As I Watch

It's Him from the Bus

*5 MONTHS EARLIER*

Tom's POV:

After watching her fall asleep, I head back to my apartment. The walk is long, but worth it. Once I reach my place I sulk through the entry way and onto the couch. I glance at the clock and see that it is half past three. Ugh...today will be a painfully long day at work. I quickly set an alarm for eight to ensure that I will be up in time. 

Allison's POV:

My alarm blasts me awake and I fumble to hit the snooze button. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and groan when I see the clock read seven. I stumble out of bed and quickly shower and do myself up. I don't like to wear my maid outfit on the way to the hotel, so I neatly fold it in a bag and throw on a plain black t-shirt and some jeans. 

I walk into work and wave to my co-wrokers at the check in desk. I hope we'll hit it off so I can make some new friends.

I scurry to the back of the hotel and punch my time card. I quickly slip on my uniform before anyone else enters the room and exit, leaving no trace except for a punctual slip of paper. I grab my cart and go up the elevator, ready to begin yet another dreadful day of cleaning up everyone else's messes, except my own.

Tom's POV:

I can barely keep my eyes open. What a long night. I slowly get ready for work, then make my way to the street to hail a taxi. She's already at work, so there is no point in taking the bus right now. 

In reality, the only reason I ride the bus after work is to see her. She's the only reason I do a lot of things. I can't stop thinking about her. She consumes my thoughts all hours of the day. I don't know what it was in particular that made me become so fond of her. She is amazingly beautiful, but also has a certain innocence about her that I am deeply attracted to. Maybe it's the kindness in her eyes, or the wariness of her actions. 

I so badly want to give her the life she deserves, but I don't necessarily know how to go about it. After my father practically forced me to move to America, I didn't know what to do. He wanted me as far away from England as possible, so he sent me to some no name psychiatrist half way across the world. He gave me a shit load of money, but I had no use for it. I figured I'd save it for a rainy day, so I stored it in a bank account and haven't touched it since I bought my apartment.

*PRESENT DAY*

Tom's POV:

I think I'm ready. More ready than I'll ever be, I guess. I've done well to prepare...let's just hope that she cooperates. 

Allison's POV:

I am so sick of this boring ass routine. My job sucks, I don't have a boyfriend and I haven't spoken to my mother since last week, which isn't saying much. My best friend Sara is out of town for the weekend, so I literally have nothing to do. I try to pass the time by reading a book or watching a chick flick, but my patience doesn't allow me to get more than ten minutes into either. 

I think the most frustrating part about all of this, is that after three years, my parents still refuse to look past what I did. Aren't your parents supposed to be the people that defend you no matter what? Aren't they supposed to be the people who teach you right from wrong, but still love and adore you even when you slip up? Dammit...this is why I don't like to be alone...I get myself all riled up about my past. About my family. I guess the only way to truly move on from it is to stop dwelling on it. It is just so hard sometimes. Especially the nights that I am feeling lonely. Knowing that I can't call my mom for to tell her how my day was or text my dad goodnight and let him know that I love him. They don't care to know...I don't think they'll ever care to know. 

By the time I have convinced myself to not be upset and unknowingly eaten my way through half of a bag of chips, I am exhausted and ready to sleep. I don't bother picking myself up from the couch, so I grab a blanket and begin to doze off.

Tom's POV:

I grab a duffle bag and head over to her house. What a strange feeling this is. I'm not as full of fear or nervousness as I am excitement. I will finally be able to show her how much I love her. 

I make my way to her back door, not wanting her neighbors to possibly look out and see a man entering her home in the middle of the night. I use a few tools to unlock the door and slide my way inside. Thank goodness she doesn't have a dog. 

I walk around her house and see how nice she keeps it. She is a very clean and organized person. She has a stack of envelopes on the kitchen counter...I assume unpaid bills. I walk past where she lays on the couch and into her bedroom. I open the duffle bag and start shoving clothing from her drawers and closet inside. I grab underwear, bra's, shirts, socks and pants. i grabbed a couple pairs of pajamas and a scarf that was on the end of her bed, just in case. I make my way into her bathroom and grab her glasses. As I make my way down the hall I start to zip the bag closed. I accidentally knock a picture off the wall of her and another woman with brown hair. I've seen her with this woman before...I think it's her best friend. I walk around the corner and she is slightly shifting, I assume from the noise I just created. I noticed that there is broken glass on the floor and look up to see a shattered mirror. As I look back to her, she has completely shifted from her side to her back. I sit down next to her on the couch and slightly drag my thumb down her cheek.

Allison's POV:

I feel a slight pain in my arm and immediately jerk my head towards it. There's a needle in my arm and I look up to see a man, no...him. It's him from the bus. Holy shit. Before I can react in anyway, my vision has become cloudy, my thoughts jumbled and then, black.