Chapter 4
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my mind went back to last night. Remembering the appearance of my so called stalker. He even wore hand gloves. He was totally unrecognizable, and his baggy black clothes sure doesn't help me uncover his identity. He also looked like he could be more than 6 feet; hell he looked like giant looking through the bus window compared to my pitiful 5 feet. He was radiating dominance that asshole was making sure that I knew that I was up against someone that I couldn't manage. Well we will see about that.
But wait…is he even a he? I mean for what I care it can be a tall women or...OMG an alien from outer space!
I sat up a little and took my phone from the stand. "I know that you're watching me. I've got a question."
Private number: "What?" I still can't get over the fact that this person watches/follows me 24/7.
"Are you a male, female or something complete different?"
Private number: "A male..."
Reading the message I couldn't help but click my tongue in disappointment. Why did he had to be male? I prefer an alien they would be able to click more with me since I'm a weird person.
I pouted a little.
Private number: "Why are you making that face? Don't tell me that you're gay because I know that you're not and if you're going to claim to be one then I don't have a choice but to kill off every female that you'll be making contact with."
I frowned. Why the fuck does he always have to kill someone off for something so stupid!?
"Um no, I am not gay I just hoped that you were an alien and can you stop threating me by killing people off?"
Private number: "Lol the only way for me to stop killing people off is by keeping you safely locked up in our house on an island far away from anything that may try to take you away from me."
"I'm just going to pretend like I didn't read that also I'm going to the convenient store." I took my tracking suit with me to the bathroom. The bathroom became my sanctuary since the day that I knew that he didn't install anything in the bathroom. Saying something about how he wanted to keep me as a 'surprise' for our night. Gross…
I came out of the bathroom wearing my black tracksuit with my hair in a high bun. Lazy look completed and let's not forget to take the cursed phone with us.
"I'm going!" I yelled knowing that he could hear me.
Again I felt the phone buzz, but I just ignored it. I need some alone time, away from the craziness that has been happening around me.
To be honest I don't really live in a safe neighborhood if you know what I mean, so you can say that the way towards the convenience store not really an enjoyable walk was. There are too many dark alleys, it wouldn't really surprise me if my stalker decides to kill me in this area.
I hugged myself in a weak attempt to make me feel safe and warm. I just got to walk fast.
As I entered the shop I wondered what I should buy. I only went here because I couldn't stand to be any longer in my own apartment.
After walking around I decided to just buy stuff to make breakfast since I pretty much got nothing at home. I saw a frooty loops box shining in front me. I was about to grab it when someone dared to take it away from me and it was the last one too!
I snapped my head to glare at the person that obviously tried to make me starve only to land my eyes on two piercing clear blue sky eyes. The man in front of me was six feet two, had silky onyx black hair and was buff. I mean his poor black suit was about to ripped apart from all those muscles. He just oozed out sex god.
I couldn't help but gape at him. "Oh my god."
"That means something good, I hope?" He said while smirking at my behavior. Even his voice sounded godly deep. It made my body turn into pudding.
I gave myself a mental slap to wake up and looked at him. "No.. I mean yes, I mean...ugh never mind" " I facepalmed myself in an attempt to hide my embarrassing self.
"It's alright." He chuckled. "Did you perhaps want this? I was in a rush and didn't realize that someone else was going for this." He said looking apologetic.
"N-no it's okay, you can have it." I smiled awkwardly.
He just stared at me for a while. I don't know why but it felt like he was caressing my whole body and I couldn't help but shiver from it. I saw the corner of his mouth going up indicating that he was enjoying my reactions. My face couldn't help but turn into 50 shades of red. Good going April you just had to embarrass yourself like that.
He closed in the space between us, hunched forward close to my ears and whispered "You know what? How about you give me your name and you'll have this frooty loops and I'll even pay for it."
At this point I felt feverish from the interaction and backed away immediately.
I covered my ear that started to heat up from his hot breath. "E-excuse me, but you're unnecessary close for my comfort, also I can pay just fine for myself. So how about you just give the frooty loops to me and I'll be just on my way?" I smiled politely and reached out my hand to receive the box.
He just smiled and held the box above his head so that I wouldn't be able to reach it with my small body. "Name." He said with more authority this time.
What the hell is up with him!? And now that I take a closer look at him something wasn't right. Like I said before I don't really live in a safe neighborhood that also mean not well off, but what the hell is a man in an expensive looking design suit doing in a cheap convenience store? And I sure haven't seen his face here before. I could be reading in to this too much but still…
I squinted my eyes suspiciously at him, turned around and took the first best cereal that I saw. "It was nice meeting you, but I got no time for this." I said.
Immediately he stepped in front of me cutting my escape route. I didn't let it get to me and just side stepped him ignoring his presence. With his long arms that were made for his tall, broad build he grabbed my arm.
The electricity that shot through my arms from his hand made the rhythm of my heart speed up. I tried to ignore the power that he had over me and glanced up at him with a glare, but that flattered away immediately the moment I looked into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Even though he said that and looked apologetic I couldn't ignore this uncomfortable feeling that I felt in the pit of my stomach. The way he looks at me makes me feel like there's no escape from him and that he's dangerous and I trust my stomach.
I slowly nodded and pulled my arm away rubbing the burning place that he had touched.
"Y-Yeah, sure, no problem."
"Did I hurt you?" He asked worried evidence in his voice while he came closer to me again to check if I'm really okay. I evaded his touch and looked down at our feet. Damn even my feet looks small compared to his.
"N-No, you didn't. It's just that everywhere you touch gets hot and it makes me feel weird." What did I just say!? My eyes widens in realization of the stupid mistake that I just made.
"I'm going to leave now." Not able to withstand the embarrassment I went to the clerk to pay for my cereal and left the convenience store at the speed of light.
As I walked on the way home I couldn't help but bash myself for what just happened. "Ugh! Why did I say that!? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should just find somewhere to be buried and take this shame with me to the grave. I mean why couldn't I just talk normally? He wasn't that godly handsome either! Even with those bulky muscles that were fighting for air through those tight clothes and that beautiful unruly black hair of his and his low but husky voice....
I need Netflix, yep absolutely. I'm going to watch some series with handsome hunks and just wash him away from my memories. What a good thing that I don't know is name.
As I stepped inside of my apartment I was welcomed by darkness.
"Finally...home." I mumbled under my breath. I pulled out my phone and as soon as I looked at the screen I saw the words that would wake me up forever.
Private number: "They are DEAD."
Bloody hell! I forgot about my psychopathic homicidal stalker! He for sure listened in to the conversation that I had with that man.
I felt my hand vibrate from the phone.
Private number: "So NOW you want to look at your phone. Well I'm already on my way to kill them. Hmm...who should I kill first your bestie? Nah let's start with that fucking player of hers."
I felt every ounce in my body turning cold. The thought of the people that I love being mutilated made me slowly hyperventilate.
