1954 - h.s.

4. Scared?

His face looked familiar; like I’ve seen him somewhere on the street. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly who he was. Harry and Craig conversed quietly as I strained to hear what they were saying. Their hushed tones couldn’t be heard through the thickness of the noise in New York City.

“Harry, there’s a girl in your window.”

Harry spun around quickly, eyes eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He knew who Craig warned about. He searched for my face in the darkness, but couldn’t find it due to me covering it with the jacket he gave me.

He stalked over to the window, opening it to look outside. I started to climb down the ladder, trying to get out of his reach. His long arm extended down and grabbed the neck of my jacket, pulling my back up to him.

He has to be incredibly strong; he pulled me up with one arm.  He pulled me close to his face; only wanting me to hear what he was about to say to me.

“I told you to fucking leave.”

I didn’t give into the urge to say something sarcastic back; I was afraid that he’d drop me if I did.

“Are you scared?” he asked, smugly.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

He chuckled to himself, before releasing my jacket.

“Leave now. You don’t want to see when I get mad.”

I straightened out my clothes, and climbed down the fire escape.

I looked back at his window, and saw him staring at me.

I walked down the dark, lonely streets of New York, back to my dark, lonely home.

-

I climbed up my own fire escape, and climbed through the hole in the building. I tripped on a few misplaced items; it was really dark due to the lack of light.

I found my matches and struck one, lighting one of my candles.

Marco hissed loudly from an unknown place.

“It’s okay Marco, it’s just Parker.”

He mewled loudly, scampering out of his hiding place. I light another match; illuminating the room slightly.

I looked around and everything was thrown around. Drawers were pulled out, clothes were scattered across the floor, my stash of food was looked through.

I ran to my money hiding place; a secret compartment in the wall. Everything was gone.

Someone had robbed me. They had to spy in everything I did to know where I lived, how to get in, and especially to find my money.

I heard creaks above my head. That was usual in an old house, but not for there to be creaks in a straight line across the floor.

I blew out all the candles, and hid in a spot in my room.

The creaks lowered from above me, to on the same floor as me. Creaking ceased, but footsteps continued.

Whoever had robbed me was in my building. And eventually they were in my room.

A/N Sorry for it's shortness, I had to leave off with a cliffhanger