Falling for You

Chapter Nineteen

Brett is at work and now I'm alone with absolutely nothing to do. I decide to take a shower. I walk to his speakers and plug in the cord to my phone. Crazy In Love by Beyoncé floods the room. I sure as hell am Crazy In Love. I step into Brett's oversized shower and turn on the water. Scorching cold water comes out and I immediately scream. "Holy fuck." What a wake up call! I've been dazed all morning. Not anymore. The water warms up and I step in. All the stress, negative thoughts, and anxiety fade away. This is just what I needed.

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I'm in Brett's kitchen making myself a real breakfast. Brett must have speakers in every room! I'm now listening to You Know Im No Good by Amy Winehouse. That gets me thinking. What if I am no good to Brett? All I am to him is a damn sex doll. I will need to chat with him about this. I don't like this feeling. I serve myself some pancakes and serve myself a glass of milk. I place my plate and glass of milk at the dining table. I'm awed. The view is breathtaking and I immediately relax. I am afraid of heights, though. I finish up my breakfast and take the dishes to the sink. I wash them and now I'm stuck with absolutely nothing to do. What the fuck to do? I just don't know. It's my day off and I have nothing to do. Perhaps, I should make something to take for the Hayes barbecue. I make my way to Brett's room and get my wallet.

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There is a small store just a block away from Brett's place. The breeze is very chilly and I wrap my coat around me. For some strange reason I feel like I am being watched. I turn to look at every direction and look up at every window. I catch a glimpse of a blond man looking down at me from the second floor. His eyes burn into my soul. What is he looking at? I wave at him and he turns to carry on with his life. What the hell was that about? How odd. I make my way into the store. I grab a basket and look around. Perhaps I can make a carrot cake. My carrot cakes are always a hit at parties. For some reason my paranoia is acting up and now I see why. The same man that was staring at me is in the same isle as me. What the hell is going on? He stares at me. He looks like he hasn't gotten sleep. Dark circles under his eyes, pale face, and wrinkled clothing. "Hi," I say to him. I didn't mean to say that! I'm overreacting. He stays silent and continues to stare at me. Now I'm scared. Should I call the cops? This just isn't right. "Good morning." He says after a while. I check my phone and it's now twelve forty nine. Brett will be home soon, I don't have a lot of time. "Is there a problem?" I say to him. He stares at me for five seconds and turns to the door. He's out before I know it. Holy shit! This is so fucking creepy. "Okay then," I whisper to myself. I quickly hunt down the remaining ingredients I will need and make my way to the cashier.