The Stranger

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Chapter 2

~1 week ago~

Another boring day at work sat behind a computer listening to people complain about the houses they lived in. It wasn’t my fault the landlords weren’t sending anyone to fix a broken door handle but why would the tenant listen to me?

I was always in the wrong, of course.

My eyes kept drifting to the clock waiting for 5 o’clock to hit. It had been a long day and I just wanted to go home and put my feet up with a glass of wine and curry.

My job wasn’t terrible but it wasn’t great. Can’t say it didn’t have its ups but it was just an average job with an ok wage. It paid my bills and put a roof over my head so it wasn’t that bad. It was average.

Just like my life.

I was as average as you got. Plain brown hair that went past my shoulders, dark brown eyes that barely had any sparkle and my slightly olive skin was at least flawless.

Nothing ever exciting happened. The only thing exciting that happened in my life recently was seeing my horrible neighbour get yanked to the floor by her horrible dog.

That was fun for a few minutes until she saw me standing at my window laughing. Then she kept making her dog poop in my front garden and not clean it up. Of course, I’d pick the poop up and stick it on her front door mat because I was that petty. I also didn’t care that she was in her 70′s.

She was a miserable old woman that set out to ruin my perfectly boring life with her sly and nasty comments. Although I did manage to shut her mouth once when I found out she was in her early 50′s, not 70′s.

I let out a small sigh and started finishing up my work. I was always told that I had a mean-looking face and people were scared I was going to yell at them. But it was a resting bitch face and most of the time I was fed up with being at work.

Even the police told me I needed to work on it and called me crazy under their breath.

My life might have been average but the only time I had some sort of excitement, apart from my neighbour hurting herself, was when I, unfortunately, witnessed a murder.

I hadn’t run that fast since school and I called the police straight away. They turned up on my door and asked me so many questions that I thought I was going to be arrested for the crime. I asked about it and they gave me a look like I was on drugs.

According to them, there was no blood or body at the scene. There was no evidence of any crime having being committed and I should lay off the alcohol.

Rude, right?

Ok, so by the time they turned up I had gone through half a bottle of wine, but could you blame me? I saw someone have their throat slit and I wanted to forget it.

The clock hit 5 and I stretched my arms above my head. I gathered my things together and pulled my coat on. A few colleagues said bye and I sent them a small smile while moving away from my desk. I wanted to get away from this place as quick as possible because I needed to relax.

I climbed into my crappy car and took a long way home to pick up something to eat for dinner and did a quick shop to fill my cupboards and fridge since they were empty.

By the time I got home, I was even more fed up. People were driving like idiots, people were stepping in front of my car and of course, I found some more dog shit in my front garden. I dropped my bags by the front door, grabbed a little poop bag, scooped the poo up and launched it at my neighbour’s house.

I pushed my front door open and kicked it shut.

“Stupid old lady,” I muttered. I carried the bags to the kitchen and my body froze realising that my TV was on.

I grabbed a knife and slowly made my way to the living room to see someone eating junk food and laughing at the programme on TV.

“Who are you?” I said making the man jump to his feet screaming. Then I started screaming and I pointed the knife at him.

“Don’t kill me! I’m too handsome to die!” He said falling to his knees holding his hands together, “I’m also too young but the handsome part sounded better,”

“Who are you?” I yelled, “And why are you in my house?”

“Oh!” He said, “Yeah, I should probably explain that. I’m Bradley and I’m here to kill you,”


“Should I explain that as well?” He frowned, “Jeez, you are just like a typical woman. Always wanting details of-”

“Don’t come close to me!”

He sighed, “Maybe you should put the knife down,”


“Is this a bad day for you?” He asked, “I could always come back on a better day,”

“Are you being serious?” I exclaimed, “Why would I want you to come back to kill me? I don’t deserve to die!”

“Well, that’s what I thought but then you saw me kill someone and I need to tie up any loose ends before I quit,”

“You are insane,”

“I do have my moments,” He said, “So, where did you want to do this?”

“Don’t take another step towards me, you crazy bastard!”

He let out a sigh, “I didn’t want to get aggressive with a woman but I suppose I will have to,”

I let out a sharp gasp when the knife was snatched from my hand and I was slammed into the wall with the knife pressed against my throat. he had moved too quickly for me to attempt to fight back.

“Hey, you’re pretty cute,”

“Don’t say that when you are about to kill me,” I said almost crying.

“What else am I meant to say?” He asked, “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going to kill you,”

“You-you are-”

“Beautiful, a genius, immensely-”


“Oh...well, that works too,” He grinned and I wanted to kick myself when I felt my face burn, “Why don’t we sit down and have a chat? I’d like to get to know you more,”

A/N: This is a light-hearted comedy, romance and some explicit scenes. It's also an easy read. Ignore any grammatical errors because I do have mild dyslexia. And if the names don't match up, just point them out. This was originally a fanfiction on Wattpad but I've decided to move it here. There will be extra scenes, so if you have read this on Wattpad, you are in for a surprise.
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