He wouldn’t rip someone’s throat out.
I shook my head, “Nothing.”
She placed her hand on my arm, “Is there someone?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Haven’t seen him in almost six years.”
She frowned. “I’m sorry.”
I shrugged, “He’s got demons. Took me a few years, but I get it. I’ll be here until I can’t anymore.”
***
I saw someone move out of the corner of my eye.
What the fuck?
Year Six - Age 26
Malinda, the nurse I was working with that day, looked at me and asked, “What did you mean last year when you said he wasn’t dark enough?”
“I mean that if Doc Rios walked in on someone slapping me, he’d call the cops. My man, he wouldn’t call the cops. He’d beat the holy hell out of him and then cut off the hand that person used to slap me and shove it down their throat.”
Her face paled. “Are you serious?”
I looked at her.
She took in my look and quietly asked, “You are. Aren’t you?”
I nodded.
Then she looked at Doc Rios, who finally quit trying to flirt with me months ago, and nodded, “Yeah, he isn’t man enough.”
***
“That was weird,” Kristie, the girl who moved in across from me and had fast become a friend, said.
I lifted a brow as our elevator carried us up to our floor.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Apparently, they ran a background check on me. I got the results in my email.” She muttered.
I frowned. “I didn’t have to do that. Must be something new.”
She shrugged.
***
I saw a bag of Reese’s Pieces lying on my island. When did I buy those?
***
My neighbor and I were about to have a knock-down, drag-out fight. I knew it was her who just slashed all four of my tires.
Why?
Because I called the cops when I smelled meth from her apartment.