Next Door Neighbor

By Alamsci 

A work of fiction.

I had just moved into a new apartment in the city and was arduously struggling up the 

stairs with a box of books.  I wasn't halfway done, moving in, but was already 

breathing heavily and beginning to feel tired. I heard someone making his or her way 

up the stairs. As the sound of footsteps was becoming clearer I unexpectedly felt a 

sharp blow delivered to my back. I lost my balance, dropped the box and fell on top of 

it. I looked up and saw a woman continue jogging up the stairs.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" I angrily shouted.

"You know if you didn't wobble so much I wouldn't have bumped into you." She 

disinterestedly said.

"Whatever lady!"

She turned around and started walking towards me. This is when I fully absorbed her 

figure. This woman looked tough. She seemed to be in her late thirties maybe early 

forties. Her face gave that away, but her body was another story. It resembled that of a 

fitness competitor. She was wearing a sports bra and tight shorts. Her muscles 

confidently danced as she mad her way towards me. What made her look tough were 

mainly her facial features: high cheekbones, a nose that jutted out; It was not a huge 

nose, but rather pointy and definitely noticeable. This was accompanied by sunk in 

cheeks; small brown eyes not to the point of being beady and short curly brown hair. 

All in all, these features resulted in an overtly arrogant demeanor.  

I've always been a female muscle admirer, but this woman sent shivers down my 

spine. 

I checked her out for several seconds and then quickly averted my attention to the 

mess in front of me. I heard her let out a small chuckle as she approached me. 

"Let me help you with those."  She said as she leaned down. In turn, I instinctively 

began admiring her vascular forearms as they graciously moved from one book to 

another. When we were finished she said, "I'll carry these up to your apartment, you 

look worn out, next time if the box feels too heavy you should make two trips. That 

way you won't hurt yourself."  She picked up the box with a lot more ease than I did 

and carried it up for me. As we were walking up I was mesmerized by her bulging 

bicep. You see she had put the palm of her left hand underneath the box. Her right 

hand sturdily supported the box via the bottom right edge. I was standing on her left 

admiring her bicep. Her bicep was nicely sculpted and her shoulder admirably cut. 

Additionally, each muscle group seemed to be clearly visible.

My eyes made their way to her face, where my admiration, again, turned to 

uneasiness. She wasn't looking at me or about to scold me for checking her out, but I 

just got the feeling that this was a tough and arrogant woman, who looked down upon 

me. I pointed to my apartment and then opened the door for her. She walked in and 

set the box down. She then walked towards me and said, "It seems like you've just 

started taking your boxes up. Let me help you out. By the way, I'm your next door 

neighbor, the name is Nicole Simmons."

"Harold Chauncy, nice to meet you!" 

She firmly squeezed my hand and remarked, "Let's go get those boxes."

She carried up all my heavy boxes alone and did not need my help one bit. She told 

me to carry up all the lighter boxes and bags. When I tried to carry up a heavy box she 

gave me a sarcastic look and grabbed it out of my hands, "Don't let that male ego get 

in the way. You obviously can't handle these heavy ones so don't try, you'll end up 

hurting yourself!" 

"By the way your lucky I bumped into you...if I hadn't….well,  moving in would've 

taken a few hours and then you'd be sore all over!" She remarked with a chuckle.

When she finished carrying my boxes up she looked over at me, "If you need 

anything feel free t knock on my door. I'm a busy woman, but when I'm around I'll 

be more than happy to help out."

"Thanks a lot Nicole!" I replied.

I went back to unpacking, but she didn't move. I looked up at her and noticed her 

crossing her arms and angrily staring at me, "That's Ms. Simmons, young man!"

"I….I'm sorry Ms. Simmons!" I stuttered.

"You look young… I'll let it pass this time." She seriously commented.

"Yeah, I just graduated. I went to college her in the city."

She ignored my remark, turned around and made her way out the door. From the back 

she looked awesome, thick bouncing calves, large straining hamstrings, and a broad 

well proportioned back.

The next morning on my way out the door I saw her heading to her car. We curtly 

exchanged pleasantries and subsequently went our separate ways. As I w as walking 

towards the bus station a car pulled up next to me, "Harold, why don't you get in, I'll 

give you a ride!" 

