60.
December 14th, 2020
The color red isn’t one I’m particularly a fan of. I usually don’t associate myself with it, and I hardly even wear clothes that are made of that damn color.
But…
Red – fuckingredwas all I saw the moment I opened Zaira’s apartment door and rushed inside.
Red-hot rage. So red I could scan human beings at the airport customs for a living.
Mr. I’ll-chop-his-balls Neighborwas sitting on the couch with my Zaira. His body was angled towards hers, and his face was merely inches away from hers. She was holding a half-empty bottle of water in one hand, and grinned whenMr. Asshole Neighborsaid something to her.
He was an average guy, I guess. Tall, lean, blonde hair, pale skin. Maybe a case of rashes too, because he was squirming and shifting on the couch way too much, which looked both uncomfortable and irritating.
But his probable skin disease was not what had made me see red, no. It was his increasing proximity to Zaira that was making me all kinds of angry and…murdery. Not sure if that’s a word, but it’s exactly how and what I was feeling.
He kept closing in, and in, and in, but stopped suddenly and jerked back when I kicked an empty pizza box to the side before marching over to him.
“Get up,” I spat. “Get the fuck up!”
He stared at me with wide eyes. “Wh–what?”
“Are you deaf?” I stepped into his personal space and bent so we were face-to-face. “Get. The fuck.Up.”
“Why?” the asshole dared to ask. He was sweating and shaking, but somehow continued to make eye-contact with me.
“Because I’m telling you to,” I told him.
“Gaaaallannn…” Zaira sang. “You’re hereeee!”
I looked at her, and my chest tightened when she looked back at me with a beautiful smile on her full lips.
I scanned her face to make sure she was okay, and once satisfied, I turned back to Asshole before saying, “Do you want me to book AC/DC in your honor? Do you want a musical exit or something?”
He swallowed. “I don’t know who you are, so I’m not going to leave her alone with you.”
That was it; I was done waiting.
I bunched the collars of his sweatshirt and pulled him to his feet. When he tried to grab my wrists, I pushed against his shoulders and shoved him towards the apartment door. “Leave!”
With a look of comical horror on his face, he began fumbling with the doorknob, but stopped and looked at me. “Wait, how did you even get in? The door was locked.”
I gritted my teeth. “I have a set of spare keys, you dipshit. I’m herboyfriend. So, if you want your ass to walk outta here unharmed, I’m going to suggest that you leave quickly and quietly.Rightnow.”
“Gall…”
I pivoted on my feet and faced Zaira. She gazed up at me with an expression I couldn’t put my finger on.
“Hey.” I knelt in front of her. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel so good,” she whispered.
Fuck.
I took the bottle of water from her hand and placed it on the ground. “Stay here. I’ll get to you in a second.” I looked behind me, and saw that the pale idiot was still standing next to the door.
“Are you crazy?” I got to my feet and walked over to him. “Didn’t I just ask you to leave?”
