Rock'n Tapestries by Shari Copell

Author:Shari Copell [Copell, Shari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-22T23:00:00+00:00

It was three o’clock in the morning by the time I got to my apartment building. I strolled down the hall, stopped in front of my door, and went to stick the key in the lock, when a funny thing happened.

The door swung open.

I stood for a second, blinking into the darkness. I couldn’t hear anything besides the air-conditioning/heating unit out in the alley humming away.

Pittsburgh is a big city with its share of crime, but my apartment wasn’t located in one of those high-crime areas. My initial reaction was that I simply hadn’t pulled the door closed all the way. It stuck sometimes, and I was still getting used to it.

I pushed the door open slowly. It squeaked in protest. “Who’s there?” I called, just to be safe. I regretted not leaving a light on for myself, but the bulb over the kitchen sink had burnt out and I hadn’t had time to get another one.

The refrigerator was running. It didn’t look as though anything had been ransacked. In the little bit of the apartment I could see in the moonlight coming through the kitchen window, everything looked normal.

My nerves settled. I just hadn’t pulled the door shut tight enough. Don’t do that again!

Stepping through the door, I kicked my shoes off and turned around to close it, giving it a hard shove this time. I locked it and secured the sliding chain lock in place.

It was the usual nightly routine—drop the purse on the table, grab my cordless phone from the dock in the kitchen, and go through the living room into my bedroom.

“Chelsea.” A soft voice sounded from the couch. I just about shit my pants right where I stood.

“Who’s there? Who are you?”

“Have you forgotten me already? It’s your old pal, Scott Dreyfus.” As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see him, or his outline to be more precise, sitting on my couch in the shadows.

I can’t even begin to tell you the thoughts that went through my head at that point. I knew he wasn’t there for anything good, but I couldn’t move.

“What are you doing here, Scott?”

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. I’m going to turn around and leave. I am going to drive around the neighborhood, and you are going to be gone when I get back.” I tried to sound firm, but I thought I was going to puke.

“You aren’t going anywhere, Chelsea.”

Now I’m not a big gun enthusiast, but I know the sound of the hammer being pulled back on a pistol when I hear it. I heard it then.

Jesus Fucking Christ on a pogo stick!

I started to shake so badly I don’t know how I remained upright. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I got thrown out of my house. Did you know that? My fucking old man threw me out. All because a couple of stinking cunts couldn’t keep their mouths shut.”

My mouth was shut now, so dry I couldn’t speak.

“Did you lock the door?” His voice was calm, smooth, the tone of a viper about to strike.

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