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Post by mala1152 on Jul 25, 2011 17:19:37 GMT -5
Hello all! this is the sequel to "The Secret," and i think i should forewarn you all that its a bit ... um... different than what i usually write. if you dont like it, id still be glad to see comments. also, this story is the longest ive written so far, (its about 70 pages on a microsoft word document) so bear with me! anyway, enough of me warning you about the possible downsides to my story... why dont you tell me what you think of the first post?! without further ado, i give you... "The Unknown."
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Post by mala1152 on Jul 25, 2011 17:23:01 GMT -5
Chapter 1
“Molls?” called Riley from our dorm room. “Can you come here for a sec?” I closed the door, which I had just walked through, and walked briskly to our two-person dorm room. “Sure, what do ya need?” I asked. Riley, my five-foot-three best friend, stood erect, her bright red head sweeping the room. Her eyes landed upon her bed, my bed, two laptops atop a desk overlooking the school, two sets of disheveled drawers, a tiny closet, a small couch that acted as our living room, and the door to a small white bathroom. Clothes that were usually strewn everywhere were now packed in a suitcase on Riley’s bed, but her other decorations and belongings stayed scattered throughout the room. “What I need,” she began slowly, overturning a nearly empty hamper, “Is to find my wallet. How am I supposed to get home with no money or driver’s license?!” I laughed at her unnecessary anxiety. “Riles, chill, it-” “Don’t tell me to chill, I’m leavin’ in two days, and I haven’t seen my wallet in forever!” “It’s right here,” I smiled, holding it up to her face, which exploded with relief. “You let me borrow some money the other night. For dinner? Remember?” Her confused expression was always comical, and at that moment, I had to resist very hard letting out a good, hearty laugh. At last, the memory dawned on her, and she shrugged her shoulders. I merely shook my head as she calmly counted the money left in her wallet; such fuss at first, and now she acted as if it were insignificant! “So how was dinner the other night?” Riley asked, wagging her eyebrows at me. “It was good,” I answered, blushing in delight. “It had better be good – you cost me thirty pounds!” she said, inspecting the missing money from her noticeably lighter wallet. I blanched. “Uhhhhh… yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t really notice.” In all honesty, I hadn’t noticed. My dinner the other night had been with Damian at a local Italian place. Being with him made me forget about such seemingly insignificant things such as money. I saw Damian more than I had hoped when I decided to go to Holy Cross College, a little over an hour away from home. It was far enough away that I could go back home a few times a month, but still had to stay in a dorm on campus. Riley, whose classes were Monday through Thursday, often visited on weekends, like this. Damian lived a little closer to my school than my parents, about 40 minutes away (30 to 35, if I sped). That allowed for us to see each other during school, and meeting halfway was something we did on a regular basis. More recently, however, he had been popping up around Holy Cross since his school was on a break. No complaints there… I continued thinking of the serendipitous event meeting Damian had been. It had all started in a Starbucks six months ago, when I was going through a rough time trying to get over my previous boyfriend Danny’s death. Being with Damian made me feel happier than I had been in a long time, and vastly improved my outlook on a lot of things. When he left for three months for his Celtic Thunder tour, my depression slightly worsened, but I received some counseling from a psychologist my mom knew and was much better. That, however, I kept from him; for all he knew, I was chipper and bright when he returned just because I started to move on. There was no reason for him to know about such an insignificant aspect of my life while he was gone, especially one that barely went on for a month. Shaking my head of those thoughts, I stared lazily into the mirror, daydreaming. My mind traveled backward in time, to a few nights ago when Damian and I were at dinner. Most of my newest happiest memories involved Damian, and spending time with him the other night was no exception. We talked and laughed, just as we always do; and when he kissed me, it set electricity flowing through my body. It was so nice… “Helllloooo! Earth to Molly McClanahan!” shouted Riley, snapping me out of my daydream. “What what what?!” I demanded, annoyed. I was thoroughly enjoying myself up to that point! “Did you honestly not just hear what I said?” she asked. “Obviously not! Now what?” “I asked you if you wanna come home with me this weekend.” I shook my head as she asked. Nevertheless, she continued. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay here by yourself? I know you’ve been a bit … on edge lately.” I sighed. Her explanation of “on edge” didn’t even begin to describe it. “Riles, I’ll be fine. You just pack your stuff and worry about not losing your wallet again.” “Okay,” she answered suspiciously, yet finished packing her suitcase. In contented silence, we proceeded with our separate doings for the afternoon.
its only the first post, and we still have a long way to go! its not as much of a guessing game as "The Secret," the truth is revealed much earlier in the story...any thoughts yet?
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Post by mala1152 on Jul 26, 2011 16:39:10 GMT -5
we're just gettin' started!
Chapter 2
The flowers came the day before Riley left; they were tulips. The day before, they were daisies. And the day before that, they were chrysanthemums. And the day before that, they were daffodils. So that Wednesday, on the eve of Riley’s departure, when she brought in the tulips, she asked her usual question. “From Damian?” One day, I vowed, I would answer her with a “yes.” For now, however, the answer was still, “No. They’re from you-know-who.” Her eyes would widen for a moment, then she would nod her head in understanding. That day was no different. I picked up the flowers and dropped them unceremoniously in the trash can next to the desk, along with the daisies and various other flowers from the week. The only positive thing about receiving these flowers was the intoxicating smell they omitted that diffused throughout our dorm. Anything else, though, was just downright creepy. “When are ya gonna do somethin’ about it?” Riley asked me that day. I pondered that for a second. “What’s there to do? Nobody’s gonna think twice if he just sends me flowers every day. They’ll just think he’s a secret admirer.” “But he’s not!” she exclaimed. “He’s a stalker!” “Riley…” I chided, “He is not.” “Then what is he?” “I – I don’t really know what he is. He – he’s just a little obsessed.” “And you’re okay with that?” What kind of question was that? “No, of course not! It’s creepy, and I want him to stop, but I can’t make anybody do anything about it.” Riley just shook her head. She was just about to come back with another snappy retort when there was a knock on the door. I started to walk toward the door, but she ran there ahead of me. “Let me get it,” she insisted while I rolled my eyes. Overprotective much?! “Oh, hey, Damian,” she said, opening the door wide for him. He turned into the room; his welcoming smile was dazzling as he said, “Hey, Molls.” Damian’s ocean blue eyes were the first thing I saw when I looked at him. They were as blue as sapphires and as deep as the ocean, and they sparkled when they rested on me. His dark brown hair was as it usually was – styled so that it looked neat with a sense of craziness about it. He looked oh, so good in his jeans and ManU t-shirt, which made him look taller. His handsome face shone down at me, and he soon leaned down to give me a greeting kiss on the cheek. I smiled and hugged him in greeting. “Hey yourself,” I answered. Damian looked around our dorm room; it was the first time he had seen it. Usually, I would have cleaned up a bit, but his visit had been a surprise. Thankfully, most of Riley’s junk was packed away in her suitcase, and the room itself did not look that messy. “Goin’ somewhere?” he asked the both of us as he glanced at the suitcase on the floor. “That’d be me,” said Riley, plopping down on her bed. “I’m headed home for the weekend.” “And you’re not goin’ with her?” asked Damian. “Nah, I’ve got class.” At the gloating smirk on Damian’s face, I gave him a stern whack on the side of his head. “What?!” he asked innocently. “I saw that!” I said loudly. “Yeah, so what, I’ve got school. At least I’m not a slacker, unlike some people…” “Hey, I’m on a break!” he shouted playfully, knocking me with his elbow. Our pretend scuffle ended with a loud shriek of laughter from Riley. In response to my questioning look, she only replied, “You two are too much,” and then went off into another round of giggles. Damian and I gave each other a smile, and called a truce to our small match. We stood in silence until I jokingly asked, “Well, do ya want the grand tour?” My arms gestured broadly to the tiny dorm room, “I’d be delighted,” joked Damian. “You can get it from practically one spot,” interjected Riley. “There’s the bathroom, the closet, our beds, our desk, and the living room,” I announced, ignoring her and pointing to each respectively. “Oh, and what’s the view like?” he asked, walking over toward the desk to peer out the window. “Exciting… it’s the school.” “Well, what did ya expect?” I rolled my eyes and proceeded to slip casually under Damian’s arm. “It’s not exactly a five-star hotel, but it works.” His responding smile was dazzling. “What’s that smell?” he asked suddenly. My heart stopped. I recalled the exact moment when Damian learned of my secret before, about Danny’s death; his question paralleled that incident perfectly. What was I to do? Tell him about the mysterious guy who kept sending me flowers, or keep the truth from him like last time? I hated lying to Damian, but what was the point of telling him the truth if it would only cause him to worry? Besides, I was good at keeping secrets. “What are these from?” Damian asked as he picked up the tulips from the top of the trash. “Oh, they’re from class,” I lied, feeling awkward. I could sense Riley’s eyes staring daggers at me. “From class?” he questioned. “Yeah, my, um, bio teacher always has extra flowers from his class. We were – um… usin’ microscopes to look at them … or somethin’. Anyway, he gives the leftovers away.” “So you put them in the garbage?” asked Riley, trying to get Damian to catch me in the lie. “Well, just keep ‘em out for a few days ‘til they get old. The room’ll smell nice if you put ‘em out – there, like that!” Damian, while speaking, had wandered around the room, trying to find a place to put the bright red tulips. Finally, he found a spot on the desk, closest to my laptop, and laid them down for all to see. Wonderful. As if I needed any reminders of the lie I just told, of the hole I was digging myself into … “Great,” said Riley, springing up from the bed and bounding over to my side. “Now Mollie can see them and remember to tell her bio teacher what she’s been meaning to tell him,” she spat through gritted teeth. Damian, confused by our little glaring exchange, turned away suspiciously. Riley and I finished our silent, angry stare down, and I left her sitting on her bed. Why did she want me to tell Damian so badly? Damian, realizing Riley and I were finished, turned to me and asked, “So what’s on the agenda for today?” I could only smile at the prospect.
and now we sort of jump right into the actual plot! it gets more interesting, and the story behind the whole "stalker" business is revealed soon... anyway, in the meantime, keep the comments coming!