As I got in she looked me over and asked, "Where do you work?"

"Oh, it's down on George Street!"

"That's convenient, I work down there too."

We spent the rest of the ride in silence. She dropped me off in front of my building 

and headed off, but before she left she told me to pass by the George Street Gym 

before I went home because if she were around she would give me a ride back.

"You could also use some weight training Harold!"

 You see Ms. Simmons worked part-time as a computer programmer.  In the 

afternoons she worked at the gym as a personal trainer.

After work I decided to head back by myself. I really didn't want to rely on a woman, 

who made me feel uncomfortable and frankly seemed extremely uptight. The next day 

I tried to leave early so I wouldn't have to run into her in the morning, it worked, so I 

continued to do this until the end of the week. Friday had finally come a long. The 

first week at work was not hectic, mainly orientation, but I still felt the need to kick 

back and get tanked. I invited over two of my college buddies.

The night started off nicely just the three of us kicking back and chatting. As the 

drinks began to take their toll we turned up the music and began acting like loud 

drunks. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and there, standing 

in front of me, was Ms.Simmons. She looked pissed. Before I could greet her she 

sternly expressed, "Harold you better turn that stereo down now." Then she glared 

down at me, "Well, what are you waiting for?" 

I closed the door and went back to my friends. "Hey, who was that?" 

"Oh, just the neighbor, she wants me to turn the music down!"

"What? Its not even 11 o'clock fuck her!"

"Guys, I'd rather turn it down, you two haven't seen this woman. She looks tough and 

acts tough. She's taller than me and is probably in better shape than all three of us. I 

really don't want to mess with her!"

"What's the big deal, your 5'7", a lot of girls are taller than you!"

"So your scared of your little neighbor broad??" My other friend added amidst a burst 

of laughter. 

"I'm turning the music down now!"

My two friends wouldn't let me. They  blocked the path between the stereo and 

myself.

During our little argument we heard another knock at the door. I looked at them. They 

began to laugh, "Come on Harold go open the door…Or should we… Is the big bad 

neighbor gonna hurt you!"

They continued laughing at my terrified expression. I reluctantly and fearfully made 

my way towards the door. As I was about to open the door I heard a real loud knock 

and Ms. Simmons angrily yelling, "Open the door Harold!"

I opened the door and meekly made eye contact with her. She looked furious. Without 

saying a word she grabbed me by the collar with both hands, brought me close to her 

and then slammed me against the edge of the door, "AAAAGGHHHHH!" I yelled.

"Boy, you don't seem to have any manners, do you? I'm gonna knock some sense 

into you right now!"

I instinctively grabbed her thick wrists and tried to loosen her hold, but they wouldn't 

budge. She held me up for awhile. I started to scratch her skin like a helpless child so 

she yanked me towards her and slammed my pathetic body against the wall a second 

time.

"I'm giving you one more chance, boy! Now, go inside and turn that music down!" 

She huskily bellowed.

I was then roughly thrown into my apartment, but Ms. Simmons didn't walk away. I 

looked up at her imposing figure with a fearful expression. She was wearing a white 

tank top. Her muscular arms were menacingly exposed. I took one look at her strong 

forearms and wrists and shuddered unexpectedly. Those wrists that I couldn't budge 

sparked an unprecedented energy from within, which caused me to jump up and run 

into the living room to turn down the music. 

At first I was a bit surprised at why my two friends hadn't come out to see this 

woman, but as I entered the living room I realized why. The two drunkards were too 

busy wrestling around on the floor. 

"Guys, turn down the music Ms. Simmons is here!" I helplessly shrieked.

They both looked at me and disinterestedly said, "Whatever!"

Then they both jumped up and re-blocked my path to the stereo. I turned around, to go 

and explain my predicament to Ms. Simmons, but she stopped me in my tracks with a 

powerful right to my jaw. I stumbled back and held onto the arm of the couch for 

support. Before I had time to look up I felt a sharp pain making its way through my 

gut. Her bare foot had relentlessly shot up into my unprotected gut. I instantaneously 

doubled over and fell to the ground.

By this time my two friends were watching this one sided beating with awe. Ms. 

