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thegodmother007 · 18 days

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My New Neighbor Chapter 2: Close Call with Neighbors

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

It’s been a busy month for me but I am finally settled into my new place & getting the hang of the new job. I was lucky enough to have been bartending at Dale & Cruster’s prior to my move, so a transfer to the closest location to my new place was the easiest part of my transition, so far. Everything else has been..a challenge, putting it lightly. On my move-in day, I encountered quite a few comments about how my furniture looked like “Doll’s furniture” by some of the giant apartment residents passing by. A few times, I turned to see a few of them watching me struggle with furniture they could have held in their hands. I felt a sense of embarrassment when I noticed them staring, but I tried not to let it show. I reminded myself multiple times that Humans have their strengths & weaknesses and giants have their strengths & weaknesses. I am great at other things like my bartending, I am a fantastic guitar player (at least I would like to think so) & I can make a mean steak. I doubt any other resident of the apartment complex can claim all three of those things.

In the days following moving in, I experienced first hand how careless the other residents can be. On a Tuesday afternoon, I was headed out of my place to start my 2pm-10pm shift at Cruster’s but was unnecessarily stopped from getting into my mustang. A giant man was on his porch, smoking what smelled like a spliff, which would have been fine IF he was not supposed to be watching his son. When I entered the parking lot, I noticed his son, a giant himself easily towering almost 40ft, playing with his toy cars, scattered around my very real car. I quickened my pace, shoving my fear of the giant child aside, keeping my eyes on my baby, my Ford Mustang GT. “Hey!” I yelled towards the child who, as curiosity would have it, finally picked up my car to inspect it, like one of his toys. I ran towards the child who sits cross-legged in the parking lot. The boy’s attention gravitates towards me & my yelling “Put my car down, now! That is not a toy & you should not be touching it!” I stopped running towards the kid when I noticed a surprised look and a twinkle of mischief shining in his eye. He looked at my car, then back down at me, where I could see the gears in his mind turning. With the hand closest to me, he reaches over towards me, trying to grab me. I was lucky though, as his first attempt at snatching me up was missed. I backed up quickly as the child went to stand, my baby still in his hand. I kept my eyes on him as I backed away, noticing the sticky finger prints he was leaving on the black paint of my freshly waxed mustang. Once the kid stood, he towered over me, blocking out the sun that shone behind him. My nerves were on fire as my instinct to run kicked in, but I did not want to leave my car in the hands of a child who could cost me thousands in damage. However, it was clear upon the first step he took towards me, that running was my best option. I turned and ran as fast as my legs would take me, which compared to the kid, wasn’t very fast. I spotted the father again, who from a distance, was trying to make out what his son was doing. “Sir! Please help me!” I called out to the man who was now standing up, aware of the unfolding situation. I look behind me to see the smile on the child’s face as he has caught up to me and was swiftly reaching down to grab me once again. Thankfully, the deep thunder of his father’s voice rang out “DYLAN!” He shouted, which stopped both of us in our tracks. Dylan looked up to his father who was now marching over to where his son & I were in the parking lot. As the huge man approached, I was not sure how thankful I was that he was intervening, as the closer he got, the weaker my legs felt.

