I woke up to a heavy pounding on my door. In hindsight, I should have just gone right back to sleep. Just kept my head down, but another 3 room shaking knocks told me it wasn't an option.

I rolled off the couch and on to the floor with a thud. Crawling to my feet, I stumbled over the beer cans from last night on my way to the door. I peered through the peephole, ever suspicious of anyone who knocked. My heart dropped.

Madeline.

Madeline was my giant, bitchy, redheaded neighbor. I say giant, but maybe that isn't fair seeing as how I'm below average height at only 5'4 115lbs. Madeline on the other hand was at least 6'1. I'm not good with guessing weight, and I knew better than to ask, but If I was at gunpoint, I'd say North of 180lbs. From the times that I had been forced to be in close proximity to her, I couldn't help but notice that her feet were no less than a few sizes bigger than mine. Her thighs were at least twice as big as my little twigs and her torso made me look like a pencil. Now she was outside my door and she looked pissed. Still I opened the door.

Immediately I was pushed a few steps back by a big hand in my chest. I looked down do see a piece of yellow paper in her fist.

"What's this?" I asked, confused.

"It's a fucking towing bill!" She shouted at me. I couldn't help but wince as her morning breath washed over me.

"Oh don't give me that shit!" She spat in response to my reaction.

"What's this about? I don't even own a car. . . "

"It's MY towing bill stupid!" She yelled, taking a step closer to me. She was halfway through my doorway now.

My face must have told her I didn't get where she was going with this.

"Last night, your little dick head friend parked in my spot, and since Mrs. Davis is back from Virginia, I couldn't use her spot and had to park in the fucking street! My car got towed in the middle of the night, and I had to call a fucking uber to get to work right now!

I had to fight the urge to mouth off to her. I really did. While trolling WAS one of my favorite pass times. Trolling this angry red hair giant here and now, seemed like a great way to get my face punched in, so I respectfully handed the bill back to her.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that, I'll tell Jesse to park somewhere else next time." I told her calmly, before trying to close my door.

The next thing I knew, the bill was plastered to my face, before Madeline followed through, shoving me to the ground.

"I'm here because you're paying the bill you little shit! YOUR friend parked in MY spot, so it's only fair that YOU pay to get my fucking car back!" She screamed, standing over me now, fully in my apartment.

"You better have it back here by the time I get home from work, or you're finished! 10 hours. Plenty of time for even a fuck up like you!" She shouted, before tossing the key to her car on my stomach and stepping out of my apartment, slamming the door behind her.

"Jesus Christ, what a fucking bitch!" I said to myself as I managed to stand.

I looked down at the bill on the floor.

[$248.63]

This really wasn't what I needed at this point. Yes I had the money, but I was saving it for bigger and better things. I pondered what Madeline might actually do to me if I dared to not get her car back.

1: being twice my size and what felt like 3 times as strong, the physical damage would most likely be note worthy.

2:my reputation. Seeing as how we were both YouTubers, she could try to expose me on her channel for not doing the right thing. . . . Or. . . . Or!

I could totally turn the tables on her! If I could envoke her rage on camera, it would paint a slightly different picture for all of her adoring subscribers. See, Madeline's channel was a wellness/asmr/lifestyle type channel. She was always super cheerful and kind hearted in her videos. Not that I watched a ton of them, but when I had moved in 6 months ago, while she had greeted me the first time, she talked me into subscribing to her.

I admit that I had only done it because she was hot as fuck, but in the back of my mind, it was also a way to keep tabs on things she might say about me if I happened to piss her off.

I pondered this for a second as I went to my room and got dressed for the day. I threw on my usual attire of a t-shirt, shorts, and slip on shoes and headed outside on to the walkway for my second floor apartment. I stepped into the beautiful Florida sunshine and walked past Madeline's apartment on my way to the stairs. For a moment I contemplated just sticking the bill to her door and walking away, but her threat actually made me think twice.

Checking my phone, I saw that it read 8:15. I was pretty sure that the towing place was open, but my pride wouldn't let me go there first thing in the morning because "fuck madeline!"

Walking down the stairs, I grabbed my bike from the rack, unlocking it and wheeling it out into the street. I jumped on and headed down the block to my favorite breakfast spot to get coffee and something to eat.

I managed to kill an hour and a half bullshitting with my friend Javier, who was an employee at the shop, before I headed back to my apartment. Flopping down on my couch, I picked up my controller, and logged back into my game.

I burned another 3 hours on my game, completing various missions and getting my stats up. It made for some good YouTube content and when I was finished, I went about the lengthy process of uploading the footage. I let my computer do it's thing, and left to go handle Madeline's bullshit.

