Wrong Room

2: Her Face to Face with a Titan

He is drunk.

He stinks.

He stinks of alcohol, sweat, and probably a little bit of everyone downstairs.

Now that he has come clear in my view, I saw how disheveled he looks. His hair is a total mess. I noticed him wearing a striped sweat shirt paired with black khaki shorts. Who even wears long sleeves in this very hot season? It's practically around 38°C! At least he isn't wearing leather boots.

It's not the right time to be ogling at a time like this but he really does have beautiful features. Long lashes that girls definitely envy, and a perfectly sculpted nose. He doesn't look like a typical Filipino. Probably a foreigner? A half maybe?

Doesn't matter. If it weren't for his good looks, he could pass as a drinking addict who hasn't seen the light of the day for months.

"How can I help you?"

As calmly as possible, I want to deal with this person right away. I don't want to cause any sort of chaos like what happened last time.

He didn't answer.

Gripping my bat on my right hand tighter, I slowly held unto the handle of the door.

"I think you have the wrong room. Good night." Then, I slowly closed my door but the drunk guy used half of his body to block the door from closing. What's scarier is that he isn't saying anything.

"Yah! What do you think you're doing? Get out! I have a bat with me!"

"Arlee!" He shouted.

Oh. How come he knows my name? Is there anyone else in this complex that has the same name as me? Probably, because I am 100% sure I don't know this guy.

"Stop blocking my door! Or else I'm gonna hit you with my bat!"

"Yes! Go ahead! You have been emotionally tormenting me anyway! Might as well kill me! Go ahead!!!"

Whats wrong with this guy? Is he mental? He's drunk. That's what. What if he will do something to me? He's quite strong for a drunk guy and he's still blocking the door. Yes, too strong to even stand straight. Right. He can't even stand straight.

With one forceful push, he was able to entirely open the door which made me back out a little. Not being able to stand straight for seconds yet being able to push through the door I barricaded had me thinking where he got all these energy from? Slowly, he started walking towards me, trailing his heavy footsteps on my room's floor while murmuring some incomprehensible things. With his tall and big frame, plus that stance he is posing looks like a titan's and I hate those.

This is it! I am really gonna use the bat this time. Wait. What if he dies? I could not call it self defense because so far he did not show any signs that he wants to assault me. He hasn't even touched me.

A few seconds of my silence were spent on contemplating whether I'd lightly hit him with my bat or just punch him on his face full force.

Punch or bat?

Seconds passed and I still have not decided.

Punch or bat?

It was until he was standing right in front of me that my right hand let go of the bat, clenched into a fist, closed my eyes, then punched straight ahead. I don't care where it goes as long as it can make contact with him. This is the first time I have ever punched or physically hurt anyone for that matter because I hate violence.

After I felt my knuckles get in contact with him. A pang of pain from the tip of my knuckles ran to my entire hand had me retreat my arm right away from him. I could feel the prickle and throbbing of what feels like the collision of bones and flesh on my fist. If this was a normal situation, I would have already cried but since there is a stranger before me, I cannot afford to look intimidated. While focusing on my fist's misery, I heard him grunt, I looked up and saw him a few steps backwards from where he stood before while holding his left jaw.

That punch must have really hurt, I even felt it. I couldn't help but hiss because of the pain from my right knuckles. I even blew on it, as if blowing it would make the pain go away.

"Okay. I don't know what you want and I think you hot the wrong room. Can you please just go?"

He stayed silent. He has his head bent will holding unto his jaw. A feeling of guilt and pity slowly creeps into my chest but I can't let that bug me. He is an intruder and he needs to get out.

I heard a grunt from him. His other hand was still holding unto his jaw while the other was slowly tugging on his hair. The light from the corridor peeked into my room from the door way. It was his broad frame that was blocking the light from passing through in the first place. He bent over to the floor and crouched, still holding unto his punched jaw and faultless hair.

Don't tell me he's gonna throw up.

Calling unto him was a second too late because there he was, already leaning unto my door way with his eyes closed. The grunting coming from him stopped and he let already let go of his jaw and hair.

It took seconds before it could process, then it finally dawned to me.

He is sleeping on my door step.

And he is drunk.

Not again.

Carlee's Note

I was wondering, is anyone of your guys a fan of the Japan Men's National Volleyball Team? If yes, who is/are your favorite player/s? Please let me know in the comments. :D

PS

Mine are Yanagida and Ishikawa.