I did what I could not to hurt my neck when I looked up, up, up to the father’s face, which peered down to where I was. Dylan’s father noticed that his son held a car which did not belong to him or belong to the collection he brought outside. With one word, Dylan’s father was able to force the child to follow the directions I failed at, earlier. “Gimme” his father said in a stern and cold voice, holding out his hand to his son, who promptly handed him my Ford Mustang. The father inspected it and for a moment, I wondered if he planned on keeping it for himself. It was not unheard of for a giant to collect cars, as they did not have access to them personally. Cars were strictly a human thing, while giants were tasked with walking, biking or commuting via train or trolly. My thoughts were interrupted by the father directing his child to “Get inside.” Which was met with little protest besides an annoyed sigh from Dylan. Once Dylan left, his father looked to me, who was doing everything in my power not to shake or seem intimidated. His father gently placed my car down next to me, while taking a knee “I don’t see any damage to the vehicle.” He says, not considering the damage to my pride, but I say nothing in return. His knee thudded with a noticeable tremor into the concrete of the parking lot, which I could feel up my spine. He crouches down, laying a hand on the ground next to me, examining me next. “Are you new to the apartment?” He asks me, undoubtedly getting a closer look at the Human he does not recognize. “Y-yes” I said with a humiliating crack to my voice, which I was quick to cover with a clearing of my throat & further elaboration “Yes, I moved in this last week. I’m Cain” I said with a deep bow. Shaking hands with a giant was not customary, as the danger of injury was ever present, so you bow as an alternative. The man nodded his head at me, as an informal bow back to me. “My name is Brax, been living here for about a year and a half, give or take. Not many humans live in this complex, I wasn’t sure if they were even offering the housing program anymore seeing as so few humans took advantage of it.” He is trying to strike up a conversation with me, great. Just what I needed after narrowly escaping his son’s attempt at playing with me like I was one of his toys. But what else can I do in this situation besides make nice with the man who was easily 75 feet tall and was just holding my car in his hand. I take a breath and put on the false bravado that gets me tips at work & got me accepted into the program “Well, you can’t beat these rent prices! It was just too good to pass up!” I say trying to make light of the situation, hoping to get rid of the feeling of body numbing fear I had at this moment. The giant man nods his head in agreement “You’ve got that right! I figured it was a really good way to introduce my children to humans, now that we’re integrated. Which, by the way, sorry about Dylan.” The man brings an embarrassed hand to the back of his neck where he rubs it anxiously. “He is a handful and often gets into things he shouldn’t. I usually let him play with his cars in the parking lot because no one ever parks here, until now. I’ll have him play with his cars somewhere else, out of your way.” I couldn’t help but let my jaw go slack for a moment as he apologized for his son’s behavior. I was quick to close my mouth before I caught some flies & was noticed. “I-um, yes that would be great, thank you. And don’t worry, kids are going to be kids, right?” I wondered if there was more to what he was going to say. But he didn’t, he smiled and rolled his eyes “You’re telling me. But let me get out of your way, Cain, I need to go have a talk with Dylan.” He said, giving me a wink as he stood, which both comforted me and unsettled me. I hope he is not too much of a disciplinarian, I would hate to be on Dylan’s bad side.

All I did was wave back at Brax as he turned to leave, his sandaled feet shaking the ground with every titanic step he took back towards his home. I got in my car with bile seeping up my throat as I spotted the ghosts of grimy fingerprints on my windows. I thought back to 5 minutes ago, when Dylan’s hand was wrapped around my vehicle. I anxiously thought about how different this story would have been if I were already in my car when he grabbed it. I couldn't jump out & scream for help like I had earlier. There would be no way out unless the boy let me go. I recall the flash of mischief I saw in his eye when he decided to pick up my car. I remember the look of desire he had when looking at me, like I was a shiny new toy for him to break. My mind was racing with all the possible outcomes that could have happened today, leading me to have to stop a panic attack from coming on before my shift.

I stroked the dashboard of my car, as if it was the one about to have a panic attack, when the reality was it was me who needed comforting. I assured myself that I was okay & my baby was okay, trusting that Brax would ensure Dylan stays away from me. A few moments of breathing later, a wave of relief washed over me when I started the car up with no issues. The revving of her engine was enough to send goosebumps up my arms as I listened to her purr. “Thank God” I thought to myself. Last thing I want to do is go back to Brax & ask him for compensation for the damages his kid made to my car. “If I had it my way, I would never have to talk to either of them again.” I thought as I pulled out of the parking lot, hoping to God my shift would be an easy one.

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My New Neighbor Chapter 3: A Bad Day...A VERY Bad Day

Chapter 3: A Bad Day…A VERY Bad Day

It was a Saturday morning, one of the rare few I wasn’t passed out drunk for, from the night prior. Fridays are always one of the best days for tips. People get paid on Fridays, have money to burn & I am happy to be what they use to flaunt their paycheck. It is not uncommon for me to have a couple shots throughout my shift to get patrons to spend a bit more & to see a few more dollars in the tip jar. Between hosting games like Bar Dice, flirting with the ladies seated at my bar, taking drink orders, cashing people out and handling the 1-2 Karens I see a night, I could easily pound 4-5 drinks back before my shift is ½ over. Last night though, I was spared the hussle of running up & down my bar to serve people. There was a concert in town which I assumed was most people’s Friday night plans, so not much foot traffic was seen in Cruster’s last night.

