As soon as I enter the apartment, I lock the door, clenching my chest. My breath comes out in puffs. No doubt, if Tad is stalking me, it’s not from curiosity. He plans to finish me off.
I drag in a large dose of oxygen. I’m safe now. My erratic pulse has lessened. Beer comes to mind. It would settle my nerves. Sometimes Jeff keeps it.
I look in the fridge and spot three. I don’t think one will hurt me. I grab the long neck Bud and pop the top. I throw my neck back and turn the bottle upside and take a long swig. Its soothing chill slides down my throat.
Before I know it, I’ve finished the bottle. I want a second, but one is enough. Self-control is the key. In any event, getting Jeff riled is off-limits. I toss the bottle in the trash and grab a Coke. Just the perfect combination: caffei