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Post by mala1152 on Jul 30, 2011 21:35:22 GMT -5
sorry its been a few days, my internet was down... but i hope this update is worth the wait!
Chapter 3
After a casual date at Starbucks that luckily was down the street (I doubt I would’ve survived college without it!), Damian and I began to walk hand-in-hand down the street back to my dorm. All I could think was how lucky I was to have him; we met under the most unlikely circumstances and, despite all obstacles, we somehow managed to stay together. The amounts of time we spent together were more than I could have hoped for, if I had known what I wanted in the first place. When I had those confusing and conflicting emotions about Danny’s death, I couldn’t even admit to myself that I loved Damian. It was only when I realized it that we were finally happy. “What’re you so happy smiley about?” asked Damian. “Oh, nothin’,” I replied dreamily. “Just about us, and how impossible it was for us to finally get together.” “Hey, now, none of that was me!” he exclaimed jokingly, but exchanged his attitude for seriousness. “Don’t think about it, just think of us now.” “That’s what makin’ me so happy smiley!” My laughter was infectious, for soon Damian joined in. We then walked in contented silence, our arms swinging back and forth. “Wanna race?” he asked suddenly. I stopped, releasing my grasp on his hand. We both stopped and faced each other. I turned to him as if I was going to say something, and then quickly bolted. A few seconds after I took off running, I heard Damian’s footsteps following me in pursuit. “You cheater!” he called from a good ten yards behind. My only response was laughter. It felt good to be so carefree, to be able to run and race like we were little kids. No worries, no bad memories to weigh me down – I could enjoy what I was doing. Not even the creepy flowers in my dorm could bother me now! The end was in sight, the front door of the dorm building. One more burst of speed, and I reached the front steps before Damian. I doubled over, breathless, and Damian soon joined me. “I win,” I announced. “Nuh-uh,” he retorted, “You got a head start!” “You never said I had to wait for ‘go!’” Damian stopped speaking at once; he had to admit I was right. “It’s that five-year-old logic that gets ya,” I laughed, my lungs finally refilling. “Fine, then!” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I think that, as winner, you deserve a prize.” “Oh really? And what’s the prize?” I barely got the question out before I was in Damian’s arms, his lips pressed tenderly against mine. I hooked my arms around his neck and held him close; we fit together so compatibly, it seemed we were made for each other. Pulling away when I felt slightly dazed and a little dizzy, I caught my breath and smiled up at Damian. “Do you get a consolation prize?” I joked. “Maybe later,” he responded slyly. “Hey you two lovebirds!” We turned in the direction of the voice that was clearly calling out to us; there was nobody else around to talk to. I saw a bright red head bobbing energetically; Riley was approaching, carrying a heavy green bookbag over her shoulders and her purse in her right hand. “Hey, Riles,” I greeted her. “Well, aren’t we a little excited this afternoon?” Damian asked, bemused. While Riley was still catching up to where we were standing in addition to catching her breath, I answered for her, “It’s her last class before she gets to go home.” “Ah.” “Thanks, Molls. You guys have any plans for tonight? I’m probably gonna get to bed early, so just in case I need to leave the door unlocked…” “No, I’ve gotta be headin’ back home in a bit,” Damian said. “Leavin’ so soon?” I asked sadly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in the mornin’.” “Oh, alright. Maybe then you’ll get yer consolation prize!” Damian smiled, then leaned down to give me a farewell kiss. It apparently lasted longer than I thought, for Riley soon cleared her throat obnoxiously. We broke apart grinning, my face flushed with embarrassment. “See ya tomorrow,” he said. “Bye.” As I watched him turn the corner and leave for the day, I myself turned and faced Riley. Her eyes were full of amusement, her eyebrows arched suggestively, and a maniacal half-smile dominated her expression. “What?” I asked innocently. “Nothin’.” I rolled my eyes at her. To quickly change the subject, I changed my attitude quickly and scolded, “You know you shouldn’t be asleep alone at night with the door unlocked! And after the scoldin’ you’ve been givin’ me-” “Alrigh’, alrigh’, geez, take a chill pill, woman!” Riley interjected. “You oughta know that I wouldn’t do somethin’ like that, I was just tryin’ to see if ya told Damian yet.” “Riles, there’s nothin’ to tell!” Now she was the one who rolled her eyes at me. “Molls, I know you don’t wanna worry him, but keepin’ more secrets isn’t gonna getcha anywhere.” I sighed. Unfortunately, she was right.
more to come, the chapter isnt over! also, if anyone has any ideas for a sequel to THIS story as it progresses, please pm me ASAP, as i am getting a little desperate for ideas to continue this series! it would be a shame to end it with this one... anywhooo, in the meantime, lemme see some comments! positive or negative are both welcome.
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 1, 2011 15:51:05 GMT -5
not much to say except... i hope you enjoy this update!
Chapter 3 con't
The next morning, I was up bright and early with the blaring of Riley’s alarm clock. “Ugh,” I moaned, “Why am I gettin’ up at seven in the morn when I don’t even have class?!” “I think the better question is,” said Riley, who was already up and out of bed, “Why I’m up so early just to go see my parents!” We both laughed at her joke, and I finally got up and out of bed. Something bright and red by the window caught my eye; it was the tulips from yesterday. Huffing a frustrated sigh, I stormed over to the desk, picked them up, and threw them furiously in the trash. “A wee bit angry this morn, aren’t we now?” “Don’t even start,” I warned. My eyes drooped, and I longingly glanced back at my warm, comfortable bed. “Well, I’m off,” said Riley without another jest. “See ya Monday,” I called to her, climbing back in my bed. The door creaked open, and I heard Riley’s bags being dragged across the floor. I waited for the door to shut, but the noise never came. “Uh, Mollie,” Riley called from the doorway, “I think you wanna take a look at this.” “What is it now?” Had I known what I was about to see, I would have changed my annoyed tone for a concerned one. Glancing down into the large bouquet in Riley’s arms, I saw roses, tulips, violets, lilies, carnations, and … a note. Just as always, I shut down on the outside while my insides were squirming. Worry twisted my stomach, my muscles, even my bones into terrified, painful shapes. My brain told my hand to pick up the small envelope with my name on it, but my hand did not comply. My brain was too overloaded with thoughts of worry to manage this one small physical activity. What did the note say? Why did he send it now? Did he know Damian was coming today? Did he know Damian was here yesterday? Does he know I’ll be alone, or that Riley is leaving? “Mollie, read it.” With a shaking hand, I picked up the pale yellow envelope. My name was written on the front in a thin black pen by a messy hand. Opening the envelope and taking out a white piece of paper folded perfectly in thirds, I began to read. Although my hand was shaking, I could make out perfectly what the letter said. The messy handwriting matched the writing on the envelope, but not in cursive. I read over the short message twice before I dropped the paper and took two steps backward, my eyes frozen open. “What? What did it say?” asked Riley, panicking. I was speechless. She put down her bag, bent over, and picked up the note. With a slightly wavering voice, she read the note out loud. “I dream about seeing you again. We’ll be together soon.” Riley’s eyes shot up to meet my own; they reflected my fear. “There’s no closin’,” she squeaked. “It doesn’t matter,” I said, speaking for the first time. “I know who it’s from.” We stood in the terrified silence for what seemed like an eternity. What did he mean by his words? “We’ll be together soon…” Did that mean he was watching me? If he dreamt about seeing me again, where would he see me? Was he following me? If he was, that meant he was following Riley, too. And – I forced myself to think it – and Damian, too. He was coming today! Thank God Riley was leaving, though; if she got too caught up in this, who knows what would happen to her if this guy got too obsessive? “Mollie, sit down,” Riley instructed me. “You’re pale as a ghost.” “No, no, I’m fine. I’m just tired.” “No, listen to me! Go sit down.” I obeyed her demands and sat stony-faced on my bed. Even though I was barely functioning, I did gather that she was coming back into the room and leaving her suitcase on the couch. She pulled out her phone and started dialing a number. “Who are you callin’?” “Home. I’m not goin’ this weekend,” she answered. “No!” I nearly shouted. “No, Riley, I’ll be fine. You go, your parents are expectin’ ya, and you’ve been plannin’ this for weeks.” “Don’t be ridiculous, I can’t leave now, not when you’ve got some crazy stalker followin’ ya!” she yelled, slamming her phone shut. “Yes, you can. Go! It’s probably nothin’ to worry about.” “Yeah, I read it, Riley! And if there’s some guy watchin’ me, I don’t want him watchin’ you, too, so go home, and hopefully it’ll die down a bit by the time you come back.” I answered calmly, but I was still panicking, too. I spared a glance at the flowers; this guy was getting more involved, more … obsessive. “No.” “Riles, please,” I pled with her. “Damian’s gonna be here soon, and I’ll be fine.” “Are you finally gonna tell him?” “Yes, of course!” “You promise?” she asked, putting away her phone at last. “Yes I promise! Now will ya please get goin’? You’ll wanna avoid traffic.” With one last suspicious look, Riley picked up her suitcase and walked out the door. “Okay … but if anything happens, you need to call me, okay?” “Okay, I will. Just relax, I’ll be fine. I’m gonna go back to sleep,” I said, yawning and stretching as a pretense. As if I could sleep right now! “Okay,” Riley replied. “Call me anyway, just so I know how you’re doin’.” “Alright,” I confirmed. At last, she was on her way. Just as roughly as before, I took the flowers and flung them into the garbage can.
oooh, things are startin to get exciting.... any thoughts?