Waking up, I could feel my liver thanking me for the break it probably needed & I laughed at the idea. I made a mental note to focus on drinking only water today as I stretched out my tired limbs. While standing out of bed, I could hear shuffling, pounding, and enormous footsteps on the other side of the wall of my apartment. I could feel the rush of adrenaline hit me as I suspected that I might have a new neighbor moving in. I rushed out of my room, wearing only my boxers, pressing my ear against the door that led into the giant apartment I was attached to. Listening in, it was clear that someone was moving into that unit. I could hear boxes of dishes being set onto tables, instructions on where to place items & wheels of dollies squeaking past my door as they carried furniture whose enormity I couldn’t even fathom. I stood there, unsure of what I needed to do, or should do. Parameters of the Integration Housing Program, dictate that Unit Partners must meet each other within 72 hours of a move in. Seeing as I have had no Unit Partner until now, I have not made efforts in meeting anyone. Hell, the only reason I spoke to Brax was because his bratty kid almost damaged my car. Besides that, I have kept to myself since moving here. Now I was expected to introduce myself? I did not anticipate this happening so soon, it has only been a couple of weeks. I ran my fingers through my morning bed head as I contemplated what I should do. I went to my kitchen’s junk drawer & fished out the contract I signed to re-read the policies surrounding the Integration Housing Program, hoping I remembered this rule, wrong. “The resident who is moved into his/her apartment first is tasked with introducing themselves, within 72-hours, to the resident who moves into the adjacent unit afterwards.” Fuck. I was required to make the first move, otherwise I risk a fee being tacked onto my monthly rent. I stuffed the paperwork away and paced my kitchen, thinking about what things I might have in common with the guy moving in.

“I like cars, music, sports, the outdoors…what guy doesn’t like at least one of those things?” I thought to myself. I recalled my conversation with Brax & how I unintentionally made myself look meek & pathetic while talking to him. Thankfully, Brax did not mention my demeanor, but I am sure he noticed. Who wouldn’t be shaken up after almost being grabbed by a giant child? But I promised myself not to act like that again & be prepared for what possible situations I might find myself in, with the new tennent. I would not be caught off guard again if I could help it. After thinking it through a few times, my pacing finally stopped and I was able to focus on the most important thing on my mind this morning: Pancakes. I needed pancakes & bacon to start off this rare Saturday morning & I refused to allow the new Unit Partner to get in the way of being awake & having breakfast before noon.

I took this Saturday to just relax & unwind, especially since tonight was kind of a big night for me. This Cruster’s location I was working at, finally agreed to let me play in the corner of the bar area tonight as live entertainment. I made sure I packed the lists of songs I planned on playing, I tuned my guitar & replaced a few strings just to make sure nothing goes wrong. Before I knew it, it was 7:00pm and I was in my car, on my way to my first show in Epherton. All I could hope for were generous tips and positive feedback from the location’s owner, who might let me play again in the future. As I pulled up to this Dale & Cruster’s, I eyed the integrated parking lot where Humans were at the top of these huge standing tables, much like you’d see in a cocktail lounge, where the giants placed their drinks. I was happy for them that they were comfortable enough to venture into the integrated part of the restaurant chain, but as for me, I was not. Thankfully, I worked in the Humans-only section of the restaurant, something I was not keen on changing if asked. Luckily, my manager at the last Dale & Cruster’s I worked at let this management team know that I was not cut out for integrated service, but thrived in human service where I could get closer to patrons, making the bar more money. No questions were asked after that, to my relief and no one has approached me about it. Before I entered the bar area, I noticed there were some jumbotron TV’s in the giant-area, broadcasting the spot I was supposed to play in the bar. All that was on screen though, was an empty barstool and a spotlight shining on it. I did not realize the owner of this franchise was that excited about me playing, but quickly reminded myself he was probably more excited for the money. The longer people stay to watch my performance, the more money they spend on food & drinks. Didn’t matter to me though, I was happy to play regardless of the excuse to keep having me back.

