Hey people!! I didn't get it up as soon as I had wanted, but oh well. Anyways, I'm sorry to say that I'm going to have to cut this short. Due to, well, life in general, I'm gonna have to take a break and get my other priorities done. So sorry. Maybe you'll hear from me in late May. Thanks for reading and being so great!
The next few days went by easily enough. Amy was getting better control of her powers, making each appointment on time. There was more to her than I thought, though. Each day seemed to bring up a new ability of hers that I myself couldn't begin to understand. Where was all of this energy coming from? Like the demon, Jack, had said, it's "endless." Yet, I couldn't help but feel she was holding back.
We tried making the most of the space we had, which never seemed enough. Mister began hiding each time he saw Amy come through the door for another lesson, knowing there was going to be a lot of noise and tension. And since business was slow, she was able to come everyday. Bob didn't seem to mind, though. Any woman that came into this building was welcomed with open arms.
One afternoon, I sat in my kitchen, finishing up lunch. It was nearly 2 o'clock according to the clock sitting up on the wall in front of me, and I was expecting Amy to come in soon. Mister sat on the table in front of me, staring at me expectantly, wanting a bit of my tuna sandwich. I sighed and offered him some. He licked off the remains as Bob drifted in through the wall to my right.
"Amy coming again?" He drawled.
"Yep."
"She's a little late, isn't she?"
I glanced back up at the clock. It read 1:50. "No. Why'd you say that?"
"That clock has been wrong for weeks, Harry. It's past 2." He said matter-of-factly. "Why don't you call her? Oh wait. You couldn't get a woman's number even if she gave it to you."
I glared at him and stuck my dishes in the sink. I could still feel his proud smile on my back as I walked away and picked up my jacket from the tall coat hanger near the front door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To go get her number." I said, and left. I got in my Jeep and headed to Amy's place. Traffic wasn't bad and I got there within half an hour. I headed up into her building, back up the trashed stair ways, and back to 34B. The door, I noticed, was open by a few inches.
Well, that's never good.
I assumed the worst, and began wishing I had brought my staff, or rod with me. Taking a deep breath, I nudged the door open. It squealed loudly, and finally stopped.
"Yes, I know. I got your letter," a voice shouted from the bedroom. I recognized it as Amy's. "I'll be out by--"
She had come out of the bedroom, still in what seemed to be her pajamas. She was wearing loose sweatpants and a gray tank top. Her hair was pulled into a long braid, and she looked dead tired. She had stopped talking as soon as she saw me.
"Oh. It's just you." she said quietly, in a not so friendly tone, and went off picking up things, trying to make the room more homey.
I looked around her apartment. Boxes were piled up to my right, and everything seemed messy and out of place. I stepped inside, still looking around. I came to the kitchen counter and noticed a ripped envelope and an open letter sitting next to it. Trying not to seem to snoopy, I glanced at her. She was picking up books and putting them in a box, completely ignoring me. I looked down at the letter, and realized what it was.
"You're being evicted?" I asked, knowing I would get in trouble for looking at her personal mail.
She looked at me, and raised an eyebrow. "Gee. You sure do have a secure grasp for the obvious." She said, and slammed the rest of the books into the box. She turned away, and rubbed her face with her hands, trying to remain under control.
I looked down at the letter again. It was dated from about two days ago. She had to be out by tomorrow.
Why wouldn't she tell me about something like this?
There was a light rapping on her door, and someone came in, without bothering to be invited. It was a short, stout, man that seemed to have had to many Twinkies in his lifetime. He had a receding hair line, and a cold look on his face. He walked in without a second glance at me, and went to Amy. Amy's jaw tightened when she saw him. This must be the apartment manager.
"You got my letter?" he growled.
"Yes." Amy replied bitterly, but still trying to keep composed.
"You will be out of here tomorrow." he said, rather as a fact, than a question.
"Yes." she repeated, and started to walk towards him. "Now if you don't mind, I have some packing to do."
She made him get all the way back out the door and into the hallway, but he turned around. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. His gaze went to something behind Amy. His face turned red, suddenly furious.
"You know I don't allow pets in here!!" He yelled, and pointed a large pudgy finger at Duma, who was sitting quietly on the bare floors of Amy's apartment.
Amy closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. She met the manager's furious glare with a cold, angry one of her own.
"Guess who doesn't give a crap?" She yelled back, and with that, she slammed the door in his face, no longer trying to control her frustration.
I could hear the manager's angry remarks as he stopped down the hallway. Amy rested her back up against her door and slid down to the floor, resting her head on her knees. I sat down next to her, and for a while, stayed in silence. Finally, I spoke up.
"Where are you gonna go?"
"I don't know." she replied, her voice muffled by her knees.
I sat there, trying to contemplate a way to help her. I couldn't just let her wander around homeless. I only saw one solution.
"You could come crash at my place for a while."
This time, she looked up. "What? Are you sure it wouldn't be too much for you?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. It'll be... interesting."