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 2, 2011 21:46:44 GMT -5
there is more creepiness to come... which is why i said this story is unlike my others. they were strictly non-creepy. i blame the TV show criminal minds. anyway, heres the next bit.
Chapter 4
As if there was any way I could go back to sleep. After Riley left, my pale green sheets seemed more inviting than ever, and I curled snugly into a tight ball under the covers. From my little corner, I could see almost the entire room, minus the bathroom. It felt safe enough … for now. My mind again tried to send a message, this time to my eyes. It begged my eyes to close, if only for a moment, to regain some sense of peace, but to no avail. My eyes were as wide as saucers and remained that way, almost like they were glued open. Although my physical responses were lacking at the moment, I was shaking from head to toe. My eyes shot quick, spasmodic glances all around the room. They kept returning to the window, which, from its first-floor view, only overlooked the parking lot. It was such a big window, plenty of space for someone to peer in … In all my concern for the blasted window, I almost did not hear footsteps echoing down the hall. I doubted anyone in my building was awake yet; the hour was barely seven. Warily, I sat up in bed as a thought crossed my mind – it was him. The “stalker.” The footsteps grew louder, which only meant they were coming closer and closer to where I now stood in my dorm. My heart pumped pure adrenaline through my veins, and I instinctually searched for the heaviest, most defensive weapon I could find. Unfortunately, it ended up being a piggy bank. It was full of coins, however, and small enough that I could raise it above my head in case I had to defend myself. With it firmly in hand, I crept slowly toward the door. The footsteps came nearer still; I could hear the person brushing their fingers along the wall in time with their steps with a quiet swooshing sound. I camped out behind the door, my breath coming in quick jabs. My chest hurt, my heart was pounding so harshly! The noise in the hall quieted. The footsteps ceased, just as they reached my door. I heard a jangling sound coming from the other side, and soon, a small metallic clicking noise crashed through my room in the deafening silence. Someone was opening the door. Why did Riley leave it unlocked?! This is it, I pepped myself up, giving me the motivation to move. The dark brown door opened with a creak, and I stepped toward the opening doorway, piggy bank raised high over my right shoulder. My muscles tensed, and my body coiled, awaiting the unwelcome guest – “Argh!” I shrieked as a tall, brown-haired figure appeared in front of me. He crouched down, his hands flailing above his head in a desperate attempt to protect himself. His one hand grabbed my wrist, but not to restrain it; the touch was too gentle, and one I recognized. “Damian?” I asked, lowering my makeshift weapon for a better look at my intruder. Straightening up and brushing himself off, Damian’s frightened expression met my own. “What in the bloody heck are ya doin’?” he yelled. Glancing at my piggy bank, I set it quickly on the floor and answered, “Oh, God, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to – it was so fast – I-I mean – you just scared me, that’s all.” I stood erect again and embraced him in the tightest, most frightened yet relieved hug I probably ever gave. His arms, slightly raised in surprise, enclosed around me. I smothered my face into his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. The scare was over. Damian’s chest rumbled with laughter, and I looked up to see him smiling amused down at me. “What’s the piggy bank for? You buyin’ me breakfast?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Not if ya keep scarin’ me like that!” “Geez, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he replied meekly. “Why are ya so jumpy, anyway?” I pulled away slowly, so as not to draw attention to the motion. I wanted to tell him now, I really did, but something held the truth back. “Oh, no reason. Riley just left, so it makes me a bit paranoid to be left alone,” I told him. Technically, it wasn’t a lie … more like a half-truth … “Mhmm,” Damian answered, like he didn’t buy my story. I’d tell him later. “So are you okay to be left alone to get ready?” he asked me jokingly, opening the door once again to step out. “Get ready? For what?” “Our run? You don’t remember?” I smacked my forehead with my hand. “I’m sorry! I remembered earlier, but then you came sneakin’ into my room, and I forgot, and … gimme two minutes, ‘kay?” He grinned, rolled his eyes, and closed the door. “One fifty-nine, one fifty-eight, one fifty-seven …” “Smart alec,” I murmured. In the past few terrifying moments, I had completely forgotten about the run we planned yesterday. I quickly went through my drawers and found the first running clothes I could find and threw them on; I quickly rubbed on some deodorant, didn’t even bother brushing my hair and threw it into a ponytail, and rinsed my mouth out with Listerine before heading out the door. I was out before he even got down to ten.
any comments? did i have anybody going for a second, believing it really was the "stalker"? lemme know! also, my inbox is always open for suggestions!
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 7, 2011 8:47:44 GMT -5
sorry its been a few days since my last update, but here we go...
Chapter 4 con't
“How – much – further?” Damian puffed from next to me. “About – a – nother – half – mile,” I wheezed. We ran through a local metropark; I thought it’d be nice because of its scenery and paved sidewalks. Since I was more familiar with the surrounding area, I chose our route. Apparently, I had chosen one that was too long, for we had both started dying with two miles still left to go. “Four – and – a - half – down,” he said, “One – half to go.” “See?” I exclaimed breathlessly. “Not – so bad.” “Nope!” Silence reigned for the next minute or so between us; the only sounds were our footsteps and heavy breathing. Half the forest still had yet to awake, it seemed. Whatever hopes they had of remaining peacefully asleep were shattered by Damian’s loud cries. “Ow, ow, ow, stop stop stop!” he exclaimed, grabbing his calf. “I – need – to stop.” “What, a cramp?” I asked, turning around with my hands on my head for air. “Yeah, a bad one,” he panted. “You able to walk it off?” Damian set his left leg back on the ground and tried to walk on it. He limped a little, but it was hardly noticeable. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. It killed, though.” “Yeah, I know those hurt.” “You keep runnin’, though, I’ll catch up at the end,” he insisted. “Ya sure?” “Yeah, go ahead.” “Okay… see ya in about a half-mile!” I said brightly, then continued at a fast jog. The scenery wasn’t half as nice without Damian next to me to enjoy it also. To pass the time, I just picked out trees in the distance and tried to reach them as fast as possible. I was making pretty good time on that half-mile, too, except for a little noise somewhere far away… A snap of a twig, that’s all it was. I jerked out of my running trance and came to a dead halt in the middle of the paved sidewalk. I turned in a circle, inspecting my surroundings, making sure I wasn’t being – being… Followed. This had gotten out of hand. I had two theories: I really was being followed, or I was so paranoid about it that I shouldn’t be alone. Either way, it was time for me to run back to Damian and get the heck outta here! I walked quickly away from the spot I had just stood, taking care to muffle my footsteps. All my senses were alert. My power-walking speed kept up for another few seconds before I heard it again – the snap. I was certain it came from my left; quickly turning my head, I could have sworn there was a shape that disappeared behind a tree. So as not to draw attention to myself, I continued the fast walk I was at. Then, the twig snapping was even closer. I bolted. Forgetting entirely how exhausted I was, I sprinted as hard as I could, my feet pounding the pavement with forceful thuds. The faster I could get to Damian, the better. It was no wonder Damian was already looking at me when I finally turned and saw him jogging lightly up the path; my loud panting and heavy footfalls could probably be heard from quite a ways away. “Mollie? What’s wrong?” He must’ve seen the terrified look on my face and realized that there was danger, for he was looking over my shoulder and around into the trees before I even reached him. When I finally did, I grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a slight shake. “What’s the matter? You-” “Run,” I gasped. “We – have to – run. Now!” “But what’s-” “Later,” I wheezed one last time before I took off, Damian in hot pursuit. It was the longest half-mile of my life. Not only was I in danger, but it was my fault that Damian was with me, too. Everywhere I looked, danger could be lurking. Just the thought of someone popping out from behind a tree … No! I screamed at myself. I just had to get through this forest, and we’d be back on the street, near my dorm, with the danger far behind us – or so I hoped. The run out of the forest seemed to last forever; each minute was hopeless agony in which my mind assaulted itself with questions. Why was this happening? Would we make it out safely? Why did I ever bring Damian along? I have to tell him now, don’t I? What’s gonna happen from here on? At last, there was a break in the trees. Through a thick brush, I could see the sidewalk and buildings ahead. Breathing more heavily and pushing myself harder than I ever had in my whole life, I ran even faster toward my destination. With Damian, gasping in pain and breathlessness behind me, I slowly reached the bright, open space of the street. Although we were out in the open, my heart did not slow. Catching my breath, I began to walk quickly down the sidewalk. Damian, however, was not letting me get very far without answers. “What was that?” he asked suddenly. “Nothin’,” I said rashly. “Nothin’? How was that nothin’?” I ignored him. “Mollie,” he said, gripping my arm and whipping me around to face him. Although his eyes were full of concern mingled with confusion, I still couldn’t tell him. Not here. It was better to be in the safety of my room than out here in the open. “Damian, no,” I said. Then I tried to walk away, but his hand still held my arm. “Not here,” I explained. When he still did not release me, I glared at him and looked pointedly at his hand around my forearm. He let go, and I started walking back to my dorm. All I could focus my thoughts on at that time was to get back to my dorm, back to safety. Now. And bring Damian with me; he was in just as much danger as I was of being followed. My senses were hyper-alert as I stormed swiftly back to my dorm building. Soon, I was shutting my dorm door behind us, and turning to face an irate, red-faced, breathless Damian. “Now will you tell me what the bloody heck that was all about? Before I go mad?!” he yelled. His anger did not dissipate on the short walk back to my dorm as I had hoped. In fact, my lack of responses seemed to aggravate him even more, and it showed. “Damian,” I began, but he kept ranting. “You come back and met me in the forest panickin’ and lookin’ like you just witnessed a murder, and ya tell me it’s ‘nothin’? What kinda idiot do ya think I am? Now tell me what’s goin’ on already!” As he raged, I turned my back to him to hide my tears. They had longed to escape the whole time I was panicking, but only now that the shock was over did they break free. I hastily wiped my eyes and turned to face Damian. “You don’t underst-” “Why are ya cryin’?” Damian asked me, most of his anger gone. His tone was soft, almost as gentle as the hand he laid on my shoulder. Peering down to look in my eyes, which I kept hidden from his view, he spoke tenderly. “I’m sorry I yelled at ya, ya just scared me, is all.” I couldn’t even smile at the hopeful grin he gave me. “I’m not cryin’ ‘cause ya yelled at me,” I said, “I’m cryin’ ‘cause I’m scared.” “Scared o’ what?” The look of complete concern and sympathy in his eyes was too much for me; the tears fell steadily now in a constant stream down my face. A small sob broke loose from my chest, but was muffled as Damian held me tightly against him. I leaned my head on his shoulder and, for the moment, I felt safe, protected. “It’s a bit of a long story,” I said with a sniff. “Your point…?” he asked. I led him by the hand toward the couch and pulled him down next to me invitingly. With a deep breath, I began.
