Sensitive Skin

Sensitive Skin|06

Zoey

It had been a week since I saw Bri, but she had made herself known. I decided I was most definitely going to move before buying a dog, I couldn't take Bri's actions.

Since I got home from the mall that day, she had been coming over every night screaming at the apartment. She always managed to evade the cops, and there wasn't much they could do with so little information on her.

Which annoyed me, I hadn't contacted the beautiful women who helped me that night. She didn't deserve a girl like me, with the drama from Bri I couldn't just hop into another relationship and possibly endanger her family.

I had found an apartment across town, far enough away from where Bri would look. It was high end, slightly expensive but it would be a good place to stay that would be safe and secure.

The moving date was set today, most of my stuff was already packed or sold. I didn't want to keep half of the shit that bri had touched, I just wanted a fresh start. I had apologized to the whole apartment building for Bri's behavior but most of then were just happy I was leaving and moving on with my life.

I just hoped I could make friends now, my life had been really lonely because I didn't have anybody I could honestly talk to. Bri controlled everything, she was insecure with me having friends because she thought I would cheat on her regardless if they were man or women—even though I told her multiple times I was a hundred percent lesbian and loyal.

Look where that went? She was the one who cheated on me and proved her un-loyalty even after we both knew we didn't love each other I STILL stayed loyal to her. Sigh karma was going to bite her in the ass one day, and I wasn't going to be there to help.

I was currently on my knees packing a box from my bathroom, my knees cried it desperation for me to get up but the moving guys were coming to take the rest of the stuff over to the new apartment. I was to drive behind them until I got there, the landlord just told me to leave the door unlocked since there was nothing worth stealing.

Flinching when the doorbell rang, I quickly got up wincing at the ache in my knees. I really needed to work out or something my body was weak as hell, I quickly looked out the peephole and sighed when it was indeed the moving men.

I unlocked the door and let them in, they began their work and I loaded the small trinkets into my car as they did the heavy work. I offered to help but the chuckled and shook their head after seeing how red my knees were, I felt extremely embarrassed by how easily my skin turned red or bruised by a simple task.

When the apartment was finally empty and cleaned enough that the landlord wouldn't have much to do when he came to the apartment, he didn't care about the keys said I could just toss them since he was getting the locks changed anyway.