That's Not My Neighbor Francis Novels & Stories

I asked him. “I just wanted to ask you why you hate your sister so much?” “Step sister. I hate her so much because she always get in my way ever since we were small.” “Alright, Diana. That's what I wanted to know.” “Seriously? You called me just for that?” “Yes. Take care Diana.” He said walking off. Francis came out. “What was that all about?” He asked me. “I have no idea.”I told me. After that, Francis left me and went home while I went home. I kept thinking to myself, What did be really want? He couldn't have called me all the way just to ask me that question.

I sent a smiley face emoji, thinking to myself that Robert was a pretty great guy. Over the next few days, Robert and I visited the neighbors to collect evidence for the court. After that, all we could do was wait for the trial. The evening before the trial, there was a loud knock at my door. I opened it to find an angry-looking, burly stranger. He glared at me, asking, "So you're the one who's been messing with my mom?"

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

I furrowed my brows and looked at the neighboring house where the voice came from, but quickly averted my gaze when I saw him. He's smirking towards me. He's sweaty, topless, wearing red jersey shorts and matching basketball shoes. He looks like he just finished playing basketball. Anyway, he's Ero Martin, my handsome, sexy new neighbor. He moved in next to my house last week. We're not close because he seems arrogant, and all he brings is trouble. In the past week since he moved in, I've seen different women going in and out of his house.

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

“That was before, until he found his true love.” "What do you mean?” “He’d got a one night stand with a stranger and until now, he’s still looking for her, but I think he already knew who she was. He was just collecting evidences.” “Oh, that was fun!” he laughed showing his perfect white teeth. “Indeed,” and we laughed together but I froze when I remembered something. “Is it true that Brittany is living with you in your mansion?” “Yeah, she tried to seduce me one night.” he shrugged his shoulders.

He hoped Irene would come down and join him like she used to, the last thing he wants is last night putting an end to their friendship or whatever it is now after last night. Francis looked at the stairs and when he didn’t see her, he became worried; he stopped chopping the vegetable and walked to the sink to wash his hands. He dried his hands on the apron he was wearing before taking it off. Turning off the cooker, he left the kitchen and went up the stairs. He stopped before a door and without knocking; he pushed open the door and went in. Irene sat up on the bed when she saw him, “what are you doing here?” she barked.

The next morning, I was practically dragged to the bank by my parents. Along the way, Mom kept pressing me impatiently. “Harper, hasn’t the money from your friend come through yet?” “I’ve asked. They said to wait a little bit longer.” I gave a perfunctory answer while my mind was thinking of a way to excuse myself later. “That’s all you say!” Dad snapped, glaring at me. “We’ve been waiting since yesterday. What exactly have you gotten? What kind of friends do you even have? Don’t tell me they’re not willing to lend you the money and you’re just being played!”

“It’s not a big deal, Kathy! You’ll come back to school after a short break, and with me by your side, nobody on this campus will ever dare say a single word to your face again! I have power here, my family has power, I can protect you!” “I don't want your protection! I want the truth!” I yelled, my vision turning completely red. The frustration inside my brain finally snapped, and I started wildly throwing out names, listing every single person who had ever stepped foot into his life. “Who else could have stolen the file from you, Damon?! Was it Marcus? Did Marcus take your phone while you were drunk?! Was it Leo? Was it one of your idiot fraternity brothers?! Was it Hailey…”

Outside the window were thousands of glowing lights, but not one of them belonged to me. However, I wasn’t afraid. Because I knew I was my own home now. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Mom. [Freya, Happy New Year. I miss you.] I stared at the screen for a few seconds before replying, [Happy New Year.] Then I put my phone down and continued drinking with Nancy. By the time fireworks exploded outside the window, Nancy was already passed out drunk. I draped a coat over her shoulders and stood alone by the window.