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Post by mala1152 on Oct 8, 2011 19:50:17 GMT -5
sorry for not updating for a while... schools been hectic and im so busy! but heres a nice long post that youll hopefully like... its pretty intense.
Chapter 12
As it turned out, Damian surprised me and took me out to see a movie. I insisted on paying for the tickets since he bought me coffee, but he claimed it was his treat. He was very good at distractions… But my focus couldn’t exactly be graded as 100%. I had a hard time concentrating on the movie with Damian sitting so close next to me. We always had some kind of contact, whether it was our hands intertwined, our ankles crossed, our arms side-by-side, or my head on his shoulder. The theatre was very nearly empty, so we could whisper back and forth whatever conversations we wished. Overall, it was a pleasant evening so far. We were headed back to school; Damian was dropping me off, then heading back to his own school for the weekend. That is, until his appetite disagreed. “Shhhh,” he told his grumbling stomach. “I’ll get to ya in a minute!” I laughed. “Let’s just stop someplace and get somethin’. There’s this really good Chinese place right around the corner from school … I think I have their takeout number…” Our order was for two chicken lo meins and a fried rice; I gave Damian directions, and, because he sped for a majority of the way, we arrived a few minutes before our order was ready. I elected to go inside and wait for them to call our name. Damian waited outside in the car. I sat patiently in a comfy blue chair near the corner of the brightly-lit waiting area. On my right was a large fish tank that contained at least half dozen different types of tropical fish. They were fascinating to watch! They held my attention for most of the time I waited, but not all. Every time I heard the bells on the door jingle as someone opened it, my head whipped around and I had to make sure nobody suspicious (aka the stalker) walked around the corner. Despite my day full of distractions, the paranoia still lingered. Turning back to the fish tank, I told myself I was being silly. Yeah, because some crazy stalker is gonna follow me into a Chinese takeout place… right… good thinking, Mollie… “McClanahan?” said a lady behind the counter. “Yep, right here,” I said, standing and whipping out my wallet. “Just a sec, your order is coming,” she said, and turned to check that my order was correct. Soon, she stepped aside toward the cash register, and I handed her a twenty. She dug furiously for cash, as the bells on the door jingled and the line was getting rather lengthy. She ripped out my receipt and held it with my change in front of me, but I wasn’t paying attention. He was here. The door opening, the jangling bells… it was him walking in. I was finally seeing him face-to-face again since the last time we met, all those months ago. What was I going to do? Pretend like I didn’t see him? Too late; I was already staring dumbstruck at the lonely corner he occupied, my heart racing like a horse and my palms sweating waterfalls. Did I tell somebody? Who would listen? I couldn’t just walk past him; what if he stopped me, blocked my way? Should I just run to the car? I gulped. Damian was in the car. Damian. My longing to return to the safety of his embrace overwhelmed me, and I knew that all I could do was book it. “Excuse me?” mumbled the lady holding my change. “Miss? Your change?” I heard nothing. All I could see was his face: piercingly dark brown eyes, curled red lips, pale, a few lightly scattered freckles, short brown hair, and, most terrifying, an expression of pure excitement. The only thing I felt was boiling repulsion; the whole idea of this guy following me was… weird. I felt violated; the way he was poking into my life was creepy and unacceptable. More than ever, I just wanted to be away from him and back with Damian, back to safety. Turning away from the woman behind the counter, the one with my money, I grabbed the plastic bag of Chinese food and began walking forcefully down the short hallway toward