I prefer AO3, so If you want to read my story there, I will probably update quicker then I do here. MelanieMia is my name on there and on Tumblr
I don't own anything except my OC. Enjoy
He shouldn't have been surprised by the empty fridge, but he always was. He had barely been home in the past two weeks and now that he was, all he wanted to do was eat and sleep for as long as his body would allow. He couldn't remember being this exhausted in a long time. He shut the offending fridge, leaving a red mark on the handle. He crossed the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink, the basin filling with red for a full minute before his hands were finally free of the thick, red blood and only slightly stained and raw. He wasted no time in grabbing his phone to order himself some food from the Thai place down the street before hopping in the shower. He braced his hands against the wall to keep himself standing as the hot water beat down on his aching back. It had been a long day; worse then all the others. He was no saint but he liked to keep his hands as clean as he could when it came to the bad shit. But this was unavoidable. And he couldn't let a rotten egg spoil the whole bunch. So he handled it, like he had to do a few times in the past.
He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He threw on a pair of athletic shorts and a black t shirt before drying his hair with the towel. When there was a knock at his door, he grabbed his wallet off the kitchen island, ready to pay the delivery guy. But when he threw the front door open, he was surprised to see a very pregnant, very worried young woman. And she wasn't holding any food in her hands.
"Can I help you, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning against the door frame and regarding her cautiously. He didn't know this woman, and the fewer people who knew where he lived, the better.
"This is gonna sound crazy since you don't know me but I live in the apartment right next to yours and it got broken into today while I was at work." she spoke so fast that he was immediately disarmed by her. She was obviously nervous, and wanted to be anywhere but standing here in front of a strange man she didn't know.
"You wanna wait in here until the cops come or somethin?" he asked, still wondering what she was doing here and growing more impatient by the minute. He still wanted nothing more then food and to collapse into bed.
"No, see I can't call the cops." she said vaguely, making no indication that she was going to give him anymore information then that. "Just wondering if you had a baseball bat I could borrow for a few minutes."
His eyes flashed a bit at this as he raised an eyebrow in response. He had pegged this girl all wrong, that much was becoming very clear.
"Sure do." he smirked, grabbing his wooden bat from its place against the table directly to his right. He tossed it at her suddenly, surprised by her once again when she caught it without missing a beat. This girl may look the part of an innocent, unsullied, young woman but there was more to her then that. It took no more then the two minutes they had spoken for Rio to figure that out. She was a full head shorter then him and her hair was the same chocolate brown as her eyes. It looked like it had started off in a ponytail at the beginning of the day but by now, the day almost over at close to midnight, more of her hair was down by her shoulders then up in the elastic band.
"Thanks neighbor." she said, slinging the bat over her right shoulder before heading the six feet away from him to her own apartment door. He peered his head out casually to see her use the bat to push her broken door in and walk inside.
He shook his head before shutting the door with a smirk.
He should really give more thought into moving.
This is just a short start to my story. The updates will all be much longer then this, don't worry
Let me know what you think xoxo