Letting Go

I'm not Alicia!

He smashes the door open, hinge literally flying off, stumbling into the house trying to grab at something still screaming 'Alicia' 'Alicia' over and over again. I scream too, except it's more like "AHH WHAT THE FUCK SOMEONE HELP FUCKING MOTHER SHIT HELP" over and over again. I look out the door and see that all the police cars are long gone and I'm stuck here with a drunkard who could potentially do me a lot of harm. How the hell did he manage to get away from the police, that is the question. Once I realize I'm alone, I slowly step back, walking towards the kitchen where I could find some pans to maybe knock him out with. But that plan fails miserably as his eyes lands on me and he goes "Alicia?" And starts stumbling towards my direction.

"I'm not Alicia! I'm not Alicia! Please get the fuck out of my place!"

The idiot, however, is smiling lazily with his dirty blond hair disheveled, t-shirt all crinkled, alcohol and smoke radiating off of him, and thumping towards me with his arms out trying to hug me- if you have seen a zombie walk before, that is exactly what he looks like.

I try to step back, but I'm trapped in a corner, and he's still coming at me. The idiot finally reaches me and hugs me so tight I can barely breathe. His height towers over me so much that he has to bend over in order to hug my small frame. He mumbles incoherent words over my shoulder, and I can barely make out a few sentences like "I missed you so much baby" and "Thanks for taking me back".

Suddenly I feel really bad for this guy, He must have had a terrible breakup. I awkwardly hug him back, lightly patting him on the back like a mother does to her child. After what seems like forever, I pull him off, catching a strong whiff of smoke and alcohol and almost gag.

One night won't hurt, right?

"Alright, uhh, let's get you to bed..yeah." I spoke to the idiot who smashed into my house.

I squeeze past him and drag him towards the living room, where he will be sleeping on the couch. I look at the broken door hopelessly and sigh. I use all my strength to lift up the door from the ground and lean it against the rectangular hole in the wall where the door was previously placed. It makes the room a little less disorienting, but it doesn't change the fact that the door is still literally off, seperated, from the rest of the apartment. Tomorrow I'll do something about it. Tonight was just...too eventful and I currently have a random stranger in my apartment, so not tonight. 'He'll definitely pay for this' I thought.

As I get ready to leave the living room, the idiot (I decided to call him that because it seems to fit him very well) calls out again, "Where are you going?"

I exasperatedly sigh and turn around, "To my room." I almost roll my eyes.

"Oh okay, let me come with you." Idiot stands up from the couch and starts walking towards me.

"Oh nononononono you're perfectly fine where you are, just stay there!" I try to stay chill while pushing him back to the couch.

"We always sleep together though, if you know what I mean," he wiggles his eyebrows and giggles at his joke.

Wow. Not just an idiot, no. A horny idiot. Well isn't that just great?

"I'm just not feeling it today so will you just oh so kindly stay right where you a-"

"NOPE I'm cumming with ya. Get it? Coming? Cum?" And he goes on laughing again like it's the funniest shit he's ever heard.

I'm not sure if I should be laughing along with him or to be really scared. The latter, I suppose.

He keeps on laughing at his terrible lame jokes, and after a while, he falls asleep. I let out a sigh and quietly walk back to my bed.

I fall asleep too, but a while later I feel some kind of external warmth radiating on my back. I shoot open my eyes and sit up from my bed to see the idiot lying next to me.