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 8, 2011 20:46:01 GMT -5
i have another update for you!
Chapter 5
With a deep breath, I began. “So … when you left, I obviously wasn’t in the best state, so Mum sent me to see a doctor. Ya know, a psychologist, for my depression. Turns out it was pretty easy to cure, no medicine or anythin’, just a few weekly sessions to talk ‘n whatnot. No big deal. “Well, that was all fine ‘n dandy ‘til one day, when I was in the waitin’ room, there was this guy sittin’ across from me. It was still pretty early in my sessions, so I didn’t know if he was a patient or whatever. I started talkin’ to him, and he seemed okay, but a little … weird. Just strange. He had a weird look in ‘im, like he never blinked. Like he saw everythin’. “I didn’t think much of him ‘til my next appointment. He just stared at me the whole time in the waitin’ room! Over twenty minutes! It was bizarre. Then I found out from my doctor that he was one of her patients with some mental disorder. I don’t know what it’s called. But then soon he started showin’ up at the doctor’s office, even when he didn’t have an appointment. And I never spoke to him again, he just stared. Then the flowers started comin’, and I knew they were from ‘im. I haven’t seen him for over three months, but he still won’t leave me alone!” I finished my story and gazed pleadingly at Damian, begging him to see why I couldn’t tell him this story before. The whole idea of having a stalker was a little embarrassing, like I wasn’t able to handle the situation myself. Plus, the idea of having another guy looking at me probably wouldn’t exactly warm Damian to the idea… “So now he’s … he’s obsessed with you?” I nodded. “But why were ya so scared just now, on the run? If he’s just been sendin’ ya flowers … was he in the woods?” Damian finally drew this conclusion and demanded an answer from me in a shocked tone. “I dunno. I thought I heard somethin’, which was when I came runnin’ back to find ya. I couldn’t leave ya alone in the woods, not knowin’ if someone was hidin’ behind the trees!” The very idea was absurd. “But what I don’t get is why he started followin’ ya now. I mean, he’s had all these months, and now all of a sudden he stalks you on your run? You’ve been on runs before without a problem, right?” he questioned. “Yeah, this was a first,” I told him. “But,” I continued, rising from the couch and pacing toward the garbage, “He left these for me this mornin’.” I handed Damian the elaborate bouquet; his hands clenched tightly around the stems, and for a moment, I thought he’d snap them right in two. “It came with this.” Placing the envelope with the note in his lap, I backed away slowly, keeping my eyes on his reaction. He carefully opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and read it gradually. As he did, his fist crushed the flower stems even more tightly. “What do we do?” Damian asked, finally meeting my eyes. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m scared,” I mumbled. As I said this, I meandered over to the couch and sat down, resting my head on Damian’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm defensively around my shoulders and rested his cheek on top of my head. “Don’t be scared. We’ll figure somethin’ out.” Slightly reassured at his words, I sighed, but it was neither a relaxed nor contented sound. “Should you get a restraining order or somethin’?” Damian asked after a moment. “I don’t know what good it’ll really do,” I admitted. “I can’t get one just ‘cause he’s been sendin’ me flowers, and I don’t even really know he was followin’ me in the woods today.” Damian apparently had no reply to that; we sat in silence for a few minutes more. I assumed he was pondering exactly what I was: what I – I mean, we – were gonna do now. We had no clue if this guy was dangerous, or what type of mental disease he had and if that was dangerous… heck, I didn’t even know his name! There were too many unknowns to take chances. “Molls, why didn’t ya tell me sooner?” Damian asked loudly. I could hear that he was upset, even without looking at his face. Slowly, I sat up and tried to look him right in the eye, but I couldn’t; I was worse than a toddler caught with his hand in a cookie jar. “I – I don’t really see how this is relevant,” I mumbled. “You knowin’ wouldn’t’ve changed any of this, ya know.” “That’s a terrible answer,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Well, what kinda answer do ya want?” “Gee, I dunno… how about the truth?” So sarcastic… “That’s the truth! I didn’t wanna worry you.” Damian sighed exasperatedly, and rolled his eyes down to look at me. I still kept my eyes hidden, not wanting to admit I was caught in another lie. “Mollie,” he said seriously, “That’s enough of the lies.” “I’m not lyin’ now!” I insisted, and that was the honest-to-goodness truth. “Yeah, I know that, but I’m talkin’ about in general. This has been goin’ on for months, and you’re just tellin’ me now? And you lied about the flowers, and on the run, and about me scarin’ ya this morning. Ya don’t need to keep this kinda stuff from me!” “But I didn’t think ya needed to know, because I knew you’d worry,” I said. “Well, duh, of course I’d worry! But I needed to know.” I finally had to admit it. “I know. And I’m sorry, but I thought I had it under control. I swear, as soon as I thought it’d gotten outta hand, I told ya, ‘cause by then, ya kinda had to worry.” I laughed internally at my small joke; by the time I had told him, we were supposedly being followed in the woods, and he did have to worry! Damian smiled a small stiff smile in response, and I knew that the argument was over. Unfortunately, it wasn’t an argument I won, per se, but there would be others for me to achieve victory … I smiled ruefully at my own thoughts. “Alright,” I said, sinking back onto the couch and into Damian’s side. “So what do we do for the rest of the day?” I felt him shrug. “Hide out in your room?” Ah, I loved that he was making light of the situation; he knew it would help me relax. A day full of eating crappy food from the vending machines? No TV for entertainment? Unable to leave the tiny box of a home I currently had? Spending it with Damian… it was worth it!
so...you have the story behind the stalker! not quite as climactic as the last secret mollie had, but there is plenty of story left for the intense stuff, dont worry. in the meantime, keep commenting on this story!
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 14, 2011 21:23:17 GMT -5
hey all, sorry its been a while since ive last updated, but i hope this post will make it up to you!
