𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐈𝐒

SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN HIS➖SIX

I'm up too early even before the alarm goes off partly because I couldn't sleep and the only time I manage to close my eyes, I ended up crying and having perturbing nightmares.

I'm still stunned by the fact that Manuel called me yesterday, numerous of questions flood my brain, which still remains unanswered, how he got my number and why the hell was he moaning, the good thing is that I already blocked his number and I'm planning on changing my sim soon.

Fully dressed I sneak out of home going into Mrs Sarah's house, the moment I reach her door I search for the keys underneath her mat but it wasn't there, I result in pulling the doors open but it was shut.

Sighing I walk into her kitchen window, pushing it till it was fully open, I climb on a rock and hoist my self up into her kitchen, falling to the ground with a thud sound.

Moaning in pain i get up from her kitchen floor staring at her fairly dark kitchen, with just little light illuminating from the sky , immediately a dark figure comes in view, a tall.....manly.... dark figure.

"Who the hell are—" I'm instantly pushed against Mrs Sarah's refrigerator and a hand clamps over my mouth.

"I should be asking you the same thing........... Milkshake." The voice comes out rough but at the same time smooth.

I finally gather enough strength to push him away and when I do, I quickly grab a fry pan sitting on the countertop aiming it at his face.

"Stay back or I'll hurt you tall stuff." I yell, hoping I sound intimidating enough to scare him away but it doesn't.

"I'm not scared of you milkshake."

I furrow my brows looking at the milkshake drawn on my shirt then back to his face "My name is not milkshake!"

He relaxes moving away from me to sit on the counter, "Then what is it?"

He quickly grabs an apple from a bowl taking small bites and chewing carefully, a thief starting a conversation, what is this world turning into, I answer nonetheless, "my name is Maria Shakespeare and I live next door, now who the hell are you!?"

"Maria Shakespeare," he calls slowly, "If you take the "M" from Maria and add "ILK" you'll get milk and if you remove the speare from Shakespeare, you'll get shake, sum it up and it gives you milkshake." He concludes smiling in satisfaction.

I gape at him, "Where is Mrs Sarah?" What has he done to that poor elderly woman, "You know I can get you arrested!"

He shocks me with a laugh, throwing the half eaten apple on his hand into the trash bin, "you came into someone's house through the window and you want to get ME arrested milkshake?"

"Stop calling me milkshake!"

"And if I don't." He jumps off from the counter taking alarming steps closer to me.

"Don't come close, or I swear I will hit you." I dangle the fry pan in front of him and he shakes his head, amused.

"Like I said before I'm not scared of—"

The light is immediately switch on and we both avert our gaze to look at Mrs Sarah.

"Maria? Is that you." She says quietly, squinting her eyes to see me.

Quickly I run closer to her, panicking like a fish out of water, "you have a stranger in your house, he ate your apple—"

She arch an eyebrow, "Josh? Josh isn't a stranger Maria, I forgot to tell you my grandson was coming over."