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back to the comfort of my bed, but it starts ringing again. The caller ID shows a number I don’t recognise. I pick it up and place it to my ear, my mouth open and ready to start cussing.
“CAN YOU HEAR THAT?” My hand immediately pulls the phone away from my ear as the sound of heavy metal music fills the receiver, along with an angry sounding male voice. “CAN YOU HEAR ME? BECAUSE I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF!”
“Umm…”
“THREE WEEKS. YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D SORT IT AND IT’S NOT EFFING SORTED!”
“I… what the hell are you talking about?”
Whoever it is falls silent for a moment. “Shit… you’re… you’re not Blackburn.”
“It depends on which Blackburn you need. If you’re looking for Darren, he left yesterday and won’t be back until Sunday.”
“Oh…” he curses under his breath. “Look. My neighbour is… Jesus I can’t fucking concentrate. Can you hear the music?”
“Yes. What property are you in?” I’m only assuming he’s one of Dad’s tenants. My assumptions seem to be correct, though.
“The Mills apartments. Number three.”
“Oooh.” I cringe. “You live next to the bald headed guy with the beefy arms and dodgy tattoos of naked women on his biceps, right?”
“Yes. Is there any chance you can call Darren and get him to sort this?”
I wince. Nothing I’m about to say is going to appease the poor man dealing with this kind of noise at this time. “No, he’s away with my uncle working on a new building project, otherwise I’d call him. Just a second… let me get my mum.”
“You’re just a kid? Fuck… I mean… balls I’m sorry. I keep swearing. It hasn’t been a good day.”
“Hang on, two seconds.” I place the phone on the table and run up the stairs. Only we would have a corded landline in the twenty-first century. I don’t bother knocking before I open the door to my parent’s room. Mum should be alone and she always wears a nightgown. “Mum?” Light spills across the clean, beige and green room after I flick the switch. Unfortunately I come face to face with an empty bed.
Where the hell is she?
“MUM?” I shout, hoping she’s somewhere else in the house whilst I grab my mobile from my bedroom. I call her twice but get no answer. Looks like I’m going to have to deal with this by myself.
Picking up the landline again I place it to my ear. “I’ll be there soon.”
“No, that’s… I’ll just wait for your parents to come back. Don’t leave…”
“If I don’t do something, my dad won’t be happy. This is a family business. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” I hang up and rush to get changed as the phone rings again, no doubt the angry tenant calling back to persuade me to stay. At least mum left the car behind. Thank God.
I really shouldn’t be doing this, but that building is ours and we have other tenants there who are sick of that nobhead’s crap. Luckily he’s on his final warning and I know just what to do to get him to shut up before my dad hopefully evicts him tomorrow.
I park in an empty spot outside of the building and spin the keys around my forefinger as I move towards the well-lit entrance. Using a green fob, I unlock it and wince at the sound of a heavy bass beat echoing through the halls as I step inside. I make my way through another door on the right and pace down the hallway towards apartment number three.
Knocking loud enough for our tenant to hear over the music, I wait patiently as the chain rattles and the door finally clicks open.
My mouth falls open and my heart begins to hammer as my palms sweat.
“Eloise?” He frowns and tilts his head, his eyes widening to match my own. “What are you…? Eloise Blackburn.” Blowing out a breath after laughing a little, he steps into the hall, dressed in only a black vest that shows his delicious arms and muscled chest and black, flannel pyjama bottoms that hang loosely from his hips in a way that should be illegal. I force myself to keep my
“CAN YOU HEAR THAT?” My hand immediately pulls the phone away from my ear as the sound of heavy metal music fills the receiver, along with an angry sounding male voice. “CAN YOU HEAR ME? BECAUSE I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF!”
“Umm…”
“THREE WEEKS. YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D SORT IT AND IT’S NOT EFFING SORTED!”
“I… what the hell are you talking about?”
Whoever it is falls silent for a moment. “Shit… you’re… you’re not Blackburn.”
“It depends on which Blackburn you need. If you’re looking for Darren, he left yesterday and won’t be back until Sunday.”
“Oh…” he curses under his breath. “Look. My neighbour is… Jesus I can’t fucking concentrate. Can you hear the music?”
“Yes. What property are you in?” I’m only assuming he’s one of Dad’s tenants. My assumptions seem to be correct, though.
“The Mills apartments. Number three.”
“Oooh.” I cringe. “You live next to the bald headed guy with the beefy arms and dodgy tattoos of naked women on his biceps, right?”
“Yes. Is there any chance you can call Darren and get him to sort this?”
I wince. Nothing I’m about to say is going to appease the poor man dealing with this kind of noise at this time. “No, he’s away with my uncle working on a new building project, otherwise I’d call him. Just a second… let me get my mum.”
“You’re just a kid? Fuck… I mean… balls I’m sorry. I keep swearing. It hasn’t been a good day.”
“Hang on, two seconds.” I place the phone on the table and run up the stairs. Only we would have a corded landline in the twenty-first century. I don’t bother knocking before I open the door to my parent’s room. Mum should be alone and she always wears a nightgown. “Mum?” Light spills across the clean, beige and green room after I flick the switch. Unfortunately I come face to face with an empty bed.
Where the hell is she?
“MUM?” I shout, hoping she’s somewhere else in the house whilst I grab my mobile from my bedroom. I call her twice but get no answer. Looks like I’m going to have to deal with this by myself.
Picking up the landline again I place it to my ear. “I’ll be there soon.”
“No, that’s… I’ll just wait for your parents to come back. Don’t leave…”
“If I don’t do something, my dad won’t be happy. This is a family business. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” I hang up and rush to get changed as the phone rings again, no doubt the angry tenant calling back to persuade me to stay. At least mum left the car behind. Thank God.
I really shouldn’t be doing this, but that building is ours and we have other tenants there who are sick of that nobhead’s crap. Luckily he’s on his final warning and I know just what to do to get him to shut up before my dad hopefully evicts him tomorrow.
I park in an empty spot outside of the building and spin the keys around my forefinger as I move towards the well-lit entrance. Using a green fob, I unlock it and wince at the sound of a heavy bass beat echoing through the halls as I step inside. I make my way through another door on the right and pace down the hallway towards apartment number three.
Knocking loud enough for our tenant to hear over the music, I wait patiently as the chain rattles and the door finally clicks open.
My mouth falls open and my heart begins to hammer as my palms sweat.
“Eloise?” He frowns and tilts his head, his eyes widening to match my own. “What are you…? Eloise Blackburn.” Blowing out a breath after laughing a little, he steps into the hall, dressed in only a black vest that shows his delicious arms and muscled chest and black, flannel pyjama bottoms that hang loosely from his hips in a way that should be illegal. I force myself to keep my
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