The girl next door

Chapter 18 - Heather

Sighing, I let myself fall onto my sofa and drive through my blond hair with one hand. Finally my mother is gone and I am alone again. After we had a barbecue at my aunt's, she insisted on coming with me to see my apartment. And of course I couldn't say no to that again.

That's why I took her with me and led her through my apartment. She asked me as if I were a real estate agent on a tour of my apartment. But I pulled myself together as well as I could. Admittedly, however, I am now glad that she is gone again. However, I have to say that I am really relieved because we at least managed not to meet Sebastian in the hallway. I wouldn't have wanted to explain to her who that was and what kind of relationship I had with him. Especially since I don't even know the latter myself.

After a few minutes I get up again and go into my bathroom. That's exactly what I need now: a refreshing shower. The whole day the sun burned down on the city, so that I am grateful afterwards to have thought this morning of applying some cream. But now I can't wait to wash off the sunscreen. I have never liked the feeling of white sun protection on my skin.

So I wipe off my clothes and drop them on the floor before pushing the shower curtain to the side. Then I turn on the tap and hold my hand under it to adjust to the right temperature. Then I get into my shower tray.

The hot water moistens my hair and runs down my body. I close my eyes with relish and just enjoy the feeling. I have always been a hot shower girl and I will probably never be able to just jump in the shower for a short time.

Sometime I make myself to it with closed eyes on the bathtub edge herumzutasten. But I don't find the shampoo I'm looking for there. That's why I bend over a little to reach into the basket where I suspect the plastic bottle. I take a step forward and step right into the small puddle of green shower gel, which I accidentally spilled there before. Then I slipped out and landed on the hard bottom of the tub before I can remember.

When a painful crackling sounds, I open my eyes. The shock keeps me on the spot for a moment, while my heart hammers faster against my chest. For a moment I feel nothing as the shock protects me, but then the pain spread to my left shoulder and upper arm. With all my might I tried to hide it, but that's easier said than done. "s**t', I curse loudly to myself and try to sit up correctly with my right arm. But as soon as I move my arm a little, a wave of pain starts to wince through me. Why does this always have to happen to me?

I quickly turn off the water and move the curtain to the side to look around in the bathroom. I can't stand up alone anymore. That's for sure. So I stretch out my uninjured arm a bit and try to reach for a towel that lies on the floor. After a few unsuccessful attempts I manage to grab the white towel. Quickly I cover my body and feel for my mobile phone. Somebody has to help me, otherwise I can't get away from here anymore.

So I scroll through my contacts to look for someone who might be able to help me. I stay with Ava for a while, but then I go on, because she doesn't live near me and could therefore certainly take a long time to get here.

That's why I keep looking and get stuck with Sebastian. Although I press on the contact, I hesitate. He would be here quickly if I called him now. But would he come at all?

After a short consideration I decide that I have to try. I don't have any other choice anyway. I also consider him honourable enough not to just leave me in the play when I ask him for help.

So I decide, albeit reluctantly, to write it down and my, still a little wet, fingers leave damp stains on the lower part of the display where the keyboard is located.

As soon as I've finished and sent the message, I put my phone away safely. Now I can only wait. Nevertheless, I try to stand up again, but fail again, as a slight wave of pain jerks through me as soon as I move my shoulder or strain my arm. Now I have to be able to count on my neighbours, otherwise I have a real problem.