“What do you want?” I answer the call.
Are those tears coming down my cheeks?
“Hello, Bonnie.”
I shudder at the noise of his disguised voice and blink at the ceiling, trying to get enough of a breath to speak. However, a noise evacuates my throat that I can’t stop. I clasp my hand over my mouth, but he catches it.
“Aw… are you okay?” He laughs. “That was a fun little taste this weekend, wasn’t it?”
“Fuck you,” I manage, spit spilling from my lips. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I want,” he says. “Did my hard cock not tell you the other night? You looked so cute trying to run away from me.”
I shut my eyes as the memory floods.
The fight. The struggle. The breaking mirror.
Frozen on my back and staring at an unforgiving ceiling, the pressure—
“Leave me alone,” I sob.
Please leave me alone.
Stop calling.
I don’t know what I’ve done.
“But this is so much more fun,” he taunts.
I sniff back my tears and wipe my face. “Do you want money?” I ask. “I can get you money. I can get whatever. Just leave—”
I scream, entire body jumping as my front door opens and shuts within the same second.
Keys toss on the counter.
A covered body slides to its knees in front of me.
And my stalker snatches the phone out of my hand.
“You’re done talking to Bonnie,” she says through her own voice changer. “Talk to me. It’s me you want, right?”
She’s here.
I can’t tell if I feel better with her here or not.
This cannot be happening.
“Oh, hellolittle stalker,” he says. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
The room is spinning.
“It’s me. No more games,” she says. “If you want me, you can find me.”
Vomit rises in the back of my throat. My stomach feels like it’s about to flip. I can’t breathe, chest heavingover and over and—
“Don’t worry,” he says. “We will.”
The line goes dead.