the door. I purposely looked away from the stalker, but we both knew I saw him. We were both aware of the other’s presence, but not in the warming, romantic way Damian and I were. I steadily grew closer to him in my quest for the door and ultimately Damian’s car. He was glaring at me from his tiny corner; I could feel it. His unblinking eyes searched me up and down, and his mouth twisted in what was supposed to be a smile. “Mollie,” he called me. I shivered in fear; the goosebumps were positively crawling all over me, and it seemed as if my eyes were glued open. My head spun sickeningly, and my stomach rolled as the full force of terror hit me. As usual, my mind reacted, but my body still seemed several steps behind, for I had stopped moving toward the door. He took a small hesitant step toward me, then thought better of it and took a huge stride. That kicked my body into gear. Before I knew what I was doing, my back was straight against the wall across from him, and I was edging myself along it toward the door. I opened my mouth to say something, to demand he leave me alone, but not one sound came out. My throat was constricting, and I realized that it was because some tears of terror welled in the corners of my eyes. “Mollie?” he asked in a confused tone now. When he took another step in my direction, I turned and started to run for it. Then, before I reached the door, I felt a firm grasp on my forearm. His fingers nearly overlapped over my arm, and his hold was not gentle. Something new was in his unblinking dark eyes, a spark of some sort; he was in control, and he knew it. The very idea looked like it intoxicated him, and he acted upon it by pulling my closer. His eyes widened menacingly, as if the idea of having me within his grasp was enthralling. “Stop!” I cried, my voice coming from nowhere. Realizing that it actually was my own voice, I continued shouting at him. “Let go! Get off me!” I shook my arm hard, attempting to loosen his hold; it worked. When I felt his fingers slipping, I yanked my arm away as forcefully as possible. I backed away a few staggered steps, staring him down, seeing his eyes alight at finally seeing me face-to-face, then turned my back to him and ran out to the car. Damian’s car was across the lot. Running all the way across made me feel more exposed than I had inside, but I covered the distance quickly. Seeing the lights on the dashboard from a distance, I made a mad dash and scrambled to open the door, but my hands were shaking so violently I thought they would start an earthquake. “What’s-”asked Damian. “Open the door!” I shrieked. He obligingly reached over and pulled the handle; I jumped in as fast as I could and continued shouting. “Go! Back out! Get out of here!” “What?” he asked, bewildered. “Drive! He’s here!” Damian, flabbergasted for a moment, quickly gathered himself and drove, tires screeching, out of the parking lot. He looked around frantically, the first shock of the situation falling over him like it had me. Meanwhile, I sat in the passenger seat, stunned beyond words and crying silently to myself. How did he find me? Why would he confront me? What would he do if he found me in a private, secluded place? The fire in his eyes was not a comforting image, nor was the disgusting smile he had on his face. He could not come near me or Riley or Damian; the prospect was much too scary. “Mollie? What happened?” Damian asked, eyes still on the road. I once again opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a short breath before it caught in my throat as the tears continued to roll. “Molls!” cried Damian, alarmed now that I was crying. “What did he do?” But I couldn’t respond. All I could do was hide my tears in his shoulder and clutch his arm as if it was my only hope at maintaining sanity.
if you think that this one was intense, you ain't seen nothin yet, trust me! things keep building and building and building... you get the picture. anywhooo, ill update soon!
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Post by mala1152 on Oct 15, 2011 12:42:12 GMT -5
hooray for extra-long updates!
