The Pretend To Be Agreement

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Grace

It took a ten minute cab ride to get to the destination Will had instructed me to come too. After a very long, reluctant debate between myself, my head, and Kimberly, I had finally made up my mind on whether I should go or not. My stomach felt like it was tied into knots, and it only got worse the closer I came to my stop.

I had absolutely no idea where I was going or why the hell I was even going for that matter. It seemed like Mother Nature had decided to try and lighten my anxious mood by causing light, fluffy snowflakes to fall from the sky.

When the cab pulled over at my stop, I manage to scrimmage twenty dollars and some loose change I had lying around in the bottom of my bag and hand it over to the middle age man in the driver's seat.

Slowly, I get out of the car, exhaling deeply before slamming the door shut. Stepping onto the sidewalk and out of the way of the car, the cab goes driving off, sending some slush my way. Shaking it off my boots I make my way to the entrance of what I recognized to be a studio apartment building.

The building was built with three floors, made entirely out of red brick, stone, and concrete. Some of the windows in the upper level were smashed, and it didn't surprise me as we were in the less busy part of the city. Homeless people or even druggies probably used this place as a hideout.

To the side, nailed onto a wooden stick was a sign that was basically only hanging on by a thread as it hung crooked, about to fall off by the looks of it. It read: 'FOR SALE BY REALTOR' and I finally understand why Will had asked me to come out here.

I don't bother knocking as my foot accidently bumps into the bottom of the door and it slowly opens. The hinges creak and when my feet press down onto the hard wooden floor, it groans in protest. Its dark inside and the only light coming through was from the evening sun that was setting.

Looking at my surroundings I see the most of the windows were either covered in cardboard or newspaper, tapped on by duct tape. Broken shards of glass were littered throughout the middle level of the studio building, and it honestly looked like someone had raided the place. It reminded me all too well of a scene out of a horror movie.

As I walk forward I step on a piece of glass and I hear it crunch as it breaks under my boot. Making way over to the spiral stair case I try my best to not touch the rails. I remember how my sister used to call me a germaphobe, and every time she'd call me that I made it my mission to deny any accusation of such a nickname. But now, however, I'm starting to believe her.

Even when you're dead, you're still somehow able to show me up every time.

Surprisingly, when I step foot on the top floor I notice that it's a lot cleaner up here then it is down there. It still held some similarities to the chaotic mess downstairs with the windows being covered in cardboard, but other than that, it was breath taking.

The whole place was, actually. That beauty of it all was just masked by the brokenness of it all.

But, that's not the only thing I notice.

Standing in front of me, with his hands shoved into his pockets, stood Will. He held a nervous expression on his face, and I couldn't blame him. Even though I came off nice and gentle, I had one hell of a mean streak hidden under all that kindness.

"H-Hey," he stutters with a small wave of his hand.

"Hey," I greet back, my eyebrows knitting together.