Delivery

The delivery was here, I could tell. I flung open the door to reveal a delivery man, a package under his arm and his finger a few centimetres away from the doorbell.

“Um…hi…I have a package for a Taylor Sh…sh…shimma…please sign here.” I flung a pen from across the room to myself, “Wait how…”

“Don’t question it, thanks bye.” I pushed the clipboard back into his dumbfounded face and shut the door. Fuck yeah the package was here, but I couldn’t open it yet. I had something I needed to sort out. Walking into my bedroom I floated the package into the kitchen. In my bedroom was a suited man, black and blue. It’s because I beat him up, it was awesome. A small twitch from his hand made me know he was conscious.

“Wh- oh shit you beat me didn’t you,” He said, still groggy from the aforementioned beating.

“Yeah, hi, Taylor Shimmagruengreushe, but of course you knew that didn’t you.”

He tried getting up but I chopped my hand into one of his more noticeable bruises, forcing him back down, “SHIT!” he screamed.

“You knew my name because you had it and my face in your wallet…you were sent here to kill me or stalk me. Either way that’s some creepy shit, dude.”

He sighed a deep sigh, what the fuck was I boring him? “Am I boring you? I could make things more exciting for you.”

“No wait, I know you’re going to torture me for information about who sent me so I’m just preparing mentally.”

I was taken aback, “Dude, you know what the Geneva convention is? I’m not going to torture you. All I’m going to do is beat you up until you give me the information you know.”

“That IS torture, Jesus Christ how did I lose to you.”

“Shut up!” I said, slapping his bruise again, “I like your feisty attitude so I’m not going to beat you up, but I probably will have to keep you prisoner here for a while. Can’t have killers running about, y’know?”