She Gets Me | #DarkRomance | RomePi™

֍1: Just Another Day֍ 📋

~TORREN~

Of all the people living in the city, I had to be the lucky fool to live next door to a sadistic bastard who appears to enjoy his sick twisted game of cat-n-mouse he utilized as a tool to torture me at day in and day out.

Yesterday it was my mail. Today, the damn elevator.

That asshole peered right at me with a stupid little shit-eating grin on his contemptuously smug face. He pressed the elevator button closing it just as I was within arm's reach of halting the door. I swear he feasted gloriously on the look of contempt I held just for him. With my nose scrunched up, I hurled daggers right back at him in response to his lack of maturity. Not only had I witnessed the fake innocence put on display for the other riders, but I also briefly caught a glimpse of a shift revealing the creep behind the smirk.

Those bright green eyes screamed that no one would account for my absence even though we were all going in the same direction.

For crying out loud, there were only three other people in there with him. Not even one person bothered to look up to confirm if I would be joining them or not.

On a typical morning, everyone started their day around the same time. We also reached the elevator within seconds of one another. Most of us rode the train to the same building in downtown Dallas.

I swear to god, well—I shouldn't swear. If only I could somehow get my hands on that jerk, I would give him a swift kick in his good-for-nothing rear end.

As much as I would love to get his ass, there's no doubt in my mind, he would take the beating just to have a reason to call the police on me. Therefore, I can dream all I want, but the violence is never gonna happen.

The idea of jail doesn't work for me.

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(3rd PERSON-POV)
~TORREN~

Her mind zoomed around the same loop she found herself in every single day.

By now, her thoughts should've been knee-deep in work, not recounting the troublesome behavior of the neighbor in 619B.

In the two years since she moved into the building, somehow, Torren managed to become undeniable enemies with him.

Grinding her teeth and twirling hair were surefire signs that her body was present, but her thoughts were far away.

Those who knew her well enough would easily identify the outward signs of her agitated preoccupations. If her bestie was there, she would know exactly how to drag Torren out of her own head.

In Torren's limited number of years, she was unable to recall one single person who made her skin crawl until she met the fiend across the hall.

Though she worked with an unrealistic number of annoyingly selfish individuals on any given day, she was hard-pressed to pick a time when she desperately prayed for just one chance to choke the breath right out of any other person.

Whenever there was an encounter between the two of them, her day descended into a sulfurous hell-like existence from which there was no return. It was often far too difficult to regain herself because nothing seemed to work out right for the rest of that day.

Not only was the torment felt in her office, but it also extended to the lower-level food court. She even went as far as changing her lunch schedule to avoid that jerk, but that proved to be a futile exercise since they often ran into each other most days.

Every time she went down to grab a bite to eat, he would magically appear within a matter of minutes.

His presence at every turn convinced her that not only was he a creep, but he also exhibited stalker-like tendencies. She had a feeling he was intentionally bumping into her for the pleasure of getting under her skin.