****NOTE: PLEASE, REMEMBER THIS CHAPTER IS SOLELY FICTION AND NOTHING ELSE.****
I'm not even going to start off with how today was so f*****g annoying. I mean I love children and I would want to have mine too but f**k did they make me hate them today, for just a split second.
Who gives their child gum anyway? After the scraping and the changing of meals because it didn't fit “their taste,” their mom didn't even tip. NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT.
I was finally home, I could eat my leftovers. Probably heat those up before taking a hot bath.
“That's odd.” My locks were broken. Maybe I'm overthinking it.
The state of my apartment welcomed me. My novels on the floor, my fridge thoroughly ransacked. I walked into the room, at least the lock wasn't picked. Someone was definitely in my apartment
