What He Doesn't Know
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I groaned when I saw the inside of my apartment. It was a disaster zone with chairs overturned, papers everywhere, and an awful odor. I scrunched up my nose as I put my suitcase on the floor and proceeded to explore my home. I found a note on the fridge,
You get what you deserve! [i/]
I was Eliza. She had broken into my home and trashed the place. I sighed in defeat. This happened every time I came back from a tour. She would always do something to provoke me. Tomorrow I would need to find a locksmith to change my locks... again.
"So she did it again huh?" Mikey stirred his coffee. We both sat in Starbucks for breakfast and later on we would go out with the family for breakfast.
"Yep, just like always." I said scorching my tongue on my coffee. That fuzzy and numb feeling took over my mouth.
"Why don't you just get her arrested?" my brother asked just to point out the obvious. "This is harassment."
"Well... I guess I don't want to get involved." what a pathetic excuse!
"Gerard, you already are!" I shrugged and took another sip of my coffee but being careful not to burn my tongue again.
You get what you deserve! [i/]
I was Eliza. She had broken into my home and trashed the place. I sighed in defeat. This happened every time I came back from a tour. She would always do something to provoke me. Tomorrow I would need to find a locksmith to change my locks... again.
"So she did it again huh?" Mikey stirred his coffee. We both sat in Starbucks for breakfast and later on we would go out with the family for breakfast.
"Yep, just like always." I said scorching my tongue on my coffee. That fuzzy and numb feeling took over my mouth.
"Why don't you just get her arrested?" my brother asked just to point out the obvious. "This is harassment."
"Well... I guess I don't want to get involved." what a pathetic excuse!
"Gerard, you already are!" I shrugged and took another sip of my coffee but being careful not to burn my tongue again.
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Sorry for the wait and sorry for such a lousy short chapter.