There are so many creepy and unreal stories about neighbors. Why does he always grow aggressive? Why does she end up psychotic? How the hell do two teenagers who aren't seniors fall in love over a weekend?
Neighbors in the book/movie world has a sma...
Carrying the last box into the apartment, Amyra smiles in satisfaction as she looks around her new apartment. A small one bedroom and bath with white tiled floors and ivory walls. It wasn't very extravagant nor aesthetic in its simplicity, but it was something affordable. This apartment space especially.
Her watch signals the next hour, Amyra rolls her eyes, turning off the noise. Amyra placed the box on the counter as she takes a look at her furnished living room. It was decorated a cream and coffee color with spotted paintings.
Amyra had been gradually moving in over the course of two weeks to try and keep Tristan off her trail. He wasn't taking their break-up so easily. He also wasn't accepting the fact that Amyra was moving and wouldn't tell him where.
A knock at the door grabs her attention and she turns to see her land lord standing in the door way. She left it open? Amyra smiles in confusion, walking up to the sweaty man.
His pot belly hanging out of his shirt and over his pants. It complimented his salt and pepper beard and balding head.
"Everything finally in?" He asks softly.
"Yes sir, tonight is the first official night in this apartment," Amyra cheers.
The two laugh as the land lord hands her the key to the apartment.
"There you go, I hope you enjoy yourself on your first night and that you have a good nights rest," he implies.
Amyra nods as he walks away, giving her a good luck smile. Closing the door behind her, she locks it before making her way into the kitchen. Placing the keys on a hook, Amyra checks the chicken soup she was making for the night before carrying the box into her room.
Amyra's bedroom was as simple as the living room with morphing colors of black and white and Aztec paintings on the wall. Placing the box on a white wood desk that sat near the wall in front of the bed, Amyra began to unload the contents onto her dresser.
It was mostly knickknacks and journals to make her desk look a little more workable. Comfy and inviting, plus it added to simple aesthetic she was reaching for.
Her mind raced with thoughts though. She's finally in living the city she dreamed about since she was a little girl. Her and Tristan have had many plans to move here together and start a new life together. Start a family, a big one, and just love each other.
Throwing the empty box into the closet, Amyra falls back onto her bed as she stares up at the cracked ceiling. She'd probably feel a lot better if she had a baby with her. A boy or a girl it didn't matter. As long as she had her own small family without the care of Tristan.
That sounds so right in the moment.
A knock at the door interrupts her thoughts. Amyra sits up as she looked out her room door trying to see who was knocking. She doesn't have any friends here and nobody from her old city knows where she is.
The knocking continued and Amyra pushes off the bed and prances to the door. Looking out the peep hole she saw a tall, muscular man in his T-shirt and sweats.
"Who is it?" She calls outs.
"Your new neighbor Jack," Jack answers.
Amyra hums as she unlocks the door and opens it. The strength of his cologne hitting her before she sees his body. Her face scrunches up at the stench as she forced a smile on her face towards Jack. His dark brown eyes glimmer as she stared at his body that was blending into the dark despite his light clothes.
"Hey, I'm your new neighbor Jack," Jack introduces himself with a grin on his face.
Amyra shakes his hand while trying not to breathe in his poison of, what he calls, cologne. It was almost suffocating her with its unearthly scent.
"I'm Amyra, nice to meet you," Amyra introduces herself, clearing her throat.
"Same to you. I live right next door and I just came to tell you that if you need anything I'm always home," Jack explains his visit.
His eyes didn't stop taking in her body though as he licks his lips. Amyra rolls her eyes without thinking as she nods, trying to close the door. Jack stops the door with his hand and a raised eyebrow.
"Am I interrupting something?" He asks.
"I was just about to eat dinner," Amyra excuses herself.
"I love food." Jack smiles down at her.
She almost did a double-take at the invitation he gave himself to come into her apartment. Amyra almost let a mocking laugh at the fuck-boy in front of her.
"Too bad I don't love your company. Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to keep to myself thank you and goodbye." Amyra closes the door.
Locking it. Amyra sighs knowing she just dodged a bullet. There was no need for him to be in her apartment if the only thing he came for is to be between her legs. Walking to the stove, Amyra moved the pot to a cold iron as she turned off the heat.
After having dinner, Amyra changes into her pajamas and lays in her bed. Her room was quiet and dark. Amyra's night light flashes a blue color and she stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes watch the particles in the air fall to their dismay as she listens to the cracks in the wall.
Peace is supposed to be silent and in silence peace wasn't found. Her bed was cold even in this apartment, but would she rather be cheated on and have someone to sleep with or be alone and cold?
Amyra stared at the wall because she already made her decision. She knew her life is better off without Tristan, but it's the thought of never finding another person to love that daunts her. Imagine that. Imagine only having one love in your life and once they've done you wrong one too many times you leave and never find love again.
Amyra fluffs her pillow as she pushed the thoughts out of her mind and closed her eyes. She needs to sleep. The sound of giggling made her eyes fly open. Moaning and the smacks of sloppy kissing enter her ears.
He brought a girl to his apartment.
Amyra groans, grabbing her pillow, she slams it over her ears. She should've expected him to bring a girl home in less than thirty-minutes. Her inward cursing and the pillow didn't block out the squeaking bed and the slaps of skin, sadly.
Amyra twists and turns, listening to how Jack dominated the girl. Making her beg for his services and causing her to yelp by smacking her bum.
The growls of his frustration during their session was matching the intensity of the sounds he was causing her. His thrusts causing the bed-frame to bang against the wall like repeated shots of a gun. The girl moans weren't normal because of the force of the thrusts being driven inside of her.
Amyra was unsure to call the land lord or just try to go to sleep to the sounds. Seeing as it was her first night, she decided to sleep. Or at least try with awful sounds in the room next to her.
