forum The Stranger in the City. (Romance/Crime) (One on One) (Closed, Stalkers Enabled)

Started December 09, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Vaughn’s eyes narrowed softly at that but he nodded his head. “Fine, then,” he said.

Her apartment was on the other side of town in a small building. She unlocked the door and flicked on the light. "Home sweet home." The apartment was rather small, smaller than most people would expect for someone like her.

Vaughn went inside, glancing around as his hands clenched and unclenched. “I’m surprised you trust me at your home.”

"I don't. But I also don't have a choice." She shrugged, closing and locking the door behind her. There was a small kitchen with a living room on the other side and two doors down the hall. "The bathroom is on the right, my room is on the left."

“Mind if I use your bathroom then?” Vaughn asked, looking down the hall.

"Knock yourself out." She led him down the hall and pushed him into the bathroom, flicking on the light and closing the door. The space was especially small and made her claustrophobic but it did what it had to.

Vaughn huffed once the door was closed. He stood there against the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He could have sworn the sillouhette of a dark figure was standing behind him. The figure had it’s hands resting on his shoulders. You shouldn’t be here, Vaughn. What do you think you’re doing? it asked in a whisper.

He gave a shrug in response to the silhouette. You should be at the gas station.

“I should be taking my meds,” he mumbled softly in response, and the silhouette snarled before jerking back and vanishing. He reached over to flush the toilet and washed his hands, despite not even doing anything.

She slipped back into the kitchen, taking four pill bottles out of a cabinet above the sink, setting out her medication. "Two for anxiety, two antidepressants, one for schizophrenia, and one for insanity." She murmured to herself.

Vaughn wondered if he should wait for Roxanne, but decided against it. After a moment, he managed to get the door open and stepped out into the hall.

She swallowed her pills dry and put the bottles away, nestling them among their other orange and white bottle comrades. "I'm only alive because pills run my mind instead of me." She sighed, repeating her mantra to herself.

Vaughn heard Roxanne speaking and paused in the hall. Pills.. What did she have to take? After he waited a moment longer, he walked out into the kitchen.

"Any problem a person has can be solved with a high enough dosage of the right chemicals." She muttered, running her hands through her hair.

“You’re right,” Vaughn spoke up. He had kept his distance, not wanting to startle her on accident as he stood at the other end of the kitchen.

She chuckled bitterly. "Glad to know someone agrees with me." She turned to face him.

Vaughn hummed in response. He glanced past her, where the black silhouette was standing behind her, its hands resting on her shoulders. It nodded towards the cabinet. In there. Pop a couple. Get numb again for a change, it mused.

She leaned back on the counter, folding her arms over her chest. "Also, don't go through my pill cabinet. I don't need other people seeing what I have to take to keep me alive."

The silhouette cackled and made a gun sign with it’s hand, acting like it was shooting her in the side of the head. Vaughn tensed and forced his gaze away from it. “I’m not going to. I wouldn’t need it.”

"Your sudden tenseness says otherwise."

Vaughn gave a shrug. “I have plenty of reasons to be tense- being handcuffed in a strangers house and all,” he stated.

"Just come here, I'll take them off." She sighed. "I'm exhausted and my meds are kicking in so, to be honest, I don't even care anymore." The hardened stone walls that everyone saw were slowly crumbling.

Vaughn seemed hesitant but he stepped over to her and held out his wrists to be uncuffed.

She unlocked them, swinging them around her finger. "I'm calling in for some food, you want something?"

Vaughn looked at the skin on his wrists that was red from the tight handcuffs. He then looked back at Roxanne. “I’ll wat whatever, I’m not picky.”

She shrugged. "Cool." She placed an order for delivery Chinese takeout and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey. "Wine? Or whiskey?"

Vaughn wondered if getting an alcoholic drink was the best idea. But he thought that just one drink wouldn’t be too bad. “Whiskey will do,” he responded.