Simmons grabbed my hair and yanked me up. She then twisted my right arm and 

walked me to the door. Next, she used my head to slam the door shut. I was then 

dragged back to the living room. She released my arm and pulled my head up. Before 

I had time to react I felt her fist connect with my gut. She then brought her knee up 

and forcefully pushed my head down. "ARRRGHHH!" I screamed.  My face had 

unmistakably met her knee.

She dropped my hapless form to the ground and menacingly looked at my two 

friends.

"One of you two better turn off that stereo!"

Both of them unconsciously stumbled towards it and luckily one of them managed to 

turn it off.

"Now, have a seat and watch me kick the shit out of your friend. If you want to try 

and save him, well, give it a try…."

She menacingly shouted as she went into a double bicep pose.

"Either of you have the balls to go up against these babies!"

Without waiting for an answer she turned her attention to me. 

"What's this a little blood!"

As she was looking down at me she noticed that some of my blood had stained her 

sweat pants.

"Your gonna pay boy!"

When I heard this I began uncontrollably crying. I was already severely beaten and 

she wasn't even done.

Instead of yanking me up again she straddled me put my weak arms underneath her 

knees and commenced punching my face. Stinging blow after blow connected with 

my face. Her hard knuckles happily feasted on my already disfigured facial features.

Mercy was not on the horizon. I hand wronged her and now she was punishing me for 

my behavior.  

She got off of me and watched as I coughed up chunks of blood. This did not stir any 

feelings of mercy or regret within her. Conversely, she grabbed my head and stuffed it 

between her powerful thighs. She began mercilessly squeezing my head to a point 

where my tears almost stopped flowing due to the extreme pressure, which I was 

about to pass out from.

She abruptly released me and my face plummeted to the ground. 

Amidst my pain and agony I heard her husky voice, "Boy, it's time for some calve 

raises. Pull your pathetic head up and place it between my calves!"

I tried to oblige, as quickly as possible and to my surprise I was able to lift my head 

just high enough for it to be enveloped by her unyielding calves. 

"All right you two… starting counting!"

I lost count after the second raise. With every raise I would experience an 

excruciating pain oozing through my temples and within a fraction of a second 

engulfing my entire head. Therefore, counting how many times this was happening to 

my head was the last thing on my mind.

As my head hit the ground I heard her talking to my two friends, "If you two ever 

come by here again I better not here a peep out of you, heck, I better not even here 

you knocking on the door. Now get your sorry asses up and go home!"

She yanked me up by the collar and slammed me against the wall once again. This 

time she released my collar and shoved her muscular forearm into my throat. This was 

followed by several powerful blows to my gut and sides. To top all this off she 

allowed her fist to explode into my groin twice.  When she released me I fell directly 

on top of a coffee table, breaking it into pieces.

As I was uncontrollably shaking and crying I noticed two figures scurrying out of the 

living room. I was left alone with this unmerciful woman. 

Ms. Simmons pulled me up by the upper arms and leaned me against the wall, yet 

again. 

"I heard you telling your friends to turn down the music, but they're not my problem, 

you rent this apartment so your responsible for what goes on in here. Besides you 

need to learn how to stand up for yourself. This beating is sure gonna knock some 

sense into you. If it doesn't well I'll happily administer another one!"

She let go of my left arm and hit me with a relentless upper cut that knocked me out.

The next morning I dragged my aching body to the bathroom where I cleaned myself 

up a bit. Afterwards, I decided to go to a doctor. My throbbing face and aching body 

couldn't hold up any longer.

As I was about to crawl out the door I noticed a note taped to it. It was from Ms. 

Simmons.   IF YOU NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR, COME TO ME FIRST!

I crawled to her apartment and knocked on the door, no answer. I knew the best thing 

for me would be to wait so I helplessly slumped next the door and waited, probably 

for an hour. Then I saw her jogging up the stairs. She looked at me and menacingly 

smiled. She then proceeded to pick me up in her lean taut arms, the same arms that 

had beaten me into oblivion the night before. Today they looked even more 

intimidating, sinewy, threatening, and ominously bulging.  She then carried me to her 

car and subsequently to a doctor.