Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He probably has tons of people behind him and here I am, alone. I’m not sure anyone would even notice if I went missing. My jobs would likely think I was a no - call, no - show and quit. Maybe my landlord, but only because he wants his money. He’d probably just throw my stuff out after a week and rent it to someone else, not even telling anyone I disappeared. God, that’s sad and makes me want to really cry now. My eyes start to water as I feel sorry for myself.
I probably wouldn’t even make it back from the police station without a bullet in my head. I pray that what he told me about the man was true. That he was a bad person. I’m tempted to turn on the TV and see if there’s anything on the news about it, but I stop myself.
It would eat me alive if I found out the dead man was someone with a family that loved him, if he was hardworking and they needed him. I can see it now — a wife holding her baby, sobbing, while her kids stand all around her. I take the money over to my dresser and put it inside a pair of socks.
What kind of criminal tells you how to get away from someone like him? “Never run home,” he’d said. Then told me to lock my door. Maybe he’s a good guy. I lie to myself as I shut my dresser drawer.
I know I’m trying to make myself feel better by thinking that. That it’s okay I’m not going to the cops and I’m keeping the money. That there is no wife crying over the dead man.
I open a few more drawers, finding something to wear to work today. I don’t have a closet in my tiny bedroom, so my meager amount of clothes is stuffed into this thing. I pull out a pair of thick black leggings and a lightweight purple sweater that falls off one shoulder. We get to go casual at the telemarketing job because no one sees us. I’ve seen some roll out of bed and come to work, literally showing up in their pajamas. As long as they don’t stink, management doesn’t say anything. And even if they do, they just get put in their own corner.
I get dressed then go back into the bathroom and brush out my hair before giving it a quick blow dry. I decide to put on some eyeliner and mascara. It only takes a second and makes me look like I’m not falling asleep. I go back into my bedroom to double check that I have everything I need for the day.
I make my way into my tiny eat-in kitchen and open the fridge. Like I was expecting, there isn’t anything to eat. I glance at the clock and see I have time to stop and grab something if I want. It’s not something I normally do, and I really shouldn’t waste my money, but my mind flicks back to the cash in the dresser. It’s a safe cushion and I can afford a small splurge. After a scare like that, I think I deserve one of my favorite bagels and a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream on it. My stomach rumbles at the idea. Him telling me to eat is also pushing that decision for some reason. As if I’m supposed to do what he tells me.
After work I should really go to the store though. I still have the tips from Rita’s in my purse, plus what I make tonight. Maybe I can cut out a little early.
I glance over at the door and pull out my keys. Not like I can stay in here forever. Besides, I think if he wanted in or wanted to send someone in, he could have. The door isn’t bulletproof, and he’s a big enough guy that he could easily kick it in.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and peek out. Nothing. Just the normal dirty walls of the hallway and the stained green carpet. Stepping out, I shut the door, sliding my key in and turning the lock.
“Sugar.”
I scream. Jumping, I turn around to see it’s my neighbor Big Shot. I’m guessing that’s not really his name, but that’s what he tells everyone to call him. He isn’t half wrong. He’s big, but not big like the man from last night. No, the stranger who chased after me was all muscle.
I hate how I noticed how attractive he was. It wasn’t something that should have been on my mind, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d never seen a man like him before. Power and dominance rolled off him. I could feel it pushing at me with each command he’d given me.