It was finally Wednesday night, thought Sophie as she pulled her tight red dress over her hips, this party is FINALLY going to fulfill my need for adventure!
She could barely hold in her excitement as she slipped on her black high heels and her new leather jacket. Looking at her slim figure in the mirror, “This is going to be something I’ll never forget, so I better look my best,” she said.
Gazing into the contents of her makeup box, she threw out one color after another, “Which lipstick should I wear?” she said, “I know. The red one!”
Without taking her eyes off the rest of her body, she slid the bright red stick over her lips, finishing with a few blots from a tissue. She admired her body, looking at herself from the front, side, and back, …show more content…
The neighbor that lived in apartment #9 was one of the vilest and most disgusting individuals that lived in the complex. His name was John, but Sophie only knew him by the nickname Dickhead. Because of Dickhead, Sophie had not slept well for the last 2 weeks due to his incessant yelling, pounding, and fucking. He also had a habit of cat-calling her and all the other women who lived on her floor. Although he was particularly colorful when directing his attention towards her, and often smacked her ass as she walked by him in the hallway. Not only that, but he often smelled of booze, cigarettes, and some other distinct, but unknown scent. He always wearing his classy, sweat stained wife-beater tank-top, shredded jeans, and mud covered …show more content…
“Hey hot fuck, wanna come on inside and have a good time with me?” said the man.
Sophie walked by him without making eye contact and not saying a single thing. The man reached out and smacked her ass with one hand while grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him with the other.
“Owe, you fucking dirt bag! Get the fuck off of me!” She screamed as she slapped him in the face.
The man spit on her face, went into his apartment, and slammed the door. Sophie could hear Dickhead cursing to himself about how he would “get back at that bitch” and how she was “an ungrateful little cunt.” She ignored it and kept heading towards the elevator, this was an average interaction between the two of them.
Apartment #12, the one directly across from hers, wasn’t much better. The sounds of wailing infants could be heard at all hours of the night. There was never a time that one could not hear the piercing cries of distraught children; this was mainly due to apartment #7, the one next to Dickhead. The couple that resided in that apartment never stopped fighting, and in fact were fighting at the very moment Sophie walked out her door.
“You goddamn mother fucker! You fuckin did it again!” said the
She could barely hold in her excitement as she slipped on her black high heels and her new leather jacket. Looking at her slim figure in the mirror, “This is going to be something I’ll never forget, so I better look my best,” she said.
Gazing into the contents of her makeup box, she threw out one color after another, “Which lipstick should I wear?” she said, “I know. The red one!”
Without taking her eyes off the rest of her body, she slid the bright red stick over her lips, finishing with a few blots from a tissue. She admired her body, looking at herself from the front, side, and back, …show more content…
The neighbor that lived in apartment #9 was one of the vilest and most disgusting individuals that lived in the complex. His name was John, but Sophie only knew him by the nickname Dickhead. Because of Dickhead, Sophie had not slept well for the last 2 weeks due to his incessant yelling, pounding, and fucking. He also had a habit of cat-calling her and all the other women who lived on her floor. Although he was particularly colorful when directing his attention towards her, and often smacked her ass as she walked by him in the hallway. Not only that, but he often smelled of booze, cigarettes, and some other distinct, but unknown scent. He always wearing his classy, sweat stained wife-beater tank-top, shredded jeans, and mud covered …show more content…
“Hey hot fuck, wanna come on inside and have a good time with me?” said the man.
Sophie walked by him without making eye contact and not saying a single thing. The man reached out and smacked her ass with one hand while grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him with the other.
“Owe, you fucking dirt bag! Get the fuck off of me!” She screamed as she slapped him in the face.
The man spit on her face, went into his apartment, and slammed the door. Sophie could hear Dickhead cursing to himself about how he would “get back at that bitch” and how she was “an ungrateful little cunt.” She ignored it and kept heading towards the elevator, this was an average interaction between the two of them.
Apartment #12, the one directly across from hers, wasn’t much better. The sounds of wailing infants could be heard at all hours of the night. There was never a time that one could not hear the piercing cries of distraught children; this was mainly due to apartment #7, the one next to Dickhead. The couple that resided in that apartment never stopped fighting, and in fact were fighting at the very moment Sophie walked out her door.
“You goddamn mother fucker! You fuckin did it again!” said the