Saturday Night, 14th of September
Amaya
I was almost asleep until I heard the sound of a door slam downstairs. I sat up from my position of laying down as the sound of more than one set of footsteps made their way up the stairs. The footsteps were also followed by obnoxious giggles, laughter and moans.
I could distinctly hear the voices of two females as they spoke to Christopher. I couldn't exactly make out what they were saying but their voices were loud enough for me to hear the slur in their words. They were drunk, as was Christopher since I could hear the slur in his words as well.
From what I could hear, they were so drunk that they couldn't even walk. They bumped into the walls and doors as they made their way to what I assumed was Christopher's bedroom.
The house was silent for a while, just quiet giggles were heard. I laid back down, ready to rest when moans of pleasure erupted throughout the house. They were definitely over exaggerated as screams of pleasure also followed.
I sighed, hearing the sound of the headboard banging against the wall. I reached for my phone, getting up to find my headphones in order to block out the sounds in which I did not want to hear.
I understood that this was Christopher's house and that obviously he could do whatever he pleased but did he not have enough respect to realise that someone else was staying here? It made me wonder what led him to his 'I don't care' type of mindset. It also made me wonder if this was a constant routine that Christopher had during his everyday life.
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It seems like Amaya will not be enjoying much of her stay at Christopher's house.
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