Apartment below 3

Chapter 111

Sabrina

I open my apartment door, stepping inside and dropping the bag down by my feet. I walk aimlessly around until I reach my bathroom, stripping off my clothes and getting into the warm shower

I let the heat and soapy water wash away the past few day's, letting the calm relaxing feeling take over my body and washing my hair for the first time in days, rinsing out the dried blood and glass shards

I got out again, changing into similar clothes as before, heading into my at hime studio and taking a seat in front of the microphone, staring at it blankly. Your song, you wrote one, remember?

I stood back up, finding the bag I had dropped by the door and flicking through until I found the most recent page, the first two choruses completed. I tapped the pen against the page to help myself concentrate, think sabrina. What do you think when you look at him?

After a few more hours, I find my phone, calling a certain number as a question had stayed in my mind for ages, waiting to be answered "Miss Carpenter? Everything okay?" The doctor asked

"Yea..I was calling about Peyton.." I reply. I heard him chuckle down the line "it's been what? A few hours since you were released and you're already calling?" He laughed

"It's been 5! A lot can happen in 5 hours.." I trail off "unfortunately not for Mr Meyer, he's stayed the same the whole time. Get some rest. I'll make sure someone calls you as soon as something happens. Good evening, Miss Carpenter" he spoke, hanging up at the end of his sentence

I sighed, throwing the phone down on the bed as I looked around the room again. You literally aren't depressed just do something! Anything!, I think to myself. After a few more seconds, nothing came to mind

I picked my phone back up, taking my keys and locking the apartment door behind me as I headed to the bottom floor, approaching the front desk "Miss Carpenter! I hope you are recovering well" she smiled to me

"Thank you..is there any chance you have a spare key to Peytons? I left some things there..since the crash..I feel like I need to get them.." I trail off, pretending to fake sniff

She looked to me sympathetically, "I shouldn't do this. But I know you were his girlfriend. I hope everything's okay" she took a key from a drawer, passing it to me over the desk

I smiled softly "thank you. This means so much to Me" I reply, heading back over to the elevator and pressing his floor. I lean against the wall patiently until it reaches his floor, making my way to the apartment below mine

I unlock the door to the dark apartment, turning on the lights and making my way through to his bedroom. The bed lay clean and made, dropping the keys and my phone on the bedside table,

I climbed into the cool sheets, the smell of his cologne and body wash instantly clouding my thoughts, a sense of security washing over me.

I smile to myself, pulling them up higher so that I was tucked in more, letting myself drift away..