Seeing sweet (stalker)neighbor Simon outside of the shitty apparent. <3 more parts of him here- here- and here!!
Itâs a rough morning for you.
Cat vomit on your rug, coffee grounds in your early morning cup of Joe, your clothes not sitting right on your skin. Everything seems to be going wrong for you today.
Slamming you cup into the sink you rush out the door, late. Because, of course youâre late.
And of all days, the day you needed to be early to work to set up a meeting.
The day seemed against you.
The morning air wraps around you but does little to soothe the simmering anger under your skin as you march to work.
So lost in your thoughts you donât see the man slowly walking in front of you.
Only to stop dead in your tracks, running into what you can only assume is a human wall.
A masked man with dark eyes chuckles at you.
You snap your head up to meet his eyes, when recognition slaps you out of your bad mood.
He nods, taking a step to the side to keep you away from the street as cars pass.
âSeems youâre in a hurry.â
You drag your hands over your face.
âIâm so late, you donât even understand the day Iâm having.â
His eyes crinkle above his mask.
âIâll walk with you.â
Simon knew something was wrong the minute you didnât rush out of the door at 9.
He left long before you could realize Simon wasnât there for you to say good morning to.
The lucky charm that set heavy in his pocket reminded him just how important it was to look after you.
Your eyes tiredly move to your clock sitting on your nightstand. 12:00 AM shines brightly back in your face making you squint.
Something like a groan leaves your lips as you toss once again in your bed, sheets ruffled with exhaustion.
Youâve been laying here for way too long, sleep avoiding you like a cat in a bath. Sitting up, your body aches with the tension you hold.
Your stomach twists and churns into knots with hunger, your mouth filling with saliva as an intense wave of nausea hits you.
Not enough to make you gag, just enough for you to hold your stomach cursing.
âDamn it, wish I ate.â
Huffing, you throw off your warm covers and move to your front door, giving into your relentless growing stomach.
You move down the eerily hallways of your apartment building, the wallpaper cracking and peeling from the walls.
The walk to the convenient store near by goes by quickly.
Youâre still dressed in your pajamas, bunny slippers warming your toes as you enter the small, suspicious gas station.
You walk to the aisle your feet take you to, standing in front of a colorful array of chips and sweets.
Nothing and everything looks good.
Footsteps approach you from your side, out of instinct you look over to see a familiar hulking sized man.
A smile pulls at your lips, almost embarrassed to be so casually dressed.
Heâs not even looking at you, his attention dead set on the snacks sitting in front of you.
You chuckle, his name sounding repetitive after the other morning of literally running into him.
Like he just noticed your presence, Simon looks over at you only to look back at the food with a stillness in his features.
âYou been walkinâ a lot.â
He says without any hint to what heâs thinking.
You sigh, reaching for your go to snack.
âCanât find my car-keys anywhere.â
You look at him with an exhausted expression, more tired than any sleep could fix.
âAnd trust me, Iâve looked everywhere.â
Too tired to argue you nod, honestly you do agree. Itâs not safe, especially around this area. You open your mouth to reply when his rough voice cuts you off.
âLet me drive you home.â
He adds as he turns to face you.
âWe literally live in the same building.â
You shake your head no, an embarrassment flushing your cheeks.
âWhat, no Simon itâs fine.â
âPlus weâre only likeââ
Again he cuts you off, this time with a stern look that makes your spine tingle.
âIâm taking you home. Check out, and letâs go.â
Now flustered and exhausted you rush to the counter to pay.
You leave with your snacks in hand, climbing into Simon Rileyâs beat up Chevy.
He leaves empty handed, minus the extra car key sitting in his pocket.
Simon sits in his truck a while after you leave.
His knuckles white around the steering wheel as he watches you walk inside the building.
Something loosening in his chest when he sees the third floor second window over go from pitch black to warm with light only a few minutes after you leave.
He lets go, hitting the back of his seat with a soft thud.
Exhaling harshly through his nose.
Heâs spent the last week watching you walk. Noticing how you never check over your shoulder, not even once.
He clicked his tongue at the thought, shutting his door a little too harshly once he gets home.
By the time the bus makes it to the grocery store your hands are sweaty with anxiety.
So many people, all sitting way too close, a man having the confidence to brush against you during the ride. Your mind immediately runs through the worst possible case scenarios that could happen.
You gasp as you shove your way out of the automatic doors.
Feeling an automatic rush of relief, as you step farther away into the less crowded streets.
A couple feet away, your eye catches a large shadow moving across the street.
Your gaze stays there, only for a moment before you move back to your original mission.
âFuck, need more coffee.â
You mutter underneath your breath, taking a turn towards the supermarket.
Maybe it was the bus ride, maybe itâs the lack of caffeine and sleep in your system but with every step you take, you hear another one.
But, everytime you turn you see nothing.
You swallow the unease building in your chest as you quickly walk into the grocery store.
âOne thing. In and out.â
You tell yourself like that will make this feeling go away.
As you walk down the isles youâre looking over your shoulder, turning too quickly at the sound of a squeaky cart and bumping into almost everything in your way.
Youâve never felt like such a scary cat until now.
You fiddle with your phone thatâs been sitting heavy in your pocket.
You walk around in circles, going nowhere.
You chew at your cheek until you taste metal.
You spot two doors that lead to somewhere tucked away, above the doors read a sign that you ignore as you push past the metal doors leading you to what you can only assume is the back.
Thereâs crates full of packaged foods giving you the perfect wall to hide in, if someone was really on your tail.
The glow of your screen illuminates your face as you unlock your phone with shaky hands.
The metal doors you just entered from slowly creak open. Your breath gets caught in your throat.
Someone was following you.
Your finger hits the call button on Simonâs contact, using your last ditch effort.
In the quiet of the room, another phone begins to buzzâŠ
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