "Who?" He questions, his tone dark.
"...Noah, from my college. H-he's been doing this since I've moved here." I stutter, his jaw then tenses and his thumb wipes away my tears.
"My car window-and he chased me with dogs that time I ran into you.."
He helps me stand up and takes my hands into his.
Damn this man has large hands...
The glass shards from the glasses were pierced into my skin, August slowly takes it out and disposes of it. He stood tall compared to me, my head only reaching below his chest. "Shit" I mutter.
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The Neighbor Next Door
Fantasy"Oh dear, we don't ever go near that door....No one in the flat does. The 'mean' man that lives there is August Romanov." ~ ~ ~ My father was always warned by every neighbor in town to never go near, or knock on that house. Father always hated it wh...
