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school or prison many years ago . He directed his driver to drop him off at the next block and he hoofed it back to the property where she had entered just minutes before .
He pulled on the door to the solitary entrance but it was locked . Not surprising . You either needed a key or to be buzzed up by one of the tenants in order to enter . It wasn ’ t hard for him to figure out which button correlated to her apartment though . The structure was fairly small and he had tenacity .
A smile spread across his face as he recalled her reaction . After ringing nearly half the other residents ’ bells during his exploration , the total astonishment in her voice at his surprise visit was welcome .
He took another bite of his meal and truly contemplated that moment . “ All this time later and it finally dawned on me just now that you left me at the restaurant the way you did so that I would follow you home , didn ’ t you ?” He gnawed on a gristly scrap as he laughed under his breath . Her stony gaze persisted .
“ Do you remember all those rude things you said to me through your intercom ?” He swallowed . “ I had never felt more insulted and betrayed than you made me feel standing on your doorstep talking to a wall . You wouldn ’ t even come down to discuss it face to face .” He quickly popped another forkful into his mouth . “ I didn ’ t feel a connection , you said . I want to remain friends , you said . I don ’ t feel comfortable with you at my house , you said .” He chewed harder and faster , spitting tiny specks of mashed up pulp at her as he vented . “ I loved you so much , and in a matter of seconds you made me hate you with equal measure .” He choked down a mouthful and filled his gullet with another heaping fragment of rare meat . Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth as he masticated through his words . “ I left like you asked , but I never went away . Not really . I knew you ’ d come around , I just had to wait you out .” He loaded the last bite onto his fork .
He was a patient man , moreso than most , but he needed to rectify the situation as soon as possible . So he waited . Days passed as he watched occupants come and go . All the while he tried to get her to respond to his text messages and calls . She didn ’ t . Her routine was easy to commit to memory . Work and home were pretty much it . She never had guests over . She didn ’ t even chat with her fellow apartment renters , she just kept to herself . Her introvertedness was so endearing . The urge to press her buzzer so that he could hear her voice once more nearly overwhelmed him at times , but he maintained his resolve . Eventually , an opportunity presented itself .
A drunk twenty-something came stumbling home alone at 4-ish in the morning on a Saturday , broken stilettos in hand . This was an unusual occurrence as most “ whoo-girls ”, as he called them , tended to rove in packs . It took a few tries to get the key in the lock , but the swaying female managed to open the door . It was left open as she sprinted out to the bushes beside the entryway to vomit violently . He seized the sliver of space and strode past the wretch and into the building unseen .
The lock on her apartment door was a much simpler pick than expected . Once inside he marveled at her trusting nature , there was no deadbolt in sight . For a time he watched her sleep and he cuddled up beside her . He was going to make it all okay . She screamed . He wanted to talk it out , make it work , but she wasn ’ t listening . They never listen ; she was like all the rest . It was all a blur after that .
He fixed on the last piece of red , dripping flesh sitting atop the glistening tines . He hurt deeply as he thought about what she had done to him . She made him love her