The Silent Neighbour ✓

Chapter Seven

SONG: Another love by Tom Odell

Nova Johnson

I have never felt such fear in my soul, the moment I shut my door...I slide down the wood and try my hardest to control my breathing. I lock my door and face my apartment; my fingers rush through my hair and down my face.

Tears fall from my eyes like mini crystals, so my mother leaves the world in peace with hate on our name. How could she do that to me? I stand up and slip my jacket off, hanging it onto the wall. I think studying would get my mind of this.

I had to do something to distract me from what I saw earlier.

Why would he do something so horrendous?

Why would he try make me-I need to stop thinking about this. I grab a bottle of wine from my fridge and walk to my desk.

Nothing better than a few equations and a bottle of red wine.

It has been four hours.

My pen taps onto the desk, I stare at the maths question long and hard. The numbers suddenly made no sense to me, I was supposed to be the smartest in my class and I cannot even do a simple math equation anymore. My fingers however have a mind of its own and throws the pen.

How dare he? How dare he say no! It's been one day, one day and I can't revise these hard questions. "Alright, I'm on my way now." I hear from the other side of the door; I stand up slowly and tiptoe towards it. I look through the eyepiece to the other side and see him closing his doors.

I slip my shoes in and grab my phone shoving it into my back pocket. I needed to persuade him to help me, I pull open my door and follow after him.

He enters the elevator; I take the intuitive and rush down the stairs. Which bearing in mind was sixteen floors down. I take a breather before rushing further, arriving at the double doors, I see the elevator doors open and Alexander walking out of the reception of the apartment.

I push the doors open and capture him, but not to close. He does not have a car, and instead he walks. It was night, what does he have that's so important? Both hands of his were dug deep into his pockets. He wore a black hoodie.

We have been walking for thirty minutes, hell even longer. I notice him take a right to an alley, I decided against ongoing in, but my heart was telling me to do so.

So, I did. Stupidly. The moment one feet stepped through, a hand wraps around my throat and collides me against the brick wall. I gasp my final breath as my hands attach around his wrist, his blue eyes, those crispy oral orbs were gleaming into my own.

Fear, no. Lust, yes.

There was something about this man, his eyes were full of unknown secrets, I knew that. Those eyes, those eyes gave out a million words. One of them being why I was following him? He shakes his head, pushing himself closer to me.

He brings his face closer to my own, his cheeks touching my own as his lips graze the end of my jaw. "Following me?"

"I wanted to speak to you." I croak out.

"More like stalk me."

"I wasn't stalking you. I really need your help on-"

"And I said no."

"I don't understand why, why you can't help me?"

"Because I said so, now fuck off." He growls as he pushes himself away from me, he then walks away, I close my eyes and grab onto my hair in frustration.