Chapter 13
“Let’s get inside,” Damian urged, leading me by the arm into my dorm. I nodded blindly, my eyes still full of tears and my mouth unable to form words. I was literally paralyzed with fright. When we finally reached my room, Damian never even asked if I had a key; he just reached into my pocket and unlocked the door for me. He even locked it again once we were inside. He then led me by the hand to the couch and gently settled me down upon it. I stared, unthinkingly, ahead of me into space, seeing nothing except Damian’s concern. “Mollie, what happened?” I hadn’t stopped crying since I got in the car, and it did not seem like I was going to stop anytime soon, so I choked back a sob and tried to begin. “He – he was there,” I said, my voice cracking. Damian held my hand reassuringly. “I was – was even lookin’ fer h-him, I just had a – a feelin’… And then I paid, but he – he walked in and s-stood by the door, and I tried to get around him, I really did, but –” The words stopped abruptly as my crying worsened. I drew unsteady breaths in an attempt to slow my tears, but it did not work. “I’m so scared,” I cried. “What did he do?” fired Damian. “Did he hurt you?” It was too much, the pain and the fear and the worry; I buried my face into Damian’s shoulder and cried even harder. “Oh, Damian,” I said unintelligibly, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. He just sat there, letting me cry into his shirt, stroking my hair comfortingly. Eventually, after long minutes and a few sniffs, I calmed down enough to speak understandable words, and Damian restated his questions. “Did he hurt you? What did he say?” Gingerly, I held up my arm, and explained, “He wouldn’t say anythin’. And he – he wouldn’t let me get by. He grabbed be and – and just – I don’t even know what he was thinkin’. There were people around, he couldn’t do anythin’ without other people noticin’.” Damian gently pushed up my sleeve to look at the arm I held out in front of me. Thankfully, there were no bruises from where the stalker gripped me too hard, but it still hurt when Damian touched. I winced, and I saw Damian’s face contort angrily. “How can he – what does he think – when I get ahold – if he ever –” he began, but cut off into angry, concerned silence. He merely looked at me, and, realizing that anger would hardly help my terrified state, he stopped. After a long silence, he finally spoke again. “When’s Riley comin’ home?” I, however, was staring back into space, barely coherent as I thought of all the possible dangers this situation brought to light. My only response was a shrug of my shoulders. “Molls?” he asked, grabbing my sore arm and tugging me back down to Earth. The feel of his hand on my arm, just like the stalker had it… I looked up into his face, but all I could see was the scene unfolding before my eyes of what happened in the restaurant. “Stop!” I cried, jerking away from his touch. “Don’t – don’t…” But as I stood, I saw that it was Damian, and the whole thing had been a figment of my imagination. Damian now sat on the couch with a troubled expression, looking at me like I had lost my mind. “What’s the matter?” he asked, looking hurt. “It’s okay, you’re safe now…” As he said this, he stood and came over to where I stood, swaying slightly, lost in thought. He wrapped his arms around me what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but again I shrugged out of his embrace. “Don’t – don’t touch me,” I insisted, sliding away from him further. My body was super-sensitive since the stalker touched me; almost every touch since I relived the experience was like an electric shock. Looking at Damian, I saw the hurt expression on his face. “I just – I just need to calm down. Yeah, just relax…” my voice trailed off. “Stay here,” I commanded him. “Where are you goin’?” he asked, alarmed. “To shower. I need to just relax.” My mind was a flurry of thoughts, none of them good. A shower would help my body relax, and hopefully would allow me to get my thoughts together. Thankfully, it did. As the hot water ran down my face, washing away some of my worries, I became so ashamed of the way I just treated Damian. Why was I taking this out on him? Here he was, trying to comfort me, and all I could tell him was ‘don’t touch me’? I was being ridiculous; as long as he was here, I’d be alright. I changed into my long-sleeved shirt and pajama pants quickly in the bathroom, and when I walked out of the door, Damian stood in front of the couch, waiting for me, and tensing for my reaction. Folding my arms across my chest, I meandered slowly over to him. Fear still gripped my stomach, but I had a better control over it now. Finally, I made my way across the small room and stood in front of Damian; however, just as I asked him before, he did not touch me. It was almost like he feared my reaction if he tried to hug me. The lack of embrace made me edgy, so I incited it this time. