I walked down the street with Chris. He'd make a joke or two and I would laugh. Today seemed to be going perfectly but I couldn't help but feel like something felt off. I ignored my gut feeling and continued forward with Chris. His blue eyes enchanted me as I looked up into them as he spoke about his soccer team and what they had done at a party last month. I shivered a bit as he talked and almost instantly he took off his jacket and wrapped it around me.
"It's December." He reminded me. "You need to dress warmer." He said with a chuckle "how many times did I tell you that El?" I just laughed a bit.
"Your right.. I guess I just wasn't expecting going out today." I looked at my feet and stomped my feet a bit to show my foot prints as well as his. "But you know it's not everyday that I get asked out on a date by my best friend so.. I kinda hurried getting out the door." I peaked up at him with a bit of a sly smile.
He laughed. "Well.. I can say I made an excellent choice inviting you out. You look amazing in my clothes.. And maybe someday you should come over and you can try on some more... Or maybe take some off?" He raised his eye brow at me and made a devilish smirk.
I smirked as well and lifted my head so he could see my whole face. "In your dreams lover boy." I teased.
He smiled, "not even after dinner..?"
"Depends are you paying." I joked. I could see my apartment building stairs growing closer and before I knew it I was reluctantly climbing them with Chris.
"Man I wish this day wasn't ending so quickly. It was just too much fun." He said with a smile.
"Well then maybe we should have more." I said as we reach my door, the second one down from the stairs. I whipped around to face him as I spoke.
His smile grew wide. "Then how about Tuesday.. Neither of us are going to be in our classes working and I know you don't have plans since you'll probably be at home writing new lyrics or sleeping."
I laughed and thought, Probably. It seemed he could hear my inner thoughts.
"And now I'm giving you more of a warning meaning you need to dress properly."
I smiled as he said that I slipped off his jacket and held it out to him. He seemed like the cold one out of the two of us now. "Well maybe if you did." I said as he snatched the jacket out of my hands.
"Ha. Ha." He said sarcastically. He put his jacket on. "So.. Uh see you Tuesday..?" He asked calming his face from a slightly agitated one to calm smile.
"Tuesday.." I said as his calm smile spread to my face.
Unexpectedly Chris leaned down and gave me a small kiss on the lips. When he lifted away I couldn't help but feel like this was a moment out of those cheesy romance movies and I couldn't help but love it. I had know Chris for a long time and had a crush on him for even longer. Of course I dated people in between that but it felt like I was dreaming.
Chris smiled at my expression, not laughing at me but more of a way as if he was saying he understood. "Eight.." He mumbled. "I'll pick you up at eight. On Tuesday that is." He said.
I nodded. "O-ok.." I stuttered at first and quickly cleared my throat. "Ok." I repeated. "Eight it is.. We going to dinner..?" I said with a smile.
He clicked his tongue. "It's a surprise, so I'm not telling you anything." He said as he backed up more and began heading back to the stairs. He knew I was persistent and would beg him to tell me and eventually he would crack. that's how it worked when we were in high school and middle school and it still worked now.
I smiled. "You'll tell me eventually!" I called to him.
"Yep! On Tuesday!" He yelled back already halfway down the steps due to his long stride.
"Ugh! Fine.." I yelled going to the railing. Leaned on the ice cold bars and watched him walk away. After a few seconds I called out to him again. "Be careful on your way home!"
I couldn't hear him but I could tell he was laughing. He waved then turned to call out. "Get inside you idiot it's cold!" He called out from down the street.
I laughed to myself now as I stepped away from the railing. I went to my door and unconsciously turned the handle. I figured it wouldn't open but... It did. It swung open and I stared at it for a second.
"Didn't I lock this..?" I asked myself out loud. I felt my stomach tighten. I then quickly shook my head.
"Stupid you just probably forgot to lock it like always. You were excited." I said as I slapped my now red cheeks. I then entered my house and closed my door.
Haaaaa heat, I thought in my head. I set my small backpack onto the shelf near my entry. Then took off my jacket hanging it on the hooks on the wall. I sat on the small chair and pulled off my boots next. I set them neatly on the floor.
