I spent the night going from diner to diner and staying a few hours and moving on. I didn't want anyone kicking me out or calling the cops because I was only buying coffee and taking up space. I was dozing in between coffee refills and trying not to look like a homeless squatter.
I kept looking at my watch and the time crawled by. I read every ad in the paper three times or so and just waited for the time to pass.
Finally, it was 8am and I figured I should try to find this place now just in case I got lost. I flagged down a cab and got in.
"Hi, west 36th and 4th ave, please"
I said to the cabbie. He didn't say a word, he just started driving. The silence was creepy and I saw that he kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I was afraid I might end up in his basement.
I had never been in a cab before and it was pretty much how I imagined. It smelled like fried food and old cigarettes and the music the cabbie was playing wasn't in English. I just sat there and looked out the window, glancing at the cabbie every so often. Every time I did, he was looking at me in the rearview window. I couldn't wait to get to my destination.
We pulled up to a brick building and he just turned around and looked at me, he said nothing. He just stared at me, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his mustache hair was so long that it was hanging over his lips.
I noticed the fare and paid him. I over tipped him, mainly because I didn't want him to pick me up again and remember I was the person who under tipped. Safety first.
I got out and stood in front of the building. It was nicer than the last part of town I was in, but not upscale or anything. A regular building with regular looking people walking by. I felt a sense of relief that I didn't end up at a place where shifty people were sleeping on the steps.
I walked up the cement stairs and saw that there was a buzzer panel. I hesitated at first. I was contemplating turning around. Running down the sidewalk, finding a shelter, but I knew they would find me there. I glanced at the email from Steve and I saw that he mentioned it was apartment 16B. I pushed the button and heard a buzz. My heart jumped and I took a deep breath. I just prayed he wasn't a dirty, old man looking for a girl to take advantage of.
"Yeah?", a voice said through the intercom.
"Uh, yeah, hi. This is Gabe...here for the roommate ad...we emailed.", I responded.
"Oh...okay, yeah, come on up.", he said back to me.
He buzzed me in and the door clicked open. I made my way up the stairs and noticed the apartment numbers were all jumbled up. 2A was next to 11B and some numbers were painted on crudely as if a child did it. It gave me a bad feeling, but I kept walking. I heard a baby crying, a loud stereo playing salsa music, a dog barking.
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Sick as SecretsFanfiction
Gabe was running from her old life. She knew if she didn't, she wouldn't survive much longer. She had secrets and knew she had to hide, but where would she go? How could she be sure they would never find her? Little did she know that she would m...