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and snuggled deep into his chest. I turned my wet head to the side so I could talk. Damian’s arms remained at his sides for a moment before he accepted my hug and held me in his arms. “Are you okay now?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. “I’m better,” I replied. Neither of us addressed the elephant in the room, for which I was thankful. I wanted to get that night’s incident as far from my mind as possible. We stood there in the middle of my dorm, enclosed in the tender hug, for a long minute. That is, until Riley came bursting into the room. Since my nerves were so on edge, my head snapped up immediately and the muscles in my back tensed, but relaxed once I recognized Riley. Damian, who felt me jump in his arms, rubbed my back gently with a smile. “Hey, Riley,” Damian greeted my untimely best friend. Riley, seeing us standing in our embrace, immediately jumped to the right conclusion. “What happened?” she demanded at once. “Did somethin’-” “Yeah,” I said croakily, “There’s a problem.” I tried to turn gently out of Damian’s arms, but he insisted on keeping them wrapped around my waist. Leaning back against him, I proceeded to tell Riley the short version of my story. “The s-s-stalker showed up when we were gettin’ dinner. We’re fine,” I said quickly, seeing her eyes widen and mouth drop. “Just a little shaken up,” finished Damian. Riley struggled for words. She blinked furiously, her mouth opening and shutting while she searched for words to express her shock. Finally, she settled on, “What?! How did he find you? What did he do? Why didn’t you scream or somethin’? In a public place? Oh my God…” “I don’t know,” I answered, avoiding her eyes. The terror in her eyes was echoed in mine. And it was entirely my fault. She then proceeded to drag me over to her bed, sit me down, and pump me for information. Damian gave his input from my bed. When she was finally finished her rapid-fire questioning, she glanced at me caringly. “Oh, just thank God you’re okay,” she said, hugging me tightly around my shoulders. “When I think of what could’ve happened…” “Please don’t,” I said, grimacing at the idea. “I’d rather not think about it.” The three of us sat in silence for a few moments more, until Riley broke it. “What’s this?” she asked Damian, striding over to the couch and gesturing to it broadly. At second glance, I saw that there was a fuzzy blanket from my bed draped along the cushions, and two scratchy couch pillows stuffed onto one end. “Damian?” I asked questioningly. “I did that while you were in the shower,” he explained, coming over and plopping on the couch. In response to my bewildered expression, he said, “What? I couldn’t leave you here alone tonight.” “But-but you have school!” I declared. “Nuh-uh,” he reminded me, “Not for a few days.” “What about clothes? You don’t have anythin’ with ya!” “So? That’s hardly important,” he stressed. Riley, impatient with our little squabble, rolled her eyes, sighed, and went into the bathroom to change. It was probably just a pretense to let Damian and me hash it out without her getting involved. “Damian, seriously, you don’t have to stay –” “Ya know, it almost sounds like ya don’t want me here,” he challenged sarcastically, folding his arms. “Wha – no, I – don’t be ridiculous,” I stammered. “Of course I want you here, but after this… he knows you now, too.” “Now don’t you be ridiculous,” Damian scolded me. He stood and said, “There’s more than enough reason for me to stay. What if he comes back, huh? I’m stayin’, Molls.” He said it with such finality, yet I couldn’t stop resisting. The closer Damian was to me, the closer he was to danger, and with the way the stalker approached me tonight, I couldn’t handle it if Riley or Damian got hurt. “But y-” “Mollie!” he shouted, cutting me off. “It doesn’t matter what ya say, I’m spendin’ the night, alright? I can’t be so far away… in case somethin’ happened… it’s just better this way. ‘Kay?” Speechless at his concern for me, I nodded. “Okay,” I said, feeling a rush of warm surge through my veins. Nobody had ever… ever done something like this for me. I could not help but feel a little flattered, but mostly I had a stronger love for Damian than I’d ever felt. “Now,” he said, fluffing up his pillows on the couch, “D’you have class tomorrow mornin’? Don’t set yer alarm, ‘cause I don’t really feel like gettin’ up too early…” He settled himself onto the short couch, and looked extremely uncomfortable. His feet hung off the opposite end, and the blanket looked barely long enough to pass his knees. Smirking, I turned and made my way to bed after a quick, good-night kiss.
i thought this part was sweet, dont you? anywhoo, we're about halfway through the story... but if you think its been excting so far, youre in for a treat! keep the comments coming!
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Post by mala1152 on Oct 22, 2011 13:14:24 GMT -5
the creepiness of this short update is overwhelming... perfect for this time of year, with halloween right around the corner, right?