I then stood up and headed to my bedroom to change. I looked around at my room which had been consumed by my closet. I picked up pieces of clothing on the ground and loosely separated them to sections of my room, from ew-this-smells-terrible to this-doesn't-smell-too-bad. I grabbed some night pants and a shirt from the this-doesn't-smell-too-bad section and quickly threw them on. I then went out to the living room for some vegging time.
I collapsed onto the couch and then went to turn on the tv. When I reached for the remote to the tv I paused. There was a envelope with my name neatly written in cursive on it. That tight stomach now felt like a pit. I don't remember this thing and I sure as hell know now that I locked my door.
I slowly stood. And as soon as I was completely on my feet I grabbed the nearest thing to defend myself with. Sadly, it was nothing but a shoe and probably wouldn't help but it comforted me. I quickly ran over to my front door and unlocked it in case I needed an escape. I then traded my shoe for an umbrella and gulped.
I mentally prepared myself and began to search around my apartment. I went to my bedroom first and checked under the bed and in the closet that was filled with clothes I never wear.
Nothing.
Next I went to the bathroom. I checked behind the shower curtain and under the sink.
Nothing.
I then really surveyed the kitchen and living room.
Nothing.
I then made my stride as long as possible and went to my door. I locked it quickly and then went to the window and closed the curtains. I had never really closed those curtains before but now that it was dark and I was scared. I felt I couldn't live with them open. I walked over to my couch again and sat down.
I set my umbrella down next to me and hesitantly reach out for the letter as if it could come alive and bite my fingers off. I slowly picked it off the table and soon held it in both my hands. For a moment I just stared at the envelope as if it held the key to life itself inside. I then flipped it over to the back and looked at the sticker that held the envelope shut. A small, pink heart with the word love in it. It made the warm room now feel cold. It sent shivers down my spine and brought a horrible pounding to my heart.
It suddenly felt like those moments that happened only minutes ago were all a dream. I tore the heart in half as I opened the envelope. I then slowly pulled out the piece of paper inside. I unfolded the letter and looked at the name first.
Tearin
My heart sped up only to go faster, my fear rose and I felt like I would die. Tearin was a psycho I broke up with two months ago. A controlling and abusive guy that was super insecure. He told me to stop seeing my friends and that he would lock me up if he could. He even gave me a black eye once. I felt like I was going to cry in fear. This guy was scary.
I took a deep breath and tried to give myself courage. I then looked down and read.
"My dearest El,
It seems we have grown apart a bit. I know you are still angry at me for what I had said last time. But I know we both truly love each other."
I was trembling at this point and I bit my lip as I continued reading.
"Although this is true, I still have a feeling you are doing unjust things, such as cheating on me."
Cheating wasn't possible when you broke up right..? Does this guy still think we are dating.. I thought to my self. I had to break this up and add comments or I think I would lose control.
"Your lock is still so easy to pick though, love and I believe I've heard to mumble about a man named Chris in your sleep. And even though I do love your peaceful face as you sleep I can not stand you happily dreaming about another man when we both know you only love me."
I shrunk a bit. What was this? Who would really think any of this was ok. Watching me sleep..? What does this mean..? Does this mean Tearin has been in my house while I wasn't aware and while I was sleeping..?
I continued.
"I wrote this letter today though because I saw you happily prancing about your bedroom searching for clothing to look good in. I shouldn't have trusted you while you were angry. You tend to do such cruel things. But after he has brought you home I shall visit-"
I stopped there. I didn't want this psycho anywhere near me. He still thinks we are dating and if he's watching me doesn't that mean he's stalking me too? That means he saw Chris and I kiss right? I began to panic. What if Chris got hurt? What should I do if Tearin does really come over? What if-
All my panic turned into a frozen kind of panic when I heard my lock click. I slowly reached for my umbrella as I peaked over to look. I only heard the bang of the door hitting the small shelve unit I have set up next to it. Tearin seemed angry.
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