Studying the towing bill, I got the address and took off on my bike. It took me 45 minutes to get there and by the time I did, I was exhausted. I walked into the main office and was greeted by a thick Cuban woman behind the desk.


"What can I do for you?" She asked, nicely.

It took me a second of fishing in my pocket, but I finally found the bill and handed it to her. She typed it into the system and I reluctantly handed over the cash to pay for it. She pointed me in the direction of "Lot C" and went back to whatever she had been doing.

Out in the lot, I found her car, A year old Ford focus RS and showed the yard employee the receipt for the release. I rolled my bike up to it, folded down her seats and carefully slid it in through the hatch.


I opened the drivers door and sat down, looking around the cabin. The first thing I noticed was that it reeked of fruity lotion in there. . . . Ridiculous. Second, her seat was so far back that my feet couldn't even touch the pedals. It further drove home the fact that either I was incredibly tiny. . . Or she was very much large.

Either way, there was only one problem left to solve. . . . The car was a stick shift. . .

Sure, I had driven manual cars on video games, but never in real life. This really wasn't the greatest time to be learning, but I didn't have much choice.

Getting her car home was way more of a struggle than it should have been. A full hour later, I finally pulled into Madeline's parking spot. I unloaded my bike, chaining it back up, and decided to lay out by the pool. It wasn't long before I drifted off.

"Hey! Shithead! Wake up!"

I heard the voice. . . And I knew who it belonged to. . . But the tone was less than friendly so I decided to keep my eyes closed. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the deck chair I was laying on was flipped over like it weighed nothing and I was dumped roughly on to the concrete.

"What the fuck!" I screamed as I picked my face up off the ground pavement.

A second later, I felt a pointy toed shoe in my ribs and I was flipped over onto my back. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at Madeline, still in her work uniform.

I could tell she was angry, but it was nowhere near as mad as I was. I went to stand but my chest was met with a wide, high heel and I was pressed back into the dirt, her stiletto digging into my sternum.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I gasped, clutching her calf.

"You little. . . Cockroach!" Madeline hissed at me.

"I brought your car back! Get the hell off of me!" I shouted.

By now, neighbors were gathering on the balcony. They watched on as the red haired amazon assaulted me next to the pool.

"Yeah, you brought it back. . . With the fucking check engine light on, and your fucking bike grease on my seats." She said, her voice quiet and calm. She dug her heel in as she said it.

I could do nothing but writhe in pain as she ground me underfoot. The pain shot through my chest and out my back. I tried to speak, but the air was jammed in my lungs. I prayed that one of the worthless neighbors would intervene, but they all proved to be more afraid of Madeline than they were, sympathetic of my plight.

"Now my car needs to go to the dealership to see what the hell you wrecked on it! And guess who's paying for that!" She finished, finally lifting her foot from my chest just as my face began to change color. I rolled on to my side coughing.

"Fuck you!" I sputtered, trying to hold on to a shred of dignity.

I could see in her eyes that she really wanted me right back under her heel, but she looked around and noticed the bystanders that had gathered. Instead, she knelt over me and grabbed me by my shirt, pulling me to her face.

"You're mine, you little weasel! All weekend! " was all she said, before shoving me back down and standing up.

She stood up and straightened her dress, before she turned and walked up the stairs to her apartment.

I layed there for a while, just breathing. I knew Madeline was a stuckup bitch, but I never would have thought in a million years that she was a violent psycho. The pain in my chest hadn't  faded in the least, and I suspected she may have either bruised or fractured the bone.

"What did you do to piss HER off?" A voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked up, and saw the older man from one of the apartments on ground level, reaching out to help me to my feet. I accepted his help.

"It's a long story." Was all I said, as I kicked the flipped chair out of my way and went to my own apartment.

As I sat down on my couch and picked up my controller, Madeline's words played over in my mind. I didn't know what she meant by it, but at this point, I didn't really know what she was capable of. I had been on the receiving end of two beat downs in the last 12 hours at her hands. I tried to block out the thought, becoming emersed in my game until at some point, I passed out on the couch.


Sometime later, I woke up to a random noise by my apartment door. It was pitch black, except for the glow of the tv screen. I listened, trying to figure out what the noise was.

Nothing.


"It must have been a neighbor." I thought to myself, before closing my eyes again. . . .



"Gotcha!" Was all I heard, before I opened my eyes. The last thing I saw was Madeline rushing from the darkness with a white cloth in her hand. I could only flinch as she lept, her weight crashing into me, before she smashed the cloth to my face, and it all went black.