Chapter 6
I had never been so pleased to have the weekend pass so uneventfully. Since our scare that Friday morning, I’d had no further supposed encounters with my alleged stalker. The flowers still came, though. Damian spent the night on the uncomfortable couch that Friday night, and when I awoke in the morning, a new bouquet of flowers lay in the trash. Seeing the look on Damian’s face, the look that told me he did not want to acknowledge them, I let it pass. When Riley came back Sunday night, however, she more or less flipped out. “Why didn’t you call me?!” she shrieked when we told her what happened. “I specifically told you to call me if anythin’ happened, so whaddya do? Ya don’t call me! Do ya know how worried I’ve been that somethin’ crazy happened? You shoulda at least called me to tell me you weren’t killed by a homicidal maniac! Yeh little…” “Riles, will ya just stop givin’ yourself a heart attack for two minutes for me to explain?” She crossed her arms dangerously over her chest and glared directly at me. It was no wonder Damian decided to walk away just then; her expression looked more dangerous than anything we had experienced over the weekend. “If I’d called you, ya woulda just left your family and come runnin’ back to school, and for what? For nothin’! I was fine, Damian was fine, and there was really no point in tellin’ ya ‘til ya got back to school today.” It was basically my same excuse as I used with Damian; I didn’t want to worry either of them. So did that justify lying? Probably not. “Oh, puh-lease,” Riley drawled, “Is that the same excuse you used on him?” I followed her pointing finger to Damian, who looked taken aback and a little suspicious. “Actually, yeah, it is,” he said. “Because it’s the truth!” I shouted before I could be accused of anything else. “Why is that so hard to believe?” “Ya know, I wouldn’t’ve expected this from you,” Riley said, using the good, old-fashioned guilt trip on me. She over-dramatized it perfectly. “I know there’s some things ya don’t wanna tell your Mum and Damian, but we always told each other everythin’.” “C’mon, Riley, you know that’s not fair!” I whined. “Not fair? Not fair? You tellin’ him and not me, now that’s not fair!” “Ugh,” I groaned. There was no getting through to this girl! “Look, Riley, I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya, but we’re fine, it’s past, now let’s just forget about it. Please?” “Oh, no, I won’t forget,” she said melodramatically. “Then will ya at least shut up about it?” “For now.” “Thank God,” Damian murmured quietly from the other side of the room. I shot him a glare that told him he had to shut up as well. My message was apparently well received, for he snapped his mouth shut in seconds. “So what do we do now?” asked Riley. “That’s what we’ve been tryin’ to figure out for days,” I said with a sigh. “Ya know, I’ve actually been thinkin’ about that,” said Damian. He straightened up from where he had previously been leaning on the arm of the couch, and reached us on the other side of the room in a few strides. “If this guy really is a stalker-” “– And he is-” interjected Riley. “– then he knows where ya live, right?” Damian continued as if she hadn’t said anything. “Don’t ya think you should get outta here for a while? Just a few days, at least?” I had thought of this in the few days that Damian had camped out on the couch, but ended up opposing the idea without even bringing it up. “Yeah, but where would I go?” “Go home!” cried Riley suddenly. “Your parents keep wonderin’ when you’re gonna visit again.” Wonderful, I groaned internally. “Is that really the best idea?” I asked critically. “What if I lead him there?” “Do ya think he’d really follow you an hour away?” Damian wondered. “Yes,” I admitted. “He followed me here from home, so why wouldn’t he go back?” We all seemed stumped at the idea. I, however, was firmly against going home; it was bad enough that Riley had gotten involved, but now Damian? And what was I putting my family through? Little Callan was only just starting to talk, and my parents would be beside themselves with anxiety. On the other hand, it would probably be safer than living alone with Riley. But could I really be that selfish, concerned for my own safety above the safety of my loved ones? “Molls, I think you should go, if only for a day. Get away for a while,” she said. “But – but I c-can’t tell them!” I cried. “I can’t tell my parents, I just can’t.” The embarrassment alone was enough, but having them worry over something that was out of our control was too much. “Then don’t,” said Damian. “Just go and pretend like it’s any ol’ visit.” “Devious and handsome… he’s a keeper, Molls,” Riley crowed, evidently taking the whole affair as a joke. It actually put a genuine smile on my face, despite my stress. “But it’s better than sittin’ waitin’ around here,” Damian insisted. “I agree,” said Riley. I knew they were just concerned about my safety, but I was 99% positive that going home would not help the situation. He’d probably just follow me there and follow me back. The whole time, remaining in his crosshairs… I surrendered with a sigh. “Fine, if you really think it’ll help.” Damian, apparently very happy at this, smiled and put an arm around my shoulders. “’Atta girl,” he said, and he kissed my hair. So the decision was made; I was going home. But a question in my mind still remained: Was it the right decision?
not much to say except... stay tuned! MUCH more to come!
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 17, 2011 21:05:13 GMT -5
not much to say except... i hope you enjoy!
Chapter 7
I was beginning to think that going home might actually have been a good idea. When I called my mother to tell her I was coming home that weekend, she was clearly ecstatic. Granddad said he was going to make my favorite dish, salmon boxties, for dinner when I arrived Friday night. So things were looking up. Maybe the weekend wouldn’t be a total bust! But then I thought of the menace lurking behind me and the mayhem he was causing me. I had been at home, seeing the shrink, when he began following me. He came all the way here, so what was stopping him from going back? This was my problem, not my family’s; I felt that going back home right at the moment would be dragging them into the huge target I now wore. “You’re just overreactin’,” Riley repeatedly told me. “I’m your roommate, for cryin’ out loud, and I’m totally fine, so why would goin’ home be any different?” I could never find a satisfactory answer. Damian also tried to soothe my anxiety. “Don’t worry, Molls, gettin’ away for a few days’ll really do ya some good,” he’d say, then squeeze my hand or rub my back reassuringly. I grumbled through my week of classes, but I found myself looking forward to seeing my parents, Granddad, and Callan again on Friday. Callan could finally pronounce my name without too much difficulty, and it was interesting to hear him try to talk when I was on the phone with my mom. Dad had gotten a promotion at work, so his hours allowed him to be home a lot more with Callan, which he apparently was enjoying very much. Another positive aspect of the weekend was that, since Damian was still on a break from school, he would be going home, as well. There was no reason for him to stay at Holy Cross anymore, since I wouldn’t be there. He would accompany me on the hour or so drive back home, and then he’d come see me periodically when I returned to school. “You ready to go?” he asked me Friday afternoon, after my last class. “Hold on, hold on, I still need to pack my hairbrush,” I replied hastily. “Some of us don’t have the luxuries of doing nothing all day.” Damian chuckled, then decided to wait for me by the car. Unable to find my own hairbrush, I rapidly tossed Riley’s into my duffel bag and headed out the door. I tossed my bag in the backseat, and sat in the driver’s seat of my car. I let out a deep sigh. “You sure about this?” I asked Damian wearily. “Positive.” I sank back in my seat, then turned on the car. I turned up the CD player, and we listened to Michael Bublé the whole way there. There was no turning back now!
Damian and I had pulled into my driveway that evening to a less than stunning greeting. At first, it looked as if nobody was home; but soon after we got out of the car, Callan came running out and headed straight for us. “Mooooolllllllliiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” was his welcoming. “Hey, buddy!” I yelped, and picked him up as he ran on his short little legs toward me. “Oh, I missed you! Have you been a good boy?” Callan, removing his arms from around my neck from his hug, nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, and I set the squirming toddler down. I couldn’t believe he was already almost two years old! “D-Dam-” stammered Callan, hugging Damian’s legs. He couldn’t quite pronounce Damian’s full name, but I kept trying to get him to say “Damo” just once. “Hey, big guy,” said Damian, picking Callan up and tossing him slightly in the air. “What’s the craic? Did you miss Mollie?” “Yeah,” Callan cried again, and started squirming out of Damian’s grasp, too. Obligingly, Damian set him down. Callan ran into the garage and disappeared for a moment, but I could still see his brownish-blonde head bobbing up and down behind some boxes and the lawn mower. There was a scraping noise, and when he finally reappeared, he was dragging something behind him – a tricycle. “Look!” he yelled at us as he sat on its bright red seat and began to rotate its yellow pedals. “Watch me!” Damian and I stood delightedly next to each other, watching Callan circle us in the driveway with his adorable little tricycle. It was his first one, it appeared, and he was enjoying it tremendously. In between Callan’s excited squeal and our adoring peals of laughter, a voice broke the otherwise silent setting. “Callan? Are ya out here? Callan!” Sure enough, Granddad came hobbling down the stairs in the garage, looking for the little rascal. “There ya are, yeh lil’ chiseller… Mollie!” he cried, and walked now toward Damian and me instead. “Didn’t know ya were here yet!” I gave Granddad a hug, and Damian shook his hand politely. “How are ya? Was there a lotta traffic? When did ya leave? Ya didn’t miss any classes, now, did ya?” Granddad fired off the questions one-by-one, barely giving me time to answer. “Yeah, yeah, Granddad, the ride was fine, but can we get inside? I think dinner’s almost ready, and it’s startin’ to get dark,” I said, smelling the lovely aroma that was wafting from the open garage door. “Wha’? Oh, yeah, c’mon in… Grab Callan, would you, Mollie?” I ran over and scooped Callan up with one arm, and carried his tricycle back to the garage with the other. Turning back to get my bag, I saw Damian already carrying it for me toward the house. “Thanks,” I said. As Damian set down the bag, I grabbed his hand and led him into the house. “Mollie!” my mom greeted me before I could even get my shoes off. She embraced me in a hug, then proceeded to give Damian one as well. “Hey, Mum. Hey, Dad,” I said, giving him a hug as well. “Hi, Molls. It’s been a while!” Dad said, for it was true; my last visit had been over a month ago. “Yeah, I know, I just got so busy with school… is dinner ready?” I quickly changed the subject. “Any minute now.” “It smells delicious!” complimented Damian. “It’d better be,” said Granddad dramatically. “I slaved over a hot stove all day-” “Granddad, I knew that those stories weren’t true before I was Callan’s age,” I replied sarcastically. He walked his short, sloping walk over to the stove to finish dinner, and I went to put Callan in his high chair. Damian spoke politely with my parents in the kitchen, answering the customary questions about school and family, and occasionally about singing. The friendly conversation continued throughout dinner, and this time, Callan could even give his own input. We were just talking about football, and Damian was just telling of his disappointment that Manchester United lost to Chelsea, when Callan started cheering. “Chel-sea! Chelseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea! Dey good!” “Alright!” I cried, high-fiving Callan across the table. “I taught him that,” I answered smugly at everyone’s astonished faces. When everyone looked at me with a look that clearly meant I was crazy, I decided to shut my mouth and keep out of the footy conversation for a while. Abruptly changing the subject was my mom. “So, you’re on a break from school, Damian?” “Yeah, but I have to go back next week,” he said regretfully. “Ya know, Molls, I think Logan is home from school this week, too,” said Dad. “Ya should stop over ‘n say hi.” “Er – sounds great, will do,” I replied uneasily. I’d planned on spending every available moment with Damian (when I wasn’t with my family); the last (and only) time Logan and Damian had met, it didn’t end to well … My train of thought was interrupted by a slight snoring sound coming from the other side of the table. Callan had his head bowed, eyes closed, and drool slinking from the side of his mouth. “Looks like it’s past someone’s bedtime,” I said quietly. “Definitely is for me,” said Damian, standing up. “I’m gonna head home now. Thanks for havin’ me!” “Good night, Damian,” my mom said nicely. “G’night,” he called to them as he walked out of the dining room. “Lemme walk you out,” I said for all of them to hear. I put on my shoes, and before I closed the door, I could hear Mom picking Callan up and getting him ready for bed, Granddad dragging himself to bed, and Dad starting to clear off the table. “So now will ya believe me? This weekend’ll be fine,” Damian stressed again. “I know,” I said, taking his hand. “I’ll call ya tomorrow.”
but wait... theres more! more to this chapter and PLENTY more to the story. stay tuned!
