Apartment 306

Chapter 2

It's been three weeks since I moved in and finally, everything was unpacked and put away in a way that I wanted it. Most of everything came from grandmas house, like my bed. The same queen size bed I've had since I was 15. There wasn't anything wrong with it and I didn't see the need to replace it. There were some dressers, tables and a few other things that I was glad to save in storage until I knew I needed it. Even though it didn't matter if I spent the money. I didn't want to. You never know what could happen. When you might need it.

The only thing I felt the need to spend money on was the couch. My grandmother had this ratty old couch that she had for years. One that I begged her to get rid of but she refused. I never knew why she kept the lumpy old thing but the very second the estate manager asked me if I wanted to keep the couch. I immediately told her to throw it out. My new couch was soft, tan, and clothed. It was exactly what I wanted.

There were a few other things I purchased but only things I really needed. Hell, I didn't even have a tv and really I didn't feel the need to get one, not just yet. I much rather read anyway and if I did want to watch something I'll just watch it on my laptop.

In the last three weeks being alone like this, felt strange. In the group home, there was never any privacy or a time to be alone, even living with grandma, I at least saw her from time to time but now. I had no one but even as strange as it felt being alone. I was going to have to get used to it.

As long as I had been here, I had yet to see my neighbor since that day. If I was being honest I was okay with that. For weeks I couldn't get that man's face out of my mind. The whole experience was embarrassing but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Those hard honeysuckle eyes seemed to haunt me. I wasn't a prude. I wasn't experienced because I didn't have time to be but for the first time in my life realize I had time to spare.

Unfortunately, as gorgeous as the man was, his personality needed work. He was a jerk, plain and simple and I needed to keep that in mind. I met three other people from this building. Miss Tasha was a nice old lady with two cats that lived in the apartment below me. I only saw her twice. She mostly kept to herself but she seemed nice. Then there was the Prentice's, an older woman about ten years older than I and her husband. They were a cute couple. They offered to have dinner with me but I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I heard the husband was a history teacher but other than that I didn't know them very well.

Then there was the creepy man on the first floor. He was mid-thirties with short greasy hair and beady eyes that seem to follow you. He scared me. The first moment I met him he made my skin crawl. I had just gotten back from the store making my way up the stairs when he bumped into me. I stumbled back catching myself on the handrail just before I fell backward.

"Ah, I'm sorry." He said placing his hand upon my shoulder. Instantly something felt wrong. I frown watching him eye me down, licking his lips with a smile. I leaned over to walk pass but instantly he was back in my path once again. "Names Peter Nolan. You must be new to the building. What's your name, kitten?" I frown hating the little pet name he used, instantly. He stepped closer and without even think I backed up wanting to be as far away from this creep as humanly possible. He smiled watching my movements like a hawk.

"Macy... Umm..I really have to be going. My ice creams melting." I said scurrying around him. This time he let me pass.

"See you around, Macy." The man said as his voice crawled against my skin making me feel like I was going to be sick.

That was two weeks ago and ever since then, I found him always waiting for me when I get him. Always with the same phrase.
"Hey, kitten." Now I made it my personal goal to avoid him at all cost. Something about him rubbed me the wrong way and I knew to stay away from him. It didn't help that ever since I met him I felt as if I was being watched. It would be strange. A chill that seem to invade my skin randomly throughout my days that filled my veins with ice. I wanted to believe it was all in my head but something in my gut told me to be cautious.