After taking some time to set up my guitar & microphone, I introduced myself to the few customers who were watching, the rest focused on their drinks. I smiled and waved to the camera that was live broadcasting my performance to the TV’s in the giant-area. I started with my own rendition of ‘Tennessee Whiskey’, being sure to make Chris Stapleton proud with my riffing. This caught the attention of some more diners as I moved onto ‘Sweet Child O’Mine’ by Guns N’ Roses & ‘All Along the WatchTower’ by Jimi Hendrix. By the time I wrapped up my 5th or 6th song, I had almost all the diners singing along to what I was playing. A few older couples even got up to dance when I played ‘Stand by Me.’

Over the course of the 2 hours I played, I made about $50 in tips, which was not too shabby considering that’s about $25 an hour for doing something I loved. I finished up the evening with ‘Piano Man’ by Billy Joel, but switched the lyrics to “Guitar man” instead of “Piano man”, which got a few chuckles here and there. Unfortunately though, two diners of the place did not seem to like my change of lyrics & started booing me. I didn’t acknowledge them at first, opting to just keep going, as my years of being a bartender taught me to ignore the drunk idiots. But my performance was interrupted when an empty fries basket was tossed at the stage, hitting me in my playing hand, bringing the song to an unceremonious end. The basket was made of metal for easy dishwashing, so it hurt a bit. I stood up, grasping my hand that was now in pain, looking at the two drunkards who were causing issues. I looked to the bouncer who I have come to know as Jordan, give me a questioning look and I pointed to the two morons who interrupted my show. “Get these two out of here!” I yelled, as they cursed at me for “Changing an already perfect song.” Jordan, with the help of a few beefier servers, grabbed the two troublemakers and dragged them out. All the while, they cursed at the bouncer & the servers who were escorting them out. I could see the group they were with & the people around them were unhappy with the fact the show ended prematurely, booing the two as they were shamelessly dragged out like unruly toddlers. I sheepishly say into the microphone “Can’t win ‘em all, right?” I joke, hoping to lighten the mood “It was a pleasure playing for you tonight, I hope to be back again soon. You were an awesome crowd, thank you for the opportunity!” I got a few people applauding my performance, but the vibe was definitely killed when those two goons decided to ruin everything. As I packed my equipment up, I spoke to a few stragglers who pushed tips into my guitar case and thanked me for a great show, apologizing on behalf of the two assailants from earlier. It was nice to feel appreciated for the performance and I thanked them for listening.

After I wrapped up my show, I got a free drink from the Manager who I chopped it up with as the closing staff did their end-of-night tasks like wiping salt & pepper shakers, cleaning tables & sweeping the floor After my drink, I left the bar about 20 min after closing time with my guitar case in-hand & satchel around my shoulder. I was standing by my car looking for the right key fob to open my car when out of nowhere, I felt a strong arm put me in a headlock, prompting me to drop my keys & guitar case. My hands immediately began to claw at the arm in an attempt to free my neck, when in the struggle, I heard a familiar voice address me. “Shouldn’t play publicly if you can’t take a little criticism, lad.” It was the skinner of the two brutes who threw the fries basket at me. I can only assume the taller, stronger one of the two was the one holding me in place. I spat through gritted teeth “It was just a song” I said with not too much breath behind it. The man who held me said back “And we were just having a bit of fun, but you decided to have us kicked out, embarrassing us in front of our crew. That was some pussy ass shit” I choked on the pressure he had on my throat, and I noticed the squeeze he added to the word “embarrassed” as it closed my throat completely for a moment. The skinner one walks around as he addresses me “Rather than having your juiced up guard dog kick us out, you ought to be man enough to do it yourself if you couldn’t take a little bit of teasing.” I had just enough slack on the guy’s arm who held me that I could breathe, but barely, making talking difficult. “Two against one isn’t handling it like a man, don’t you think?” I said as my face grew red and my struggles to breathe were overlooked. “It was 4 against 2 earlier, we’re just playing by the rules. Robbie, take him to the back” the skinny one instructs the stronger one. I start thrashing & kicking, trying to get away from these two. My throat was being pushed on, so yelling for help was not happening for me. In my fight to break free, I did not feel the earth shaking steps that approached us three, taking the skinny one by surprise.

