Three's a Crowd

SCREAMS!!! Entry 12/29/19
Theme: IN RETROSPECT, TAKING ON A THIRD ROOMMATE WAS NOT THE BEST IDEA
500 words

"It's just for a few days!"

"Okay, Jill, but Trevor needs to be gone within the week. I'm not good with having a third roommate long term--especially not a guy!"

That afternoon, I met him. Dark hair, patchy stubble, and dark circles sat under bloodshot eyes. If I had the opportunity to choose anyone at all to be my third roommate, he would be my last choice.

He gave me a lecherous grin and winked. Ew. So gross. This is why I didn't want a guy in my place!

As Jill walked with a load of his possessions, I shot her a dirty look. She shrugged with the box in her hands, looking vaguely apologetic.

I stormed off to my bedroom and fumed. I had a condition, and I wasn't supposed to allow myself to become overly agitated. This guy, this disturbance in my normal routine, was raising my blood pressure too high. I took a pill to calm down.

That evening, I plopped down on the couch to watch television, but Trevor was already sitting there, watching some weird horror movie. I could feel my blood pressure rise a notch. I tried to watch it, but it was making me uneasy. My heart was again pumping faster than was good for my health.

I shot a surreptitious glance to Trevor, and I saw his eyes on me rather than his awful movie. Damn Jill and her wandering-eyed guy friends! I felt the blood pounding in my temples as I imagined his dark, beady eyes poring over my body. Why had I agreed to this? Even a few days was too many...

Disturbed beyond my ability to take it any more, I stormed off again to my room, firing a furious glare at Trevor on the way. I slammed the door hard enough to knock a vase off my shelf and send shards of warped glass skittering all over the floor. I fell to my bed and tried to relax.

As I breathed deeply, I heard the creaking of the hardwood floor in the hallway. Was the creep just outside my door? Was he waiting until I fell asleep or something? What was he planning to do to me? I flipped onto my stomach and pulled the pillow over my head, trying to insulate my head from these horrible thoughts. I needed to calm down!

***

I sat in the back of the squad car, scarcely believing what had happened. The flash of the blade, the blood splattering against walls and sheets, the screams, the bodies--it was overwhelming! My heart began to race again; tears welled in my eyes.

The police officer walked over to me and looked through the window, brows furrowed in a look of concern. My wide, terrified eyes met his.

"I told you, officer, it's not my fault. I'm not responsible for their deaths! I have a condition. Jill should never have invited a third roommate into our place!"

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