"Listen, John. I invited you over to watch a movie with me and nothing else. I made that clear when I texted you. You are not getting laid tonight, so if that is an issue, I must ask you to leave." His face scrunched up, and his cheeks turned red. I can see his fists clenched in his lap.
WTF! Is this guy going to try and rape me?
The thought makes my heart thud loudly in my chest. I feel the sweat pooling under my neck. My skin is cold and clammy even though it is summer.
Keep your cool, Kit; you don't want him going crazy.
"You know, Kitlyn," he hissed between clenched teeth. "You're a fucking cocktease. I always give in to you when you call me to get laid, but now that I need it, the answer is no. That really pisses me off!"
Before I could react, he reached out and grabbed the back of my head, forcefully pulling me towards him. He pressed his mouth to my lips, stabbing at me with his gross, dry tongue. We only kissed once, and it was barely for two seconds the first time we had sex. I didn't enjoy it at all.
I found it too personal, and it disgusted me. I brought my hand up to his chest, trying to push him away. He pulled back, laughing in my face. I have never seen this side of him.
Oh my god! Ishemy stalker??
The thought sobered me as if I were being immersed in a tub of ice-cold water, making my insides knot up. Panicking, I pushed him harder. Even though he was thin, he was still stronger than me.
He pulled me toward him more forcefully, squeezing my head tighter. With as much strength as I could muster, I held him off with one arm while I felt around under the cushion to reach for my gun with the other.
It’s now or never, so I pushed him with all my might, using most of my body weight. He fell back against the arm of the couch just long enough for me to remove the weapon. I lift it and point it at him. My eyes were ablaze with anger. I could feel the heat warming my cheeks as I yelled.
" You motherfucker. Stand up now!"
He wasn’t laughing anymore. He raised his hands in surrender and stood up slowly. I would do the same if I were staring down the barrel of a 38. He swallowed hard while keeping his eyes focused on mine.
"Whoa, Kit. Look, I’m sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please don't shoot."
He kept his hands in the air while talking to me as calmly as possible. The color drained from his face. "Kitlyn, I won't do anything to you. I swear to God."
I yelled at him....totally pissed off.
" You bet your ass you're not going to do anything, motherfucker. So help me; I will blow your brains out all over this floor if you try!"
He kept his hands in the air, trying to talk me into letting him go. "I just want to go home, and we can forget this happened. What do you say, Kit?”
I jumped off the couch, holding the gun level to his head. I spat the words out like they were poison on my tongue.
"Fuck you, asshole. Grab your cell out of your pocket and dial 911." He looked at me as if he just saw a ghost.
"Kit, please-" I cut him off before he could finish.
"I said call 911 and put it on speaker. You are going to jail, buddy. I think you're the one who's been stalking me these past few months. It is you, isn't it?"
He looked confused, shaking his head.
"What the hell are you talking about? I lost control tonight, but I am not a stalker."
I kept the gun aimed at him while my heart continued to pound in my chest. I can feel my nerves playing ping-pong in my stomach as I hold the weapon. My hands were a little shaky, but not enough for him to notice.
" I said, call 911. NOW!!!"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He looked like he was going to shit his pants.
"OK...OK...Calm down." His hands were shaking as he dialed the number. The operator picked up.
"911, what’s your emergency?"
I held the weapon in a firm grip, although I was still nervous as hell. I hollered into the speaker.
