Helping Jahar Tsarnaev

i'm a fuck up

I arrive at my apartment complex and get out of my car. There are a lot of bright streetlights surrounding the building. "Beep beep" my car says to tell me that it's locked now. I walk into the lobby of the apartment building and press the arrow pointing up. The elevator dings as the door opens. Glancing I notice that the perverted guy of the building is awaiting me. I step into the elevator and push the number three. "Hello Tatum" he smirks. "Hello Axel." I say to him. Axel steps close making me back up into the elevator wall. He takes another step and he is too close for comfort. "What do you say we head up to my room and fuck until sunrise" I can smell the beer in his breathe. "Come on Axel. When has this ever gotten you anything from me. Besides, you know you're not my type." The elevator dings letting me know that it's on my floor. "Goodbye Axel." I step out and the doors close. He needs to stop. I walk to my apartment & unlock the door. It opens and I walk in closing it behind me. My apartment smells like marshmallows thanks to bath and body works. I walk into my bedroom and lay my purse down on my bed. My phone starts to ring. "Swingin' in the backyard pull up in your fast car whistling my name. Open up a beer and you take it over here and play your video games. I'm in his favorite sundress, watching me get undressed." My queen sings to me. Lana Del Rey is my favorite. I answer the phone. "Hello?" Shit. I didn't even bother to see who was calling. "Hey. There's an awesome party going on. Everyone's here" I hear screaming in the background. It's one of my best friends, Anna. "Yea Tatum. Hurry" I hear Megan and Riley yell into the phone. "Okay. I'm coming. Let me get ready. Where is it again?" I always go to parties. It's just what I do. "I don't know Tatum. It's a secret. A guy had to drive us here. We'll send a man to your house" hmm. That's suspicious. This party must be good if it's secretive. "Okay. See you in a few. Bye guys" I don't know what I would do without them. "Bye Tatum." I hang up the phone and lay down on my bed for a little bit. I'm in desperate need of a shower so I head in the bathroom. I glance into the mirror at myself. I have long blonde hair that reaches just above my ass. My skin is the same shade as a Barbie and I have beautiful curves. My face is perfect in every detail. Brown eyes, big lips, and perfectly shaped eyebrows that makes every girl jealous. To top of my looks I'm very famous on tumblr and Twitter. Slipping of my athletic shorts and underwear I start the shower. I take off my shirt and sports bra, put my hair up in a bun, and step into the shower. I start to sing Afraid, one of my favorite songs. After I wash my body I start to gently wash my face, making me stop singing. I open my eyes to turn off the water and the shower curtain is yanked to one side of the rod holding it up. "Oh my god." I murmur. I look ahead of me to see a perfectly built man. He looks familiar. Where have I seen him. I look up and he's staring right at my boobs. "GET ME A TOWEL. NOW!" I yell at him. He immediately does as I say and hands me a white towel out of the cabinet. "Why the fuck are you in my apartment. Can't you see that I'm in my shower?!" He looks concerned. "Yes. I'm very very sorry. Your friends sent me to pick you up for the party. I knocked and I didn't hear a reply so I came in. I'm very sorry" ah. Yes. The party. "Oh. Give me a few minutes and I will be ready." I say to him. He nods and walks into my room shutting the bathroom door behind him. Fuck, I say to myself. Why did he come into my bathroom. He's a guy Tatum, of course he would have. Where have I seen him though? I think back to the marathon. Him. He's the man I saw. The worried man before the bomb. Oh no. What if he's the one who sat off the bomb. It couldn't have been him. There's not any evidence. I curl my hair and apply my makeup. Perfecting the wings on the corner of my eyes. Wrapping the towel around me, I go into my bedroom where the man is sitting, and I get out some clothes to put on. I don't know why, but I decide to just get changed there. I decide to put on a thong, short light blue ripped Jean shorts, and an arctic monkey band t-shirt. I love them. "Are you ready? I've been waiting for a while now" I glance up at him and his sweet face. He's so hot. "Almost. Let me put on some shoes." I decide on my black doc martens. Glancing over at the tv I notice that he had turned it on to the news. "Boston Bombing suspect photos were released today. The fbi decided on these few people." I look up and see the man sitting in my room on the news. Oh my god. Fuck no. It wasn't him. He quickly turns off the tv. "Let's go." He says gently. I look at him. Can I trust him? Maybe I can. "Okay. Let's go" he leads me out of my apartment and to the elevator where he presses the down button. The doors open and Axel is in the elevator. "Oh no" I whisper quiet enough for nobody to hear. We get onto the elevator and the mysterious guy presses "Lobby". Axel glances at my long legs and winks. Ew. He reaches his hand over to me and slaps my ass. "Eh" I squeal in surprise. Before I can open my mouth to say anything to Axel, the man from my apartment is already slamming him into the wall. "Don't you ever, ever do that to her. This is just a warning. If I find out that you did it again I will hunt you down, and it won't be as gentle as this time." He takes a minute to pause. "Do you understand" he says through gritted teeth. "Yes." Axel says with shock in his voice. The guy releases him and he drops to the floor. When we reach the lobby, he puts his arm around my waist and squeezes our sides tight together. Then he lets me go. "Come on. We have a party to get to." He says with a big toothy grin. He's perfect. We run out of the lobby and to his car. God it's nice. It's a silver Porsche. He opens the door for me and I climb in. I watch him as he walks around the front of his car to the other side. He opens the door and climbs in. When he starts the car rap comes on. How basic. I look over to him as he starts to rap along with the rapper. "So, what's your name" I ask him. He looks at me, it looks as if he's deciding rather or not I'm trustworthy. "My name? Jahar. Yours?" I didn't expect him to tell me, but I'm glad he did. Jahar. That's a different name. I have to admit, I kind of like it. "Tatum. I don't like it." I reply. He doesn't stop looking at me at all as we sit in my apartment parking lot. I look down at my hands. "Tatum is a beautiful name. It suits you very well." Woah. Did he just call me beautiful? No. He didn't. "Thank you." I say softly. "Why. Were you um.. on the news?" I ask him. He jumps. Shit. I crossed the line. "Let's not talk about it. We have a party to get to." The engine roars and he pulls out of the parking lot.