He kissed me goodbye at the door to my apartment before he made his way down the stairs and to his car.
I watched him the whole way there.
Once the door was opened, the brutal truth of the situation was once again revealed.
In stark contrast, my apartment was a dump. While Guy’s resembled an immaculate bachelor pad, mine appeared to be a slum house. The wallpaper was peeling, the carpet was stained and yellowed, the air conditioning busted and never repaired. The walls were so thin I could hear everything from fighting to screwing to fists going in and out of walls. It was, in a word: Hell. I’d never imagined that such a place could exist before I got kicked out of the co-op. Given it was all I could afford since those disastrous happenings, I couldn’t really complain.
Sighing, I walked over to the mail console.
If anything, at least I had a home.
I opened the box.
The first thing to pop out at me was Past Notice Due.
Or not.
I fought back the urge to rip the mail out of the box and toss it over the railing before shoving it under my arm and dragging it into the house.
Upon slamming the door, I heard the all-too-familiar sound of a screw coming loose.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I turned just in time to see the door bow off one hinge and then completely tear another apart.
I could’ve screamed.