CHAPTER 2: WINDOWS

Nat's POV

"Mom!"I yell and rush down the stairs.

"What?" she yells back and I roll my eyes at her even though she can't see me.

"Who's moving in?"I say with a gleam in my eye.

"Who's moving in?" she repeats my question dumbfounded-ly.

"Ugh!"I groan and go back to my room.

This lady is literally oblivious to her surroundings.

With nothing to do, I walk out of my room and am out the door when I hear my father screaming my name. As usual, I ignore him. 

Yes, I also hate my father. 

I hate everyone in my family.

I continue walking towards the front of my house. I turn towards the left and see parcels being unloaded one by one.

Now that no one is answering me, I'll have to find the answers myself. So with that thought in mind, I go towards the door of the house.

I'm trespassing yes but I'm also burning with curiousness. 

As soon as I open the door, a sweet aroma welcomes me and I remember the time when I used to go to my grandmother's and she used to make muffins and cupcakes for me when I was 3.It sucks that she died after 2 years. I was only 5 then and I also lost the only person in my family who actually loved me.

I go inside and see that the house has already been furnished.

This must-have happened when I was still in the hospital recovering from my bruises.

I go further inside and hear voices coming from the room on my left.

I seriously don't want to get caught so I rush out of there but it's already too late.

"Excuse me?" a person calls me out in a very thick Italian accent.

I turn around to see that that person is a guy who must be around my age, a year elder by the most and has a thick built. He is tall and has a frown set on his handsome face.

"What are you doing here?" the guy asks in an arrogant tone.

"I-uh-uh just wanted to say hi to my new neighbor!Welcome!I'm really hoping you'll like this--"

"You can go now," he says and cuts my rambling.

"Most happily, "I say and am about to rush out of the house and into mine when he stops me by putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes?"I ask him and push his hand away from my shoulder.

"You can't leave," he says and folds his arms.

"Why? You just said I could! You know what watch me I am going to walk out of your house right now"I say and turn around to leave but am yet again stopped by that rude guy. At least this time he knew better to not put his hand on my shoulder.

"Not so fast. Sort these out for me" he says and points towards a couple of boxes which lie in front of me.

"And why do you think I'll do that?"I ask him.

He takes out a phone from his pocket and says, "I could call 9-1-1. Trespassing is a serious offense you know."

I gulp in return.

"Would you sort these out for me now then?" he says with a smirk and I nod my head in return.

"That's what I thought," he says and goes back to the room he came from earlier.

Not only is he an asshole but he's also dumb.

Who leaves their house open and ask the trespasser to sort the stuff.

I could be a thief for all he knew.

Or a murderer.

That'd be fun.

I take a glance at the door of his room and see that it's tightly shut.

I tiptoe across the room and am out the door before you could spell T-Y-P-E-W-R-I-T-E-R.

As I am rushing out, I see two more guys enter from the gate.

I pull my baggy T-shirt up to hide my face. They can't see it either way because it's already very dark.

I walk out of there before those two could even steal a glance at me.

I look at the gate of the house and make a face at it.

I wish he could see me now.

I reach the front door of my house and tiptoe across the room and climb the stairs before my parents could notice my presence.

I let out a sigh and sit down on my bed.

Today was tiring.

Until now.

It somehow got really annoying and funny at the same time.

That's weird.

I massage the area near my stomach with my hands.

I have done a lot of workout today which otherwise couldn't have been possible with my fractured ribs.

I get up and open the window of the room. I close my eyes and breath the fresh air.

As I open my eyes, I see a guy standing in a well-lit room. I can see the room because it's literally in front of my window. I look towards the guy and when my eyes meet his I realize it's the asshole from before.

"You!" he screams and I shut the window that instant.

Shit.

"Open your window!"I hear him scream and I cringe.

Reluctantly, I open the window and meet his angry eyes.

"I asked you to sort my stuff!" he screams again.

"Can you stop screaming?"I say and rub my ears.

"What's going on uomo?"A guy enters and asks.

I recognize him from the two guys I saw when I was rushing out of there.

"Nothing. Fatti gli Affari tuoi !" he says to the other guy and that guy leaves with a quick bow.

He's so rude!

He just asked that guy to mind his own business.

"Are you Italian?"I ask him.

"Yes" he says and shuts his window.

I just stand there for a moment and look at the shut window in a bemused way. 

Sighing, I shut my own window too.