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Annabelle had arrived home after a New Years party at around nine in the morning on the first of January. It was moving day, and the apartment next to hers, that had been vacant for two months, was no longer empty. She caught sight of a tall blonde disappearing into the apartment with a box in his arms as she walked down the hall. Her heart thumped a little, having only gotten a glimpse, but it was enough to make her excited.
He looked young, early twenties, around Annabelle's age, and he was cute. Maybe a little different from her usual type, but still attractive nonetheless. Annabelle approached her apartment, fumbling with the keys. She had just unlocked her door when another man left the newly rented suite next to hers.
It wasn't the blonde from before.
Annabelle tried not to look, but she couldn't help herself, taking in the strong shoulders, the bleach blonde hair with already darkening roots, strong jaw, tan skin covered in tattoos and beautiful eyebrows. She'd never seen eyebrows that she'd classify as 'beautiful' before and yet there she was, thinking about how they perfectly suited his face, bringing out the strong, boxiness of his jawline.
The guy looked her up and down as he walked past, a small smirk on his face. Annabelle flushed, having been caught staring at the man.
He walked behind her and continued down the hall, Annabelle waited a suitable amount of time before turning to watch his figure get farther and farther away.
The grey sweatpants looked comfy, and Annabelle found herself appreciating his bum. Gaze sweeping over the strong shoulders covered by a a black v-neck stretched taught over the muscle, Annabelle's breath was caught in her throat.
Continuing with her day, Annabelle nursed her hangover, binging netflix and getting started on course reading for school. She went to bed early, having not gotten much sleep the night before.
At around one AM, the noises started.
It began with a dull thudding, steady and slow. At first, Annabelle even thought she was hearing things, maybe someone walking down the hall too loudly. But then the pace of the thumps got quicker and Annabelle's eyes opened, staring at her ceiling in the darkness of her room.
A soft sound mingled with the beat, but that too, got louder. Annabelle groaned, reaching for her phone but she stopped as the sound hit a new pitch, and even half asleep, the reality of what the noise was, smacked Annabelle from her post slumber daze.
The guy in the apartment next to her, was fucking someone.
Fucking someone hard, fast, and, if Annabelle could assume anything from the noise level, he was fucking her very well.
Annabelle groaned, hiding her head in her pillow, she supposed there were worse ways to christen a new apartment. She'd spent her whole first night puking after a housewarming party that she should not have had in the first place.
She laid there for a few minutes, listening to the sounds. She wondered which boy it was. The blonde or the ashy haired one.
It had been about ten minutes and Annabelle assumed it would be ending soon so she could go back to sleep. Ten minutes became fifteen and Annabelle had sat up by that point, scrolling through her phone to pass the time.
At twenty minutes the sounds finally stopped and Annabelle put her phone away, cuddling back into her pillow.
Just as Annabelle was drifting off again, there was a small screaming sound that made her eyes snap back open with worry. For a moment, the worst things imaginable popped into her head. God, what if her new neighbour was an asshole who hit women? What if they were sleep talkers or had night terrors that woke them up screaming every night? What if-