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 27, 2011 19:28:42 GMT -5
sorry for not updating for a while, school started and im just SWAMPED with work! hopefully ill be able to update regularly. anyway, to make up for it and hopefully avoid ane beatings by a hockey stick, im posting an extra-long update! enjoy!
Chapter 7 con't
I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in closely for a kiss. He made me feel so safe and protected when I had the scare in the woods back at school, and being away even for a short time would do nothing to help my anxiety. That kiss, however, made me forget about everything for a moment. It was very welcome and appreciated! I had to break the kiss eventually, though, and I leaned back and gathered my breath. Then there was a snap. My eyes widened as the sound from the forest came back to me. Damian’s head shot up as mine spun to face the noise. I gasped, and my muscles tensed; I reached for his hand, and he found me in the dark. Shrinking back to stand beside Damian, I spoke into the darkness and toward possible danger. “Who’s there?” my voice wavered. “Oh, sorry, Molls, I was just takin’ out the garbage,” came a familiar voice. “Geez, Dad, ya scared the life outta me!” I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw my dad walking up the driveway, with no sign of the stalker. My dad, seeing Damian and me alone, cleared his throat noticeably and walked up the garage steps. “Well, I’ll just – um – go cle-clean up inside then…” “Yeah, you do that,” I replied under my breath. Damian, however, chuckled, then became serious. “You’re okay. Calm down, you’ll be fine; I won’t let anythin’ happen to ya.” “I know,” I repeated. “Then I’ll call ya tomorrow,” he said, and walked slowly back down the driveway. I watched him from the front steps as he backed out of the driveway, and drove (a little fast, I might add) to the end of the street. He stopped at a stop sign, turned the corner, and left my sight. Sighing, I turned and went back inside, to endure a hopefully long night full of rest and sleep.
Chapter 8
It took me a long time to fall asleep that night, but once I did, I slept like the dead. I woke up in almost exactly the same position I remember falling asleep in; however, my sleep was a dreamless one. That was probably a good thing – I couldn’t get nightmares if I didn’t dream at night. Callan being able to walk and talk was starting to get on my nerves, though. I had planned on sleeping in that Saturday morning, but no, I had to be woken up at six o’clock by the little monster who never sleeps! There I was, peacefully in my warm bed, asleep with no intent of waking up for at least three more hours, when suddenly, a loud creaking noise awoke me. I sat bolt upright in my bed, fearing the worst, but only to discover Callan with his hand on the doorknob, stepping into my room. “Callan!” I whisper-shouted into the early morning hours. “What’re you doing?!” “I go in yer bed,” he mumbled, slobbering on his hand. “What?” “Climb outta crib aaaawwwwllll by myself. Big boy now!” “Wha – never mind. C’mon in,” I said exhaustedly, pulling aside my covers and inviting him into my bed as he so desired. “Yay!” he exclaimed happily, but my grumpiness and lack of sleep got the better of me. “No talkin’, or you’re out, ya hear me?” “Mmhmm,” he murmured. “I mean it!” “’Kay.” I rolled back over, shutting my weary eyes once again. I was blissfully in the half-asleep dreamland, where reality and unconsciousness meet, and was soon on my way to dozing off. “Moll,” came a whisper. “Moll!” It became louder. “MOLL!” Callan was now calling me in a full-out stage whisper. The bed shifted beneath me ever so slightly, and I felt something small rest on my shoulder. Turning my head, I saw that it was his head. “I hungry,” he stated boldly. “Callan!” I whined. “C’mon,” he said, shaking my shoulder with his tiny hands. “No! Enough already! I’m tryin’ to sleep!” “Please?” What was the point in protesting any further? I was already awake, and the little troublemaker wouldn’t leave me alone. Aggravated, I sighed and got out of my bed. “Alright, alright… what do you want to eat?” He shrugged his shoulders. I plodded heavily into the kitchen while he played with some toy cars. Opening the new box of toaster waffles, I heard him make vroom-vroom noises with his cars and smiled. It was hard to stay mad at such a cute kid. When the waffles finally popped out of the toaster, I cut them and set them on a small plastic plate for him. “Here, here’s yer frickin’ breakfast,” I said, but I was no longer angry. Callan, holding the small piece of waffle I handed him, started munching and drooling and went back to his cars. “Want any more?” I asked. “Nah,” was his simple, distracted reply. Of course. I finished them off myself. Then, seeing as I wouldn’t be able to enjoy a homemade meal for a while when I returned to college, I decided to scramble some eggs, toast some bread, and make a nice tall glass of chocolate milk. Inhaling the delicious scent of my breakfast, I hurried to scarf it down at the dining room table. In all my haste to eat, I barely registered the fact that a slightly chilly breeze was coming from somewhere. Scanning the room around me, I realize that the draught is coming from behind me. Turning, I see that the back door was hanging wide open. When did that happen? Wasn’t I the first one awake, except for Callan? “Callan,” I call, terrifying thoughts implanting themselves in my brain. “Come here.” He came bounding in at my command, a hopeful look on his face. “Did you open this door? Did you go in the backyard?” He shook his head. “Are you sure? I won’t be mad if you did.” “I sure.” “Okay,” I choked out. “Go play.” Without a second thought, Callan turned on the spot and ran into the living room. Why was the back door open? Was … was someone in the house? How would they have gotten in without me hearing? Or did the wind just blow it open? “Mornin’!” shouted Granddad behind me. I jumped so violently I nearly overturned my chair. “Geez, Granddad, ya scared the life outta me!” I repeated my words from last night. “Well, it ain’t my fault yer so jumpy,” he grumbled. Noises from the kitchen told me he was fixing his own breakfast. “Granddad,” I called warily. “Did you happen to leave the back door open last night?” Poking his head in, he replied, “Nope. Why?” “No reason.” Granddad merely shrugged his shoulders and continued preparing his breakfast. I, however, was beyond panic. There was someone in the house… who else could it be? He was here…. Following me… just like I feared… my family was in danger… Callan in the living room, Granddad in the kitchen, my parents still asleep… all were being followed as long as I was being followed. “Molls? You okay?” Granddad asked, sitting across from me at the dining room table. I swallowed. “Um, yeah, great. I’ll just be a sec…” I ran to my room, shut the door, and dialed my phone as quickly as I could. Damian’s sleepy voice came from the other end. “Hello?” “Damian?” Even I could hear something off in my voice. “What’s wrong?” “Look, I’m probably being ridiculous, but I woke up early this mornin’ and the back door was hangin’ wide open, and nobody else opened it! He followed me! What if he’s here?!” I was nearly shrieking by the end. It was a struggle to keep my voice quiet. “Sssh, Mollie, you’re probably just overreacting. Wouldn’t somebody notice if there was someone in the house? And nothin’ else is wrong, or missin’ or somethin’. It was probably just the wind.” “But-” “I know you’re scared, and really, I get it,” he said calmly, “But I think you’re makin’ yourself see things. Ya don’t need to worry, I’m sure it’s nothin’.” “Isn’t that what they say in horror movies before someone gets killed?” Damian chuckled. “Molls, if I didn’t think you’d be alright, I’d be over right… about… now.” I laughed. It was a tight, nervous sound, but at least I was loosening up. My heart rate slowed, and the goosebumps that adorned my skin were flying south. To break the long silence, I sighed. “Alright, thanks. Sorry I called ya so early, I was just really freakin’ out. You can go back to sleep now.” He yawned hugely into the phone and said, “That was the plan. Lemme know if you’re busy the rest o’ the day.” “No problem. Sleep tight. Love you.” “Please stop bein’ so anxious. Love you, too.” We hung up. As I reflected back upon the slight scare I had a few minutes previously, I realized how ridiculous I was being. Of course nobody was in the house! Was I really so stressed that my mind was making up horrible situations? I really needed this weekend away! Some time away from my classes and flowers would definitely do me some good, just like Damian kept saying. I just needed to relax…
any thoughts? theres soooo much story left, and i think youre going to like it! also, im at a COMPLETE and total loss for a sequel to this story. its actually kind of a failure. so ANY ideas, no matter how remote or crazy or just downright stupid they might be, please please please pm me and let me know so i can start on a sequel asap! thanks!
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Post by mala1152 on Sept 2, 2011 13:58:43 GMT -5
alright, alright, calm down, im updating already! sheesh... patience is a virtue, people!
