CHAPTER FIVE
For the next few days, Aimee either stayed in her apartment, or went out and away from Scott, she didn't want to talk to him.
Everyday Scott would go across the hall and knock on her door. She would never answer, when he knew she was in there, he would start to bang on the door, "Aim!" he'd yell, "Aimee!", but as I said, she would never answer. He wouldn't use his key, if she didn't want to talk to him then he'd leave her alone.
One day, though, Scott decided to use his key, it had gone on long enough. He went across the hall as usual and slowly unlocked, and opened the door. He stood on the threshold-confused. The apartment was nearly empty. The furniture was all still there but there wasn't as much stuff. He walked into Aimee's room. He opened her closet- the only clothes in it were the ones she didn't wear, the ones she did wear were gone. He looked over to the top of her bureau where there was usually stuff. There was no make-up on it! Wait! He shook his head and made a face-Aimee doesn't wear make-up.
He left the room.
He went into the small living room, consisting of a small couch, and t.v. He sat down, not knowing what to do. The three windows behind the couch poured sunrays into the room. He stood up. He walked behind the couch to face the windows. He peered through the middle one. He looked onto the street, to the sidewalks, to the ilttle shops across the street, and to th..."No..."
*** hello. i am very glad about all the good feedback i've been getting from my readers, so i want to say thank you to them, i'm very glad you like my work, im happy to write it. as you can see this was a very short chapter, but i really wanted to separate this from what's coming next. this story was pretty short, because the next chapter is going to be the last chapter. but, i won't let you down, there will be a sequel, i have one planned and i think you'll like it. i hope you enjoyed this story and i hope you enjoy what's to come next.
For the next few days, Aimee either stayed in her apartment, or went out and away from Scott, she didn't want to talk to him.
Everyday Scott would go across the hall and knock on her door. She would never answer, when he knew she was in there, he would start to bang on the door, "Aim!" he'd yell, "Aimee!", but as I said, she would never answer. He wouldn't use his key, if she didn't want to talk to him then he'd leave her alone.
One day, though, Scott decided to use his key, it had gone on long enough. He went across the hall as usual and slowly unlocked, and opened the door. He stood on the threshold-confused. The apartment was nearly empty. The furniture was all still there but there wasn't as much stuff. He walked into Aimee's room. He opened her closet- the only clothes in it were the ones she didn't wear, the ones she did wear were gone. He looked over to the top of her bureau where there was usually stuff. There was no make-up on it! Wait! He shook his head and made a face-Aimee doesn't wear make-up.
He left the room.
He went into the small living room, consisting of a small couch, and t.v. He sat down, not knowing what to do. The three windows behind the couch poured sunrays into the room. He stood up. He walked behind the couch to face the windows. He peered through the middle one. He looked onto the street, to the sidewalks, to the ilttle shops across the street, and to th..."No..."
*** hello. i am very glad about all the good feedback i've been getting from my readers, so i want to say thank you to them, i'm very glad you like my work, im happy to write it. as you can see this was a very short chapter, but i really wanted to separate this from what's coming next. this story was pretty short, because the next chapter is going to be the last chapter. but, i won't let you down, there will be a sequel, i have one planned and i think you'll like it. i hope you enjoyed this story and i hope you enjoy what's to come next.