Romans & histoires That's Not My Neighbor Francis

The girl replied, breathing deeply, in and out. "I didn't." I muttered. "You don't sound like you didn't." Francis said, scowling at me as he spoke. "I said I didn't!" I stated out aloud, meeting his cold gaze. He snorted, perhaps, seeing through my brave facade that I was actually trembling within. The man scared me to death. Where was Leonard now that I needed him? Where was that grumpy fellow? There was no need of wishing for Jeremy, or even Lyon's presence, they couldn't come here. Their station was in the field. Worse, they couldn't possibly fight against Francis.

What Chelsea did was unforgivable, so he is going to make sure that she gets what she deserves. When Francis opened the door expecting the bank manager, but instead, he found Theo. "Theo?" Francis gasped. He was not expecting to see Theo again. Francis did so many things against the Morrison family, he effectively ruined their years of good bond they shared. He didn't immediately notice the officer's standing behind Theo. But when he did, Francis understood that this is not just a casual visit. "Francis" Theo greeted Francis coldly. Francis moved aside to let them inside.

His eyes burned with frustration, jaw clenched tight enough to crack. "It’s not a prank, I’m serious," Francis insisted, his voice carrying a weight that made something sink in my chest. He wasn’t lying. No man—no sane man, at least, would come banging on someone’s door in the dead of night just to pull a prank. Not unless it was something serious. That thought echoed in my head as I stood behind Cyril, watching the tension stretch across his shoulders like a drawn bowstring. I wanted to believe Francis was joking, that this was all some ridiculous misunderstanding, but a part of me—the part that had learned to expect the worst—already knew better.

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

His uncle stood there, panting, one hand on his belly, glaring like an angry bulldog. “Mr. Murray?” Terry blurted in awe. I stayed silent, listening. They must know Francis by name and not by face. “Thank you both,” Francis said on the other end, his voice low and steady. “We’re leaving. If anyone asks, you didn’t see us.” Just as they turned to leave, another voice…older, rougher and nervous called out. “Mr. Murray!” I straightened. It was Terry's uncle. Francis paused and turned “Yes?”

This little fellow was filled with hostility towards him. However, he felt that he was inexplicably adorable. Even though he was threatened, he did not feel angry at all. “I’m talking to you. Do you hear me?” Dickson snorted and asked, “Um, are you Andrew’s son?” “Hmph!” Francis arrogantly tilted his head to the side. “Why should I tell you?” “Because you don’t look like your father at all.” When Francis heard this, he was a little angry. “Mr. Andrew is not my father! And I’m not his

We all sighed at the same time. To quickly change the topic, Sami asked, "Is he cute?" I laughed, "Kind of. I watched him while he slept." I slid down in my chair in embarrassment. They both gasped, "Sahana! Why would you do that??" Cassia laughed. "I don't know why?? I guess I just wanted to take a closer look to see if I recognized him. H-He said he was my neighbor and that we've passed by each other several times, but I don't recall that ever!!" I replied in a rush being pressurized. Cassia sat back in her chair, "Hmm, yeah you're hella weird." She nodded to herself. I threw my hands up in defeat, "Ugh, whatever."

“I went out to confront them. I was done hiding. I grabbed one of them by the shirt, ready to finally fight back. But then one of them pulled out a gun.” He paused. The air between us grew still. “I didn’t even know where he got it. It was real. Loaded. His eyes looked empty. ‘Let him go,’ he said.” I held my breath. “I did. I let him go. But he didn’t lower the gun. He smirked, squeezed the trigger. The bullet didn’t hit me. It hit someone else. My neighbor, Francis. A kid. Just seventeen. He was taking out the trash.” My heart sank.

“I don’t like being woken up at midnight over something stupid, and then being insulted. So, please, save your apologies and don’t bother me.” I opened my mouth, but the indignation stunned me, and I took a moment to find a response. “Neighbor?” I repeated, incredulously. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re my neighbor. And I’m not interested in having unnecessary conversations with you.” I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, right. Because it’s completely unnecessary to act like a decent person and accept an apology.” He shot me a quick look, raising an eyebrow. “And now I’m the rude one?”