"You know my grandmothers name was Lilias."
"Oh you go by Lili, my grandmother did too."
"Hey, Ive never heard anyone else called Lilias besides my grandmother. What a beautiful name."
"lilias is a cool name, is that your boyfriend and you making all that noise?"
"Hey, uh you have a cool name, but you need to keep it down."
"Lilias, right? Hey uh, I don't want to embarrass you, but you keep me up all night."
"Hey Lady, I work for a living, so uh..yeah."
"Hey I don't give a shit what you want to be called, I'm calling you a rude cunt."
"Oh your is name Lilias, is his name Samson? You know from the Bible you obnoxious bitch."
"There is a story in the Bible where a wicked woman could not be quite -having sex all night long. Is that story about you? Her name was Lilias."
We met in the stairwell.
"Did you throw something at the ceiling this morning?"
I looked down.
"Stop listening to me fuck weirdo. Go sleep on your couch if it bothers you."
I was frozen in fear; I could not believe she was confronting me. I have played this moment over in my head 53 times. She just said fuck.
I mumbled.
"What did you say to me?" she said loudly.
I never noticed how intricate the wood trim was around the floor.
"What kind of name is Lilias?" I said.
I heard Old Man Harkins door being unlocked.
"How do you know my name? God you are creepy," she started to walk up the stairs.
"Sam, my boyfriend already doesn't like you staring all the time. You need to watch your back."
"Ok."
Mr. Harkins walked out and yelled, "Harlot," as she slammed her door.
There was a waterfall in my stomach. I want to be away from this place forever.
"She is something else. I heard the way she was talking to you. You did what was right, Brad, by not playing into her little game. Come inside I want to tell you a story about when I was your age."