In the midst of struggling for freedom, I heard a scream behind us that faded away, as if the person it was emitting from was whisked away suddenly. Robbie, the man who held me in place with the head lock, looks up towards where his friend just went. “Donnie!” he yelled, letting me go, leaving me to fall to the ground. I gasped for air as I ran my hand around my neck, feeling the compressions left on my neck as blood flowed back into my veins. My vision had started going dark as they dragged me away & the rush of blood to my head, made me dizzy. I sat on the cold concrete ground trying to regain my composure when my attention was quickly caught by the commanding voice I heard overhead. I damn near shit myself hearing the voice ring out, reverberating throughout my body. “And what exactly are you two doing?” asked the 80 ft giantess whose boots stood planted firmly on both sides of us. Robbie backed up, to make eye contact with the giant woman who now held his friend’s shirt in her fist, as he dangled from the loose fabric. “None of your fucking business, giant!” Robbie boldly yelled. I slowly craned my sore neck up to see the giantess standing there, dangling Donnie from his shirt. A lump quickly formed in my throat that I tried to swallow, unsure of the giantess’ intentions. The giantess slowly crouched down, her knees hitting the pavement with a force that could have crushed any one of us had we been unlucky enough to be in the spot her knee landed.

Without saying anything, a hand as large as my car, reaches down toward Robbie and flicks him in the chest, sending him flying about 6ft. I watched him hit the ground with a breathless thud, all the wind having been knocked out of him. I looked back up at the giantess who watches Robbie with a scowl as he struggles to catch a full breath from the impact. “I would watch your fucking mouth because next time I might not be so gentle.” The sound of Robbie trying to regain his breath was a sound that was difficult to listen to, no matter the circumstances. All I could think about was the pain of being hit in the chest by a giant & imagining myself in his shoes. Robbie finally catches a breath after a few moments & gasps for as much air as his lungs will allow. All Robbie does, as he holds himself on all fours, is look up at the giantess who is still dangling Donnie from the shirt fabric. For the entire exchange Donnie has been kicking the air, which isn’t helping him in the slightest. If I didn't know any better, the giantess was enjoying this suffering. “Put me down! We weren’t doing anything!” Donnie cries. I watched the giantess chuckle, like she was told a bad joke. I felt ice crawling up my neck while my body broke out into goosebumps. “Didn’t look like that to me. Looked like you were about to rob this guy for everything he is worth in that alley over there.” She did not need to point to where she was talking about for the two assailants to know what she was referring to. Silence filled everyone’s ears, which was all the confirmation this giantess needed. She lowers Donnie, dropping him the last 4-5ft, watching him crumple on himself once he hits the ground. “Get the fuck out of here” the woman overhead commands in a hostile tone, a tone I am glad I was not on the receiving end of. Donnie and Robbie pick themselves up from the concrete parking lot, stammering in their attempt at running the opposite direction the giantess came from. I watched the only two other Humans leave the property, which made my heart stop as I realized I was now alone with this giantess.

I sat on the ground, now facing this giantess who almost killed two guys in front of me. I started backing up to increase the space between us, not quite able to bring myself to stand as she loomed over me in a kneeling position. I wasn't sure what she wanted, why she approached us in the first place, or why she helped, but for my own safety I can't assume anything positive. I watched her watch the men leave and once they had, she could hear my shuffling to get away and her attention snapped towards me. Watching her eyes pierce through me, like a flaying knife was bad enough, but knowing this gaze comes from a giant made it all the more panic-inducing. It was clear to her right away that I was freaked out, so she offered a small smile. “No no, don't worry, you’re not next, or anything .” She said with upturned palms, trying to calm my obvious panic. “I saw those two guys come up behind you & ambush you. I recognized you from the live entertainment from tonight and figured you’d like some help. Were those the two guys who were taken out of the restaurant?”

