Bad Days

Lisa Pov ;

I pulled the hood of my jacket, hiding my face there. The crowd in front of me since the past week has not diminished, on the contrary, has increased. Cameras and microphones in their hands are ready to catch their target at any time. I exhale, I swear this is the last time I'm out of the house.

The grocery bag filled my hands. I walked with my head down, my hair falling forward, covering my face. They didn't realize that someone they had been waiting for a week to appear had just passed behind them. One or two of them watched me briefly, until I reached the apartment lobby door. Whoops!

Correct! I'm the one they've been waiting for in the front yard of the apartment since a week ago. Either they got the address where I live, or maybe after Jessy's wedding at that time someone followed me.

Yeah, and that's also true! Because Dave kissed me in the middle of the dance party on Jessy's wedding night, it put me on the front page of the headlines the next morning. I don't know if a Dave is so famous that the media is so attracted to the woman in his arms that night. Ridiculous news headlines kept popping up non-stop.

"WJ GROUP'S CEO LOOKED IN FRIENDLY AT THE DANCE PARTY AT AN EVENT..."

"DAVE WILLIAM'S LITTLE LOVERS EXPOSED..."

"WJ GROUP LEADER'S WEDDING RUMOR…."

Jane calls me every day, asking if I'm okay. Andrea even asked me to stay at the Wilson residence until the media died down. Jessy and Dalen are out of the country on their honeymoon. I politely declined Jane and Andrea's offer, not wanting to be a bother.

I opened the window blinds, saw the reporters who were still faithfully waiting down there. They'd be wasting their time there, really. I don't intend to go out of the house from today onwards, they must be bored too, right?

But I was wrong. The reporters were more persistent than I imagined. They started asking every other occupant of the apartment, making them uncomfortable. This continued for the next two days. Until the other residents who then came to me.

TOK!

TOK!

TOK!

I sighed in annoyance, turning off the television. I opened the door, a husband and wife in their fifties were standing there, looking at me annoyed. Like the previous residents, they also came to me, complaining of irritation because the reporters below kept following them when they went out shopping, took an afternoon walk or ran in the morning.

I closed the door, letting out a shaky breath. I'm annoyed too, not just them. I can't even write since three days ago, my brain is stuck, no inspiration.

My editor has sent a lot of emails, warning. As a writer, working with the editor in charge is a must. In the employment contract it says there is no day off in sending our writings, or the contract can be canceled for many reasons. At the very least, there is no incoming salary.

I threw myself on the bed, staring up at the purple sky. The little stars that I stuck to the ceiling gleamed in the reflection of the sun.

TING !

I poked my phone in my pants, messages came in. From an unknown number. I put it again on the mattress, not interested in seeing the contents of the message.

Drrt…

Drrt…

Drrt…

This time the call came, from the number that sent the message, an unknown number. I just saw how my phone kept vibrating, not intending to answer, until the call ended.

TING!

TING!

TING!

I started to get annoyed, in a bad mood with calls and messages from strangers. I took the phone in annoyance, opening the incoming message.

I jumped in surprise. Tossed my phone on the fur rug on the floor. I hope I saw it wrong, really. I approached my cell phone which was still on there, hesitant to look at it again.

"Lily"

One missed call

"Lili answered my call"

"Lisa Redriguez"

"I told you before, you won't be able to run from me anymore. Your only option right now is to be by my side as William's mistress!"

Dave is crazy. I'm not a woman you can get easily!

TING !

I almost jumped again, the incoming messages now seem to be starting to scare me. Crazy Dave made me watch my phone. But it wasn't from Dave, a message more terrifying than Dave's. Message from the editor.

I put down my phone slowly, what's with my bad luck coming in a row?

TING!

Message came in again, a nominal amount of money entered my account, compensation for contract cancellation. Navile, my editor said I couldn't continue the collaboration anymore due to several factors. The company has also changed hands, the new leader is very firm, doesn't want a writer who skips writing for a few days at his company. Oh poor me.

I woke up in the afternoon, the sun was almost setting in the west end. I opened the window blinds, the reporters down there were still waiting faithfully. Leave them alone, I don't care anymore if they catch me, or the neighbors knocking on the door again and again, I'll just let them go.

I opened my laptop, typed some websites, looking for a job. Although the previous compensation was quite a lot, but I also need more money for survival in the future. Around seven platforms, at least one of them still accepts a little writer like me right?

TOK!

TOK!

Someone knocked on the door outside. Oh, are the reporters bothering even more residents? I stepped up annoyed, opened the door.

A man in a light blue shirt with a black bag in his right hand. I meet him two years ago, real estate agent. I remember the date now, he shouldn't have come to ask for rent, right? There's still one year left before my next payment.

"Sorry Miss Redriguez, you have to get out of this house in three days. This house has a new owner, offering ten times the price you paid. For compensation and refunds in the past year, will be sent to your account number. Please cooperate! I can't linger, I still have to work. The new landlord insists you to leave in the next three days, thank you.

If you need a new house, contact me Miss Redriguez. Thank you and good afternoon! " The man turned around, leaving me standing in the doorway pensive, still digesting. I closed the door, walked over to the couch, slept on it. Really, the most annoying day of my life seems to fall on today. What's up with the new company leader? Also with the new home owner?

They just have more money than me. Can take my stuff very easily. Oh, I'm starting to hate the rich. I'm a calm Lisa, don't care about many things, let the noisy world outside stay noisy, while I'm with my world just sitting at home typing words into paragraphs every day. Exploring the outside world from mobile phones, making friends with other fans who love Kpop idol stars, seeing the colors of life through Korean dramas. I never feel guilty for my misfortune at this time.

My only fault, was meeting Dave William. A mad man with a killing aura.