Fractured

Chapter 20

I must have fallen asleep in the car because I woke up to Conner calling my name.
And sure enough I looked out the window and saw the familiar burgundy building.

Conner helped me carry my boxes up to his apartment claiming that he didn't want them taking up space in his trunk.

It was silent the whole way up to his apartment. When we reached the door with a number thirteen on it Conner took he's keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

I stepped inside after him and was immediately met with coldness. Seriously why didn't he turn his heat on.

Conner said he had a spare bedroom that served as a storage unit and that I could put my boxes in there until I got back on my feet.

"Don't aspect to live off of me for free." He told me as he set the three boxes he was carrying on the floor, and walked out of the room and into his bedroom leaving me stunned and confused, standing in the room with multiple boxes already in it.

Was he bipolar?
Nah, he was just an angry asstard, about ninth five percent of the time.

I set my boxes on the floor right next to the door. There where so many boxes lined across the room I figured this was the easiest place to get to them.

I shut the storage unit door and walked to the couch.

Conner was no where to be seen, and that's when I realized his bedroom door was shut.

I would not be sleeping in the same bed as him anyways. it was fine because he probably didn't want me to anyways, that would just be to awkward.

Who knows how many girls he has had in there. The thought made me shudder as I settled into the couch.
Plus sleeping with the asstard would just be awkward like really really awkward.

Conner didn't give me any blankets or a pillow and I didn't want to wake him up so I tossed and turned in the cold all night. My cheek hurt from my mother so I didn't even try to lay on that side.

The room was dark. And there's always just something scary about lying in a dark room when you don't know it very well.

I look over at the window on the other side of the room from the couch. Shadows from the trees where casting down on the ground. The sun was glistening over the trees now giving me a full view of a small run down playground. It was comforting to see something that belonged to this apartment complex that wasn't so sketchy. The playground was actually very nice. It was a dark brown wood color with monkey bars leading to a platform that had a slid on the other side of it. It was about a yard away.

I got up off the couch to have a better look at the playground. Something about it caught my attention, despite mine and my brothers attempt to let my parents buy a swing set they always said no. Well my mother always said no.

I smiled at the somewhat memory that clouded my mind of mine and my brothers protests about getting a swing set. But that's when the sun illuminated a huge oak tree that stood probably about two times the size of the small apartment complex. I gasped. The view was completely breathtaking. There was branches that drooped down that covered up the base of the tree and from what I could see I saw a tire swing.

I wasn't positive that it was a tire swing, or if the shadows were just playing with me. And for some reason I wanted to figure out what it was. So I walked over to the apartment door and skipped on my shoes. The floor creaked as I did but slowly I opened the door just enough for me to slide through. I let the door quietly click closed before I started walking down the hallway.

It took me a few minutes to find an exit that wasn't the Main Lobby. I didn't want to go through the main lobby exit, The fear of the reception lady stopping me and asking me why I was in the building when I clearly didn't rent an apartment here and then not believing me when I told her who I was staying with and then kicking me out scared me.