I could hardly hear her address me, let alone comprehend what question she just asked me. Ringing. All I could hear was ringing in my ears, like I was in shock. I just continued to stare at her, ready for when my legs decide they will work for me. She had long brownish reddish hair, easily spilling past her mid-back. Her eyes were a dark brown, almond shape, almost like a cat. Her cheekbones were pronounced and skin a light olive, her build was athletic. She was no petite giantess that was for sure. She was sturdy with thick arms and forearms. She adorned a choker necklace with a black shirt that had an unfamiliar band on it. She had multiple piercings in both ears & a wrist wrapped in a leather cuff. Her boots were combat-like, the kind you’d see at a grunge concert & jeans a light blue skinny. “Hey, you okay?” She asked as her hand descended upon me, which snapped me out of my train of thought. I scrambled to my feet, putting my hands up to stop her “Yes! Yes! I am okay!” I say trying to sound like I wasn't shaken to my core. Slowly, her hand retracts and I can feel my legs wobbling. She stares at me, unsure of the Human who she just saved or what to do next. “Um..” I say looking around for my things, picking up my satchel and guitar case that fell off my person during the fight. “S-sorry. I’ll just get out of your way, here…” I say as I pull my satchel over my head to hang off my shoulders. I grab my guitar case by the handle and turn on my heel to get as much distance between her & I as possible. I did not want anything to do with the giantess who looked too eager handling a couple human men so roughly & I was not trying to be the third.

“Hold on for a second!” She calls out to me. I was not sure if I should stop, or keep going to my car. I did not have my keys in my hand, I spot them on the ground by my driver's side door about 30 ft away. I stop, stiff as a board and slowly turn to see her leaning in. I was immediately feeling like my personal space was being encroached on & felt the urge to run, but neglected the instinct. “What!?” I asked frustrated, feeling overwhelmed by everything in that one moment. I could feel my whole night crashing in on me at once. The shame of being booed at, the embarrassment of having a basket tossed at you, the fear of almost being mugged & then shock of being saved by some vigilante giantess who thought she was helping when really, she was fraying my nerves even more than anything else tonight. I watched her face fall into shock & offense as I snapped at her like that. I’ll be honest, I was surprised at my own behavior & audacity as well, when I let that word fall out of my mouth. I watch her angry eyes narrowing on my puny form in front of her; One I am reminded could be crushed at any moment given the slightest form of will. I swallowed the lump in my throat as she said “Nevermind. Fuck me for helping you, I guess.”

I did not want to deal with this. Another giant who had the typical savior complex looking for a heartfelt thank you from the underling who cowers at her feet, thankful at the chance to be saved. I had enough of today already & felt my temper boiling over “Thanks for stepping but I did not ask for help. I had the situation under control.” I say dusting my clothes off, desperate for something to do with my hands. I watch her cross her arms, detailing the definition she has in them. “Yea, it really looked like you had things under control there. I could tell by the way the bigger guy kept you in a chokehold.” She raised a snarky eyebrow at her dismantling of my statement. “Someone would have stepped in, you didn't need to involve yourself.” I snapped back in my defense. She cocked her head, confused “Someone did step in. I stepped in. Do you mean a Human would have probably stepped in, instead?” I was trying to quickly think of something else to say when I was cut off “That’s what I thought. Look, no one else was around, I saw an issue & helped. Would a ‘thank you’ kill you?” That was my que to leave, but not before giving her a piece of my mind “Well thank you very much Miss Savior Complex, I am honored to have been graced by your presence & assistance.” I said with an exaggerated bow, like I was some performing monkey. I watched her face fall into one not of anger, but disappointment. Disappointed that she didn't get her ego fed, no doubt. I turned and walked away, eager to go the fuck to sleep & forget today. As I opened my car door, I could feel & hear her standing once again, looking over at me shaking her head “Fuck you, dude.” She said with balled fists, as she turned and walked away with heavy footsteps.

I just watched her walk away until she was out of sight before I sat in my car, locked my door & drove home in silence.

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