Complicated Lovers Book 1: Jan

Chapter 6

Back to now: I am here in someone else’s apartment. Trying to figure out what happened. I sat there in silence, deep in thought, until my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. I panicked and scrambled to find my clothes. Nope, not even my phone or my wallet. I saw a shirt and a pair of pants in the closet. The sound of keys and footsteps was heard in the outer room from me. I silently made my way to the door. The sound of the phone ringing nearly sent me through the roof. I leaned against the door to listen. I heard a foreign language talking. I began to panic. I didn’t know anyone who didn’t speak any other language except English or Spanish.

That meant that the following: One, this was a stranger that I have no clue where or what they were doing here. Two, this person might have stolen my wallet plus my phone, and I don’t know why. Thirdly, this person stole my clothes and who knows what else in my drunken delirium. Now for the facts. I am in danger, and I need to get the hell out. First things first, find out who this is and get my stuff back. Then call the cops because I may have been attacked in my state.

I mustered the courage and opened the door quietly. I exited out and looked around. The person talking, I assume a man because of the sound of their voice. He must have gone to the bathroom or somewhere in the apartment. What an apartment! It was a luxurious penthouse with expensive furniture and paintings. I found my wallet on the kitchen bar counter. As well as my house keys. Nothing was missing or stolen. I found my phone on the charger. Now I am completely confused. Did I invite myself over to someone’s house drunk? Am I truly becoming my mother?!

I angrily grabbed my stuff and ran back into the room. I quickly changed and looked through my phone. I called my workplace, three hours ago. I missed one phone call; it must have been Rachel. Or Mother was pissed that I left her alone with her new boyfriend. So, I called the number back immediately. It was Rachel. She was worried about me not coming over for breakfast. I explained everything as I made my way over to the front door. I heard the bathroom door open. I made a quick exit. I went down the elevator to the front desk. The woman smiled and I asked her to call a cab. She smiled and spoke of a cab that had already been ordered. I asked by whom and all she said was “Mr. Klaus”. I nodded and left. Now I had part of a name, Klaus. I got in the cab and returned to my house. I also got the apartment building address.