Skin

Chapter 3

I knocked on my neighbor's open door, "Hello," I called out, "I have the beer." The apartment look like crap. It looked like a hurricane came in here. "I'm coming in," I called out once more slowly putting one foot in front of the other. The atmosphere in the room made you think you were walking into a wolves den. My body shivered at the thought of being eaten by such a beast.

Made me think about the new book. Skin.

Stopping at my track I couldn't help but smile. A story about a beast- like werewolf that fell in love with a witch. A witch he wanted to kill. Yes, that's what I will do. And there will be lots and lots of sex, I couldn't help but devilish laugh at my plan. Who doesn't like a Romeo and Juliet story?

"Leave it on the counter and go," my neighbors said walking across the room picking up a couple chairs off the floor. I couldn't help but be drawn to his muscles. They were huge and his height, six foot five, give or take. He was huge compared to me and don't get me started on his face. I could even see it. His hair was jet black and long as hell. And his beard was long as hell. I wounded what else is long as hell, I thought lifting an eyebrow.

He looked like he could be the missing link. Clothes were wore out, a rip here and there, and his that jelly on his shirt? Narrowing my eyes I watched him for a moment as he cleaned. This man was a mess. No wonder the poor girl ran off, having a man looking like a missing link he must have very rude manners but I sex god in the end. Cough, from what I hear through the walls.

"Sorry kid but this is MY beer and I'm going to drink." I said placing it on the counter like I was told. "Need help," I offered picking a few pictures frames off the floor in front of my feet.

"No," he said roughly. I didn't hear him walk towards me, but he placed his large hand on my small wrist making me drop the frames. "Drink YOUR beer at home," oh he was angry and it made my body shiver.

Yes. I could use this for my book. I need more of this.

He violently pushed me hand away, making me stumble backwards. He quickly bent don't to pick up the picture frames. Narrowing my eyes at the wall behind him, I didn't expect that. So he was violent but he didn't hit me. I wonder. What if I based my character on him, he's perfect. If only he shaved and got a haircut. Just so I can see his face. I'm going to have to imagine what it looks like under all that caveman hair.

Lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that he never got up. Glancing downwards, I saw him hesitating to pick up a frame. What is he doing? This picture was of a little boy and a young woman. A mother and child. Both smiling and warring coats, they had been at the zoo because of the elephant in the back ground. It looked to have been really old. No it was old because there a date in the corner of the picture. 1998.

My eyes widen when I saw his hand shake into a fist as little rain droplets fell on the picture frame. Inhaling, without thinking I got down on my knees and hugged this giant man. So even a giant caveman can cry. Unexpectedly he gripped my arms and pulled me in closer. Slowly his hands moved up my arms to my shoulder and to my back, pulling my in to a much more closer hug. I had to dodge the picture frame from not crushing it with my knee trying to keep my balance. The poor man had his face covered in my chest as he cried.

What the hell is happening tonight? Rubbing his back all I could say that everything was okay. "You know, I know how it feels," I said, "And I don't think she would want you to be like this. You must be strong, for her."

I know I say this a lot but boy this man was doing things I didn't understand and yet it was understandable. "Get out!" he yelled.

I could help but smile. This was a first time in a long time since I felt like this. This excitement. He is perfect for my book. A strong man, who's scary but has a gently and fragile side. "You know, my dad told me once. 'Never drink alone when you're sad. You'll end up falling somewhere and there will be no one to save you when you fall.' But he said that when he was drunk." I got up, pick the picture frames up and putting them on the counter. I then grabbed a beer and handed it to my new neighbor.

He got up, never letting his eyes leave mine. And for once today I could see them. They were a nice golden brown color. There was nothing special about them. I should have known that a giant man wouldn't have exotic blue eyes or maybe green.

"One beer," he said taking it from out of my hand.

Sorry for the late update, reason why is on my news feed. If you like the story Skin vote, comment let me know. I won't to thank  @jayjay_bg05  for messaging to me about this book and wanting more. I started to think coming up with this story was a bad idea but you made me the opposite. Sorry I broke my promise, I normally don't brake them but a lot has been happening.

Thank you for reading everyone!