Chapter 9
Polyprotic acids are acids that possess the capability to donate more than one electron pair to a base, such as phosphoric acid, sulfuric acid, chromic acid, boric acid… Studying chemistry definitely was not gonna help me relax. Not in the slightest. Despite my attempts to quell my disturbing thoughts, that morning’s scare still replayed itself in my mind. I needed a distraction, and badly. Granddad was probably going to nap soon, as would Callan, and my parents did not really offer the kind of distraction I was looking for. There came a knock on my door. Think of the devil… I thought as my mom walked into my room. “Whatcha readin’?” she asked. “Chem. Why, what’s up?” I asked, shutting my book. “Nothin’. I was just thinkin’ that ya should get out, do somethin’, take a break from yer studyin’. Don’t ya do enough of that at school?” I smiled. “Yeah, I do plenty of it. And I was just call Damian, we were gonna go out this afternoon.” As if this seemed to satisfy her, she started to back out of my room, and slyly suggested, “Why dontcha stop by and see Logan? I heard he’s on a break, too.” “Yeah, maybe,” I said, as if I didn’t really plan on it. It was great that Logan was home, but I really wanted to spend some more time with Damian before his break was over next week. But, then again, I hadn’t seen Logan in a while, and we had been arguing the last time we saw each other in the summer. Besides, being with Logan and messing around like brother and sister might help me get my mind off things. So it was decided. I marched absolutely to my car and drove to Riley and Logan’s house. I was greeted warmly by their parents, who were glad to see me as well, and then Logan came bounding down the steps. “Molls!” he said excitedly. “Hey, Logan,” I answered, embracing him in a friendly hug. “How’ve ya been?” he asked as I released him. He was leading me into the backyard; it was less than a beautiful day, but at least it was not raining. The sky was a bluish gray with rows and rows of clouds stretching from one horizon to the other. The sun shone from behind the clouds, but few rays of light actually hit the ground. A cool breeze kept the temperature cool and comfortable. “I’ve been good,” I said conversationally. “School’s been… school. And my parents told me you were on a break, so I thought I’d come see ya.” “Still seein’ that guy?” he asked suddenly, before the last words came out of my mouth. “Yes, Logan,” I said annoyed. “And we’re fine.” “Hey, I’m allowed to ask questions!” “Not those questions.” “Fine, fine,” he grumbled. “How ‘bout you? Got a girlfriend?” “Me? Nah,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Oh, really? ‘Cause I’ve got a couple o’ friends at school…” I joked. “As kind as that is, I think I’ll pass,” Logan replied laughingly. The conversation flowed easily, as if we had never disagreed on anything. However, as I intermittently brought Damian up in conversation, Logan would make a face, I’d smack him, and then we would continue as if nothing happened. Logan quizzed me on Riley and what she was up to, if she was keeping her grades up, if she was seeing anyone, if she was a wild party girl in college. The answers were pretty simple, and he fired off the questions shamelessly. “She’s your sister, why don’t you just ask her yourself!” “’Cause I’m her brother, and you’re her roommate. Which one of us d’ya think is gonna have more information?!” We both laughed, and eventually started kicking a football around. It began as an actual one-on-one competition, each of us with our own portion of the backyard fence to protect as the goal. Once we called a truce (although I really won), we just passed it around. There were few spoken words during that time. It seemed we covered every available subject to talk about in the hour or two I had already spent there. It was during a particularly long break in conversation that Logan stopped the ball and looked at me quizzically. “When was the last time you came home?” Oh, boy, I didn’t like where this was going. “Umm, I think it must’ve been a couple months ago.” “Why so long? Doesn’t Riley come home almost every weekend?” I gulped. “Well, she doesn’t come every weekend, she misses some and stays at school. Ya know, gas is so expensive, and it’s over an hour-” “Yeah, but why didn’t you visit?” he asked again. “I’m busy, that’s all.” “You sure?” “Yes, I’m sure, now pass me the ball!” “Mollie!” shouted a new voice. I whipped my head around to the left to see Riley standing just outside the white backdoor on the patio. Even from a distance, I could tell that something wasn’t right. “Riley? What’s the matter?” “Hey, Riles!” shouted Logan back to her, thinking that she had just come home for a visit. I, however, knew something was wrong. “Sorry, Logan, we’ll be back,” I said, knocking the ball back to Logan and sprinting into the house. “Riley, what happened?” I demanded as soon as we both ran inside. “Riley!” shouted Riley’s mom. “I didn’t know you were comin’ home this weekend!” “I’m not, Mum, I can only stay for today.” “How come?” asked her mom. “It- there was somethin’ that – Mollie ha-” “I left some of my homework at school, and Riley was nice enough to drive it down for me,” I lied smoothly. “Thanks again, Riles, my teacher would kill me if I don’t have that paper for Monday…” As my voice trailed off, I had grabbed Riley’s elbow and towed her outside toward my car sitting in the driveway. Riley’s mom shouted something to us from inside the house, but we could no longer hear her. I jumped into my car and put the key in the ignition, and Riley hopped into the passenger seat. “Now, what is it?” I asked again. She wouldn’t have driven all this way unless something really important happened. “Here.” She handed me a folded up piece of parchment. He left another note.
theres still more to this chapter! ill try and update again sometime this weekend! keep the comments coming!
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Post by mala1152 on Sept 5, 2011 14:35:23 GMT -5
heres the rest of the chapter, sorry its so short... but you aint seen nothin yet!
Chapter 9 con't
“I was gonna just tell ya when ya came back on Monday, but I got scared. He knows you’re here, Mollie.” With a huge lump in my throat and trembling hands, I steeled myself to open the envelope. Again, my body would not comply with my mind. “I can’t,” I said weakly. “Open it for me, please?” Riley obliged and handed me the note, holding my spare hand. After a deep breath, I began to read the scribbled note written to me. Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? I have nowhere to send the flowers. I hope you enjoy your weekend home; be expecting a small token from me. I’ll be there when you come back. Wait until you see what I have planned. “Molls? Molls! Breathe!” cried Riley beside me. I exhaled in a huge gust; how long had I been holding my breath? “Riley…” I began, but words failed me. “I know.” This was beyond dangerous. He would be waiting for me at my dorm? I couldn’t go back there! We couldn’t go back there! And what did he have planned for me? Would he finally try to approach me? What if he left something else while Riley and I were away? There were too many risks to consider. I couldn’t go back, and yet, I had to; I had classes almost every day that week. It would be too difficult with my schedule to commute from home to my classes. And besides, I would have to go on campus eventually for my classes, so he would probably just follow me there, too. Either way, I was screwed. I just hated getting Riley and Damian mixed up in this, too. Riley hadn’t done anything wrong! Neither had I! Why was this happening? I had barely registered that Riley was driving dazedly back to my house. When she finally pulled up in the driveway, my heart stopped as I saw that nobody was home. Did something happen? Dialing as quickly as I could, I called my mom. The phone rang once…twice… She answered on the third ring. “Hello?” “Mom? Where are you?” “I took Callan to the store, and your dad and Granddad are golfin’. I’m sorry, I thought you’d be at Logan’s for a while… Why, is somethin’ wrong?” I sighed in relief. They were fine. “No, no, I just pulled up and didn’t see anybody. I’m just curious.” “Okay,” she said, sounding a little suspicious. “Do you want anythin’ while I’m out?” “No, thanks,” my voice wobbled the slightest bit, but it went by undetected. “Alright, see you at home.” Mum hung up. “They’re fine,” I reassured Riley, whose anxious expression matched my own. I scrambled out of the car, looking over my shoulder every few steps. There was no such thing as too cautious anymore… As I turned the corner to walk up the front steps, my heart thumped a few more times, then froze altogether. I felt like someone injected ice into my veins. I stood there, solid as a brick, and looked down. There was a bouquet of flowers on the front steps.
you think its intense now? just you wait....! any guesses for what happens next? the creepiness is just getting started. ive been getting ideas for a sequel, and im about to start writing it, so if you have any input, pm me and let me know asap! keep reading and commenting!
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Post by mala1152 on Sept 18, 2011 19:52:20 GMT -5
so sorry all, ive been so busy with school and soccer and havent had time to update in forever... forgive me! hopefully i can make up for it with this update! enjoy the creepiness...
