Page 6 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

Roman

My jaw was still clenched from when she put the phone down without replying. I switch cameras to see the TV screen. Great! Now she has got me jealous of fucking actors. She was supposed to see the eviction notice and message me—telling me all about her woes.

I message Dante to see if he has picked up her boss yet. The need to expend some energy is too compelling.

Dante: 20:33 Just picked him up. Coming straight over.

I switch the camera back to her sitting on the couch. A feeling of calm washes over me. Watching her relaxed with her feet up on the table. The more she drinks, the higher her little skirt goes.

I pick up my own drink and settle down to watch her. It will be a few hours until Dante gets here. She can enjoy her last few days of freedom.

She will be here soon enough.

Chapter 6

Gia

I leave everything on the kitchen countertop. I can deal with the rest in the morning. The cheese and wine go in the fridge. I needed tonight to unwind. I stretch out my arms and yawn. When I’m walking past the front door on the way to the bathroom. I see the envelope. It’s not addressed to anyone and doesn’t have a postage mark on it. I tear it open and pull out the letter.

Confused, I read through it again to make sure I understood it properly. The nice buzz I had from the wine instantly vanished.

Fucking, unbelievable.

The landlord has sold the entire building. We are all being evicted. Just as well, I have no life and plenty of savings. What a shitty thing to do to people.

I sigh and put the letter on the sideboard. There is nothing I can do other than look for apartments this weekend. With the amount of checks they do, I may as well be applying for a mortgage.

???

“No, mum. I don’t need to come back home. I’ve seen a few apartments that I like. I’d love to be rent-free and work from home, but you live out in the sticks. The internet wouldn’t be enough for my work.”

My parents had me when they were in their late thirties. I love them dearly. They gave me everything I needed yet still prevented me from becoming a spoiled only child. It’s sweet that my mum wants me to come back, but there is no way I could go back to living with them at twenty-seven. It feels too much like failure.

“It’s just a thought, sweetheart. We miss you.”

I laugh at that.

“Mum, you have a more active social life than me. I miss you too. Let me sort this work project and a new place out. I promise I will come and spend some time with you both.”

“Nice of you to remember me, eventually,” my dad shouts from the background.

“You come as a package, Dad. You know that I love you, too.”

“Come and visit us soon, sweetheart,” he grumbled.

“I promise I will. Let me just sort all this out.” I replied back.

“Have you met any nice boys yet? How did it go on that sex app?”

“I do not want to hear this, Patricia,” my dad says in the background. I can tell my mum has taken me off loudspeaker now.

“No one asked you to listen to our girl talk,” my mum snapped back at him.

I love how feisty she is. She was always open with me about sex. Even if I wanted to kill myself at the time, whenever she had her one-sided talks about sex.

“It’s not a sex app, mum.”

It so is a sex app. I had wanted to let loose a little. For the last ten months, I have done nothing but work, sleep and eat. The odd time I had a girly night with Simone. If I didn’t have all this shit going on, I might have been tempted to download Tinder again.

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