Forever Yours, Abel: A Folie à Deux Novella by Cynthia A. Rodriguez

Author:Cynthia A. Rodriguez [Rodriguez , Cynthia A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-22T18:00:00+00:00

3

Abel

She doesn’t talk the rest of the way and I’m grateful for it.

I don’t need to hear the way her words hold a melodic quality, even when she whispers. I don’t need to find reasons to look at her; to find differences between the woman before me and the one who haunts me.

I don’t need to find hope in brown eyes that look like they haven’t seen anything past the town limits.

When we reach my apartment, a somewhat dilapidated building on the outskirts of town, I grip my bike in one arm and walk up the steps.

I can’t help but look back to see if she’s followed me when I open the front door, like she’s some lost puppy following me home.

She’s staring at the building before her and I wonder if she’s actually going to come inside, when she proceeds to take each step slowly.

“I can always walk you home,” I tell her, nervous at the idea of her entering my shitty apartment.

I’ve never had a guest before, figuring better safe than sorry.

So what makes her so special? So different?

She looks like your dead girlfriend.

I close my eyes for a moment and shove inside, letting my bike hit the wall with a thud. She gasps and I open my eyes, looking at her as she notices my bloody hands.

“I’m fine,” I reassure her.

My apartment door is the first on the right, where my bike is now leaning. I unlock the door, the flimsy lock easily able to be picked by anyone who really wants to get inside. But when I reach for my bike, I see she’s already got it, wheeling it toward my door.

The door across the hall opens and Abelia glances over, but I don’t need to. I know my nosey ass neighbors are wondering what the hell is with all the noise.

“Come on,” I tell her, holding the door open, and she walks under my arm.

I stare at the old lady across the hall who peers out. Her eyes narrow at the sight of Abelia entering my apartment.

I want to flip this old bitch the bird but instead, I smile and shut the door behind us.

There’s not a lot of furniture, and the exposed brick wall looks more like laziness on my landlord’s part than aesthetically pleasing. But I don’t give a shit. I like the place because there isn’t a lot of traffic and for the most part, people leave me the fuck alone.

I have two chairs and a small table in the corner, near the kitchen area. I’d only have one chair if the person at the store hadn’t said they could only be sold as a set.

There’s an old radio on the kitchen counter and a mattress on the floor in my bedroom.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” I tell her lamely, my hand on the back of my neck as I look around.

She looks soft and clean, except for the dirt on her knees. She stands out, and she doesn’t belong here.

She doesn’t belong here with me.

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