Apartment 17B ◈

Two

EMMA

The walls in my apartment are paper fucking thin. Hence the reason why my neighbor is pounding on my wall to shut my boyfriend and I. Michael and I were wide awake at six the morning having sex. We were always loud, but tonight, or this morning, we were particularly loud. I'm not sure why, maybe because I just got off of my period and we haven't had sex in a week. As my headboard pounded against the wall, my neighbors fist pounded against his. Michael groaned, obviously annoyed by that, and pounded his fist back even harder. Once we both reached our highs and Michael pulled out of me, we both collapsed on the bed and he disposed the used condom in my trashcan.

"Don't do that anymore," I scolded him.

"Do what?"

"Pound on the wall back! That's rude."

"Don't you think it's already rude that our loud and rough sex is disturbing your neighbor? How is pounding my fist harder on the wall any ruder? You don't make any sense, Emma."

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and flipped my body over so my back was towards Michael. I was tired from staying up all night, so I just really wanted to sleep. Michael sighed and kissed my bare shoulder, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer into his body.

"I gotta go to work," Michael mumbled into my ear tiredly. I tried to hold in my anger because he always does this. Makes me stay up all night with him and then leaves right after we have sex. I don't even know what job Michael has. I always used to try to ask, but he would always tell me it's not important, to not worry about it, and change the subject. So I've just given up asking him about it. As long as it's not illegal or puts him in danger, I don't care what he does. "I'll be back later. I promise."

He rolled me over and pecked my lips a hundred times in a row before getting up from my bed. I watched as he dressed himself and ran his fingers thru his freshly dyed red hair that I helped dye. I sighed as he blew me a kiss and left my apartment, slamming the door behind him. You see, Michael and I have been together for nearly a year and I feel like there isn't any love left in our relationship. Just sex. Don't get me wrong, I love the kid, but I'm not in love with him anymore. The first time I met him he was charming and would say or do anything to make me smile and laugh. Now he only does stuff to make himself smile and laugh. I'm basically his last priority. I'm not saying I should be his first priority, but I should at least be in his top three. I'm all the way at the bottom of his priority list. Drugs, sex, and alcohol are his top three.

I didn't realize I fell back asleep until I was woken up by my phone ringing a million times. I groaned and rolled over, rubbing my eyes before looking to see who was calling me. It was my older sister Jen which surprised me. I haven't talked to her in months, so I wasn't going to now. If it was that important she could come here and tell me. She knows exactly where I live. My sister and I don't get along, we never have and we never will. It used to upset me, but now I have come to terms with it. I mean, I'm twenty-one years old for God's sake, I kind of have to be okay with it. She's twenty-four, so she thinks she is so much more mature than I am, but she's really not. Like at all. She doesn't have a job or her drivers license, she depends on her boyfriend for everything. So naturally, hating my sister so much, I ignored the call; letting her know that I did not want to speak to her.

After just laying in bed for a good three hours, scrolling through my phone, and watching How to Get Away With Murder on Netflix, I realized that my shift at work starts in an hour. I quickly locked my phone and plugged it into the charger since I forgot to do that earlier, and hopped into the shower. I was already naked due to Michael and I having sex all night and my makeup was practically smudged off, so I didn't have to worry about that. I took a very quick shower and ran a brush through it; letting it air dry. I couldn't be bothered with actually blowing it dry and straightening it. Naturally, my light brown hair is wavy, so I left it like that. I quickly did my face; putting concealer and powder on my face, dark eye shadow, top eyeliner, and mascara on my eyes, and a dark shade of purple lipstick on my lips. Next is my outfit, which is always hard for me to choose. I'm a bartender at the local bar here in New York, so I don't exactly have a uniform. I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white see thru top, and my red Vans. According to my boss, I was supposed to look 'sexy' but I never listened to him.