For a freaking insane person.
Jesus Christ, I swear I’m usually much more rational than this. Much more careful. Much more… less crazy?
Great, now I’m losing the ability to form sentences.
So, maybe I should have told the guys.
Or maybe I should just have myself institutionalized.
At this point, I may as well just flip a coin to choose which way to go because I clearly can’t be trusted to make the decision.
Just when I think I’m all clear and have made it home in one piece, a figure steps in front of me as I approach the doorway of the building.
I freeze, my heart stopping in my chest as I take in the all too familiar man standing in front of me.
Like last time, he’s wearing all black with his hood pulled up over his hair, the glow of the purple mask seemingly brighter than before without the lighting of the club making is seem dull.
“Hello, love,” he says, the voice modulator making his words sound sinister and sending a shiver through me.
“Wh-what do you want from me?” I stutter.
He tilts his head as he stares at me, seemingly confused by my question.
“I don’t want anything from you,” he states, and then makes a noise as though he clicked his tongue but the modulator distorted it. “Well… that’s not true. I just want you, Gracie. All of you. I always have.”
I blink at him, trying to process his words but they’re not making sense.
“Always? How could you have always wanted me? We met a week ago.”
He approaches me slowly, his hands raised as though he’s approaching a wild animal, and I know I should run, should shout for help, should do something, anything at all, but I’m rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but stare at him.
He reaches me, and I’m still frozen where I stand when he reaches out with his gloved hand and pinches my chin between two fingers, forcing me to tilt my head to look up at him.
“Just because you met me like this a week ago doesn’t mean we don’t already know each other, love. Just because this is all new to you doesn’t mean it’s new for me. I’ve always wanted you, Gracie. You’ve always been mine, you just didn’t know it yet.”
I suck in a sharp breath as I process what he’s saying. I already know him, but who is he?
“If that’s the case, then why do it like this? Why not just ask me out or tell me who you were after the night of the club? Or any day since then? What’s with all the secrecy and creepy stalker behavior?” I snap, my tension rising.
This guy is infuriating and fucking delusional.
He chuckles, and it sounds disturbingly deep. Another shiver wracks through me, though this time I’m not sure if it’s from fear or something else.
“You’re not ready to know the truth yet babe, but soon. I promise.”
Oh, fuck this. I’m done with this shit.
I sidestep him and storm towards the building, shaking my head in frustration.
But I forgot rule number one when the guys taught me how to protect myself.
Never turn your back on your attacker.
Just as I reach the door to the building, a hand wraps around my front and my back slams against a hard chest, my takeout bag clattering to the floor, but it luckily stays upright.
Not the thing you should be worried about right now.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, love,” he murmurs against my ear, and I whimper. “I know you’re scared. I also know you’re more scared of yourself than you are of me, and it’s fucking you up, up here.” He taps my temple with his free hand. “But all you have to do is just feel, babe. All you have to do is just let go and let me give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I can guarantee that I know you better than anyone, Gracie, and I know what you want. What you need.”
