Chapter 3

           Kimberly Pov

I don't say anything as I watch him leave out the door. I let out a sigh, looking down at my dirty ripped clothes. Why does one bad thing after another keep happening to me? It seems like trouble finds me wherever I go. 

I came here to get away from my psycho ex, only to run into more trouble ten minutes after arriving in this city. Now I'm staying with a complete stranger. It was either that or live on the streets until I figured something out.

I don't know anything about this guy. For all I know he could be a damn psycho too. It's hard to get a read on him with the I don't care attitude he has. Being a psychology major, I start to look around the nice condo, trying to find something that will tell me anything about this guy. It's clear that this guy has money from his nice car and this nice place. But if I saw him on the streets somewhere, I probably wouldn't think he was rich from his rough looks.

I start to walk around the condo, wondering who this guy is. There's nothing laying around. No pictures or anything. I don't even know this guy's name. I stop at this door that I'm guessing is his room and twist the knob, but stop when I remember what he said. Stay out his way and stay out of his business. I think about it for a second, trying to decide if I should search his room to see who he is. After a minute or so, I let the knob go, not wanting to cause problems. Whoever he is, he was nice enough to let me stay here, so the least I can do is respect his rules.

I just need to find a job so I can pay for a hotel until I'm able to rent a cheap apartment. I look at the credit card in my hand, not wanting this guy's money, but he's right, I may not want it but I do need it right now. I'm hoping he's not some sicko who expects me to pay him back with sex.

I take my phone out and look up the taxi number for this city.

After calling the taxi I head out front to wait. When the taxi pulls up I get in and tell the guy to take me downtown to the clothing store. 

I look out the window as the guy drive, trying to memorize the streets so I can know how to get around this city.

I let out a sigh, resting the side of my head up against the window, hoping things will get better for me. I just want things to go back to the way they were before I started dating that fucking psycho.

Once we get downtown the driver pulls over and hands me the credit card reader. I swipe the guy's card paying for the ride. I get out of the taxi and look around at all the people walking. I can feel my paranoia starting to bubble up in the pit of my stomach. I don't know how, but my psycho ex has managed to find me twice already. Maybe he got someone following me and telling him where I'm at. I don't know, but now I get paranoid around crowds, thinking that someone is watching me or he's around the corner somewhere.

I let out a sigh. Everything was fine just a few months ago until I started dating Monty the fucking psycho. He seemed like a really good guy at first, but after about a month of us dating, he starts to get jealous when I would hang out with my guy friends. 

At first, I thought it was kinda cute, but it started to get worse with him thinking my best friend Charlie had feelings for me, so after a while, I broke up with him. But his psycho mind leads him to believe that I broke up with him to be with Charlie. He beat Charlie up, telling him to stay away from me. I honestly didn't think people were really psycho stalkers. I thought things like that only happened in the crazy lifetime movies I watch, but I guess I was wrong. The psycho ones really do start off all nice and sweet, then boom, the crazy comes out.

I thought getting a restraining order on Monty would solve everything, but he would still show up at my job, waiting in the parking lot for me to get off. He would corner me in the parking lot, grabbing me, trying to force me to talk to him.

After he continued to break the restraining order every day, I reported it to the police, hoping they would lock him away or get him some help because he clearly needs it, but nothing ever happened. 

He started to really scare me and I started to fear for my life. First I moved in with a friend, but he found me there, so I did the only thing I could and packed up and completely left. Things went back to normal for me, spending my timing working and going to school. After a month and a half passed, he popped up at my job out the blue, pissed that I left. He was grabbing me by my arms and hair, slapping me around. He was saying crazy things like if he can't have me then no one will. 

I managed to get away and When I got to my apartment, I quickly packed my bags and took the first bus out that city, and that's how I ended up where I am now.

I look around for a second longer before I start to make my way down the sidewalk, heading towards the clothing store. 

I walk into the store and start to look around. I'm not going to buy much, just enough to get me through a week or two, until I find a job and buy more clothes once I get paid. 

After I get the clothes I need, I take them to the front paying for them. I take my bags and head over to one of the changing room and change out the dirty, ripped clothes that I'm wearing, before leaving the store, heading to another to get a few other things that I'll need.

Once I get everything I need, I leave out the last store, looking around at all the people, checking again to see if anyone's watching me. I take in a slow deep breath, slowly exhaling, trying to push the paranoia away. Telling myself that no one is watching me. I'm starting to feel like a crazy person.

I spot a taxi parked on the side of the street with its taxi light at the top on, letting me know it's empty. I make my way over to the taxi. "Can you take me?" I ask the driver, sitting in the car. He looks over at me, giving me a nod. He pops the trunk, before getting out, taking the bags for my hand, placing them into the trunk.

"Where to?" The driver asks, getting back into the car.

"Can you take me to curry condos." I give him the name of the condo building that the guy is staying in. 

As he starts to drive, I look out the window, taking in the city. 

This seems to be a really busy part of the city. The streets are full of people walking. Some of them seem to be shopping as they carry bags, and others seem to be heading to work, wearing their fancy suits and carrying briefcases, living a normal life.

Just a few months ago I was living a normal life, but now I'm living in fear of my psycho ex. Things haven't felt normal for me for a while now.

Once we get to the condo building, I head inside with my bags. I look around the nice lobby. I could never afford to live in a place like this. I doubt if I could even live on this side of the city, everything is so nice. I wonder what this guy does for a living to be able to afford the nice things he has.

I head into the elevator, going up to his place. 

I walk in and look around to see that he hasn't returned yet. I head into the spare room I'll be using and sit all the bags down, then start to unpack all the bags, putting the clothes into the dresser.

Once I finish I take a seat on the bed and let out a sigh. I doubt things could get any worse for me. 

Hearing my stomach growl, I realize I haven't had anything to eat all day. I leave the room and head into the kitchen, looking around at the damage I did with that fire poker earlier. I thought he was the guy who attacked me. The last thing I remembered was getting attacked, then suddenly I'm waking up in a strange place.

Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through my head when I woke up here. I thought that maybe the guy who attacked me had raped and now kidnap me when I saw that my shirt had been ripped open. Then I start to think that maybe the guy was kidnaping me for Monty. So I found the fire pokers and came in here swinging like a crazy woman. But I guess I was wrong.

I walk over opening the refrigerator after my stomach growl again. I may not know anything about this guy, but from looking into the refrigerator I can see that he really likes his meat. It's loaded with different sausages, bacon, steaks, etc...

I grab the ham out of the refrigerator to make a simple sandwich. He allowed me to stay here, so I'm sure he won't mind me eating a little of his food. 

Once I finish making the sandwich, I put everything back where I got them from and take a seat on one of the stools and start to eat.