Chapter 10
Riley grabbed me by the arm and pulled me quickly into the garage, which she had just opened. We were both breathing heavily, the sense of danger overwhelming us. “Come on, we have to – to –” she stammered. “Riley, there’s nothin’ we can do! He knows where I live! He might be inside!” “Then what do we do?” she asked, horrified at the thought. “Run. Now! Get to the car, I’ll close the garage, and we’ll go.” I was speaking at a thousand words per minute, my brain kicking into overdrive to make up for all its time wasted as it was numb. Riley nodded, then mechanically went to her car and started it. Just seeing her out in the open made me scared. I hurriedly shut the garage and ran to the car, flinging open the passenger side door and slamming it shut once I hopped inside. “Where am I going?” Riley shouted. “Anywhere!” I cried, whipping out my phone once again. “Who are you callin’?” I would have answered, but at that moment, Damian answered his phone. “Hello!” he sang into the phone. “Damian,” I said, “He’s here. He followed me home.” “What? How – did you j-” “He left Riley a note in my dorm, and I just found flowers on my doorstep.” All that came out in a rush, and I was soon giving out orders. “Riley, make a right, we’re headin’ to Starbucks. Damian, meet us there, we’ll be there in like five minutes.” “I’ll be there in three,” he answered, and he soon hung up. Riley pressed the gas pedal harder, and we accelerated through a yellow light. Now that I was apparently away from any immediate danger, it gave me time to think, to clear my head, just like running always did. Although I was expressing my fear outwardly as if I was controlling the situation, inwardly, I wanted to just curl up and cry away the terror. I could barely function, yet I was somehow pulling it off outside. However, the question of how I was managing the stress was overtaken by a more pressing question: If I couldn’t go back to school and I couldn’t go back home, where would I go? As soon as we pulled into the hidden Starbucks’ parking lot, I saw Damian standing outside his car, waiting for me. Riley had not even stopped the car before I opened the door and sprung out. I raced across the small distance between us and met his open arms with mine. “Mollie!” “Damian,” I mumbled into his chest, finally home. The tears that longed to escape welled up on the corners of my eyes, and I obligingly let them fall. I steadied my breath and gazed, terrified, into Damian’s face. “Damian, I – I’m so scared. He – he left me this – this note, and then the flowers, and I c-c-can’t go back, and Mum and Callan are – are at the store, but I don’t know –” “Sssshhh, shhhh,” he murmured to me, just like I always did to Callan when he would start crying. “I know you’re scared, but you’re fine now. We’ll figure this out.” “Oh, God, why is this happening?” I wailed, the tears coming faster now. “I don’t know,” Damian said painfully, stroking my hair comfortingly. “How is she?” I heard Riley ask quietly behind me. In response, I felt Damian shrug his shoulders. I didn’t even have the courage to face Riley, not now. Instead, I focused on reducing my tears and leveling my breath. After a few hiccoughs, I finally stopped, and could speak past the large lump in my throat. “I’m okay,” I whispered, and I tried to believe the words, but I could not. “What’s all this about a note? And more flowers?” asked Damian with a concerned look. “Read it,” Riley commanded, handing Damian the small envelope. With one arm still around me, he opened it and began reading. “He left that at school, then came here and left her flowers.” As Damian read the note, I saw his features contract with fear, anger, and worry, and his arm tightened around me. I knew that my expression exactly mirrored his. “What does he mean, he’ll be ‘waiting for you’? He’s actually stalkin’ you!” cried Damian. “This isn’t safe. We need to go to the police.” “What’s the best they can do? I’ll just get a restraining order, but they can’t really do much. I mean, I haven’t even seen the guy!” I exclaimed. “Yet,” interjected Riley. I nodded my head as if to say, true, true. “Still,” he insisted, “It’s better than nothin’.” “Alright, alright, I’ll get it later.” “Before we go back to school!” Riley commanded. “I said I will!” I yelled, exasperated. She nodded at me, and then there was silence. “So what do we do now?” Riley asked. “Well, we can’t go back to my house,” I answered, “He already knows where I live. He might-” I began, but I cut off as a sickening thought reentered my head. “What?” asked Damian urgently. “ – be… in my … house,” I finished, staring blankly in front of me. What if my mom and Callan walked in, and he was there, waiting for me like he promised? “We have to beat them home!” I shouted suddenly, sprinting around Damian’s car and yanking on the locked passenger door. “What? Who? What’re you talkin’ about?” asked Damian. “My mom! What if he’s there, and she walks in with Callan? We have to get home now! God, why did we leave in the first place…?” We wasted no time in rushing back to my house. Riley followed us in her car. Looking over every now and then at Damian, hoping that he would somehow calm me down, I only saw his tightly strained jaw and white knuckles gripping the steering wheel. That did nothing to help me relax. We pulled up into my driveway as before, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw that my mom’s car was not there. She still wasn’t home… “Wait here,” Damian instructed as he walked quickly to the front door. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I countered, following close behind. “Wait! You’re not leavin’ me out here alone!” called Riley from a few feet behind me. “Mollie, what if he’s inside?” asked Damian, rounding on me. “Then I’m not gonna let you go in there by yourself!” I insisted. “Besides, what if he’s not inside? What if he’s out here? What’re ya gonna do then?” To this, he had no argument; if he was really worried about my safety, then he should agree that it was only safe to be together, and not one of us should be separated. “Fine.” “Let’s go,” ushered Riley. Taking special care to look around 360 degrees, Damian approached the front door. It opened with a loud creak, just like in the horror movies. It swung open further and further until it hit the wall behind it. There was a thumping noise as it did so, magnified in the silence. The sound scared me so much, I jumped and grabbed Damian’s arm. I refused to let go for the rest of the time. We cautiously took one step into the house. The entryway was clear, as was the living room, which was the first room we approached. We stood anxiously in the doorway, not making a sound, peering around for any sign of intrusion. Slowly, the three of us turned the corner into the kitchen; it, too, seemed unoccupied, but there were little corners by the fridge and one set of cupboards where one could hide. Pressing my finger to my lips to indicate silence, I crept slowly toward the two spots, my heart pounding fast. Nobody there. We checked the dining room, the two bathrooms, the three bedrooms, each closet, the basement, and the garage, and finally prevailed upon the conclusion of ‘no intruder.’ I could literally breathe easy now! “Well, glad that’s over,” remarked Riley, flopping down on the couch. All I could say was, “You’re crazy of you think it’s over now…”
keep commenting! i love it when you do! ill hopefully update sometime before the weekend. in the meantime, keep those replies coming!
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Post by mala1152 on Sept 24, 2011 17:43:24 GMT -5
another update! ah, the joys of a weekend...
Chapter 11
Somehow, I had managed to get through the weekend. Even more amazingly, Damian and I had managed to apply for a restraining order at the police station without my parents even suspecting anything. However, we were informed that it was very unlikely that I should be granted the restraining order unless something happened to me. With chills down my spine, I accepted this possibility and pushed through the days. I had expected the weekend to be relaxing, full of rest, and void of anxiety; instead, it was the opposite, and I was ready to forget the danger lurking all around us. But it was nearly impossible to ignore the fact that a crazy, obsessed stalker was following me. So when I returned to school that Monday, I was a little frazzled and full of conflicting emotions. Yet, as terrified as I was for my friends, my instinct of self-preservation was stronger. Although I knew it was unwise for them to be around me, right in the line of fire, I couldn’t leave them. Damian would be safe, though; he went back to school that very day. So he was one major worry down. Despite my longing to see him, I comforted myself with the fact that he would be safer at his school than my own. Riley, however, was just as nervous about the whole situation as I was, and with good reason. There were more flowers waiting outside our door when we arrived. Now, we jumped at every sound, refused to be alone, and always had a phone somewhere nearby. Damian was constantly texting me, worried in his own way.
We lived in this constant state of anxiety for almost a week. A new bouquet of flowers appeared every day, each one containing a note. I didn’t want to tell Damian about the notes, but Riley thought it’d be a good idea, and, after a while, I agreed. That Thursday, Riley and I were both sitting on our beds doing homework when a buzzing noise made both of us jump nearly off the mattresses. “What was that?” she cried. “Just my phone,” I said calmly, picking it up from the nightstand. “Geez… could you put it on silent or somethin’?” “Then how am I supposed to know when I get a message?” I snapped. Living on edge did nothing to help either of our moods. Riley grumbled something inaudible, and continued with her homework. I read my text. It was from Damian. I’m headed down to see you. Meet me at the front door in ten. “Riles!” I exclaimed, making her jump yet again. “Damian’s here! I’ve gotta go meet him!” It was literally the best news I had received all week. “Alright; lock the door on your way out,” she instructed. “And take your phone.” “Wouldn’t even dream of leavin’ without it,” I told her sarcastically. Quickly, I strode out the door, locked it behind me, and hurried out to the front. Sitting on the steps, I waited. The sudden news of Damian’s arrival made me so happy that I forgot all my anxiety. Well, most of it, anyway. I couldn’t have been waiting more than five minutes when Damian finally pulled up. As he stepped casually out of his car, I saw one large white cup in each hand. He began walking toward me, a bright smile on his face, and I ran to meet him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I embraced him in the warmest hug possible. I had to let him know how much it meant that he would come see me during the week, when we both had class. He, in turn, put both arms around me; his hug lifted me off my feet. “Oops,” Damian said with a throaty chuckle in my ear. He set me down suddenly. “Don’t wanna spill the coffee.” I looked down at the cups in his hands and saw that he bought Starbucks for the both of us. “Oh, yeah, by all means, save the coffee,” I muttered as a joke. “A simple ‘thank you’ would work!” Mockingly, I took a huge swig of my caramel macchiato and eyed him, meaningfully not thanking him. “Yours is pretty expensive,” he urged. “Fine,” I said, dramatically rolling my eyes. Laughing, I stepped nearer and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” “Any time,” he grinned back. “So what’re ya doin’ here? Dontcha have class?” “Nah, I changed up a class or two, so I’m pretty much finished for the week.” “Oh, well… no complaints there,” I smirked, sliding my arm around his waist and pulling him toward the car. “And plus…” Damian said, “I figured you had a really rough week, so I’d stop by.” How sweet! I thought. I was momentarily speechless by the very mention of this kind gesture; I sat in the passenger seat in silence. When he finally got in, I leaned over and whispered fervently, “I love you.” Damian merely chuckled and grabbed my hand. He slowly started the car and meandered carefully out of the parking lot. “Where’re we goin’?” I asked curiously. In all that time, I hadn’t even bothered to ask why we were getting in the car, where we were going, or what we were doing. “Just out. I thought you’d like a distraction.” You’re distraction enough for me! I felt like saying, but I was too deep in thought to say it. Damian was so in tune with what I wanted, with what I needed. He just seemed to get me. We were always on the same page, no matter what outrageous page of whatever obscure book we were in; our connection was so strong. And even though we had a crazy, infatuated stalker watching our every move, the thought couldn’t touch me as long as I was here, in Damian’s arms.
not much to say now except i hope you enjoyed it! ill probably update again tomorrow, just because ive been a little inconsistent lately. feedback?
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