Chapter 14
Darkness surrounded me; there was no way to tell left from right, up from down. It was so thick that I could not see my hand that I was holding directly in front of my face. Yet, somehow, the place I was in seemed vaguely familiar... Suddenly, a bright yellow light flickered somewhere above me, then went on full blast, blinding me. Shielding my eyes, I saw that I was barefoot, wearing my long pajamas. Also, my hair was a frizz-tastic mess. I was standing barefoot on a concrete floor; there were no walls, just a stretch of gray floor, stretching endlessly into more darkness. What was going on here? Then, as if to answer my question, there he came – the stalker. Chuckling innocently, he stepped out of the darkness, casting a long shadow over the dull concrete. His hands were folded behind his back, and his head was bowed in the most devious manner. Slowly, deliberately menacing, he lifted his head and opened his unblinking, piercing, dark eyes to stare at the mess that I was. His lips, curled into a joyous smile, opened, and he spoke. “Mollie,” he said brightly, “It’s been so long!” “Wh-what do you want?” my voice shook. “What do I want?” he repeated. He shrugged, tilting his head to the left. “I just want us to be together.” Seeing my obviously terrified expression, the smile faded away from his face. “Don’t you want that, too?” I was backing away slowly, expecting to fall into darkness, but none came. “Mollie!” the stalker shouted, creeping towards me. “Don’t you want that, too?” “No!” I shouted. “No! Leave me alone!” For a second, he looked hurt. I stopped backing away, and, inexplicably, felt an overwhelming urge to sit down… probably because my head was spinning and my breath was coming in shallow gasps. The next thing I knew, I was collapsing; I sat there, watching his expression change. From pain, his face then flickered between confusion, blankness, sadness, and longing. Finally, however, his face stayed at one emotion: rage. His face contorted with anger, he stepped into the light, which became brighter at once. “We have to be together,” he said simply. “No!” I cried again, fearing now more than I ever had. “Yes,” he said, walking quickly in my direction. This time, however, I was speechless. I began crawling backwards, trying to get away from him, but finally, when he walked no more, he lunged, jumping on top of me and preventing my escape. “No!”
to be continued, lassies... more to come!
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Post by mala1152 on Nov 5, 2011 17:46:40 GMT -5
i hate being sick but hopefully this update will make me feel a bit better! Chapter 14 con't “No! No, no, no, no…” came a thick, slurred voice. “No… stop it…” “Mollie,” murmured another voice. “Mollie!” My heart rate quickened – it was the stalker. My brain jerked the rest of my body awake, and I sat bolt upright. Only this time, I was in a bed… the darkness still surrounded me, and hands were on my head and arms. Kicking and flailing uselessly, I tried my hardest to free myself of my captor’s hold. “Stop it! Let go!” I yelled, but a hand just clamped down over my mouth. “Mollie! Sssshhh,” came the deep voice. It sounded soothing, but how did I know? I screamed into his hand. All my kicking and writhing did was get me tangled up in my bed sheets. “Calm down! Mollie!” the voice was whispering loudly. “It’s me!” I struggled even harder. “Stop – hey, Mollie, settle – calm down, it’s me! It’s Damian!” Immediately, I stopped struggling, opened my eyes wide, and stared into the darkness. I sighed in relief – it was Damian. He removed his hand from my mouth and moved the hair out of my face. The other hand went behind my back and pulled me tight to him for a short hug. “Wh-what just happened?” I asked shakily. My whole body was shaking, and I was breathing heavily. “You just had a bad dream,” he answered soothingly. That was it? It wasn’t true? I sighed again in relief, and pulled back to look at him. “It was… just… a dream…. None of it … really happened?” “Well, the shoutin’ did,” he said sheepishly. I understood that he looked apologetic for holding his hand over my mouth to keep me from shouting out. “You almost woke up the whole buildin’!” “I woke you up? I’m sorry…” Damian chuckled once. “No, it’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” I nodded. Now that the initial shock was over, my mind was wide awake – my body… not so much. Something was nagging my brain, though, something alarming. “Where’s Riley?” I shoved the sheets off the bed in my haste to get out and see Riley. If Damian had woken up, why hadn’t she? Where was she? “Riles?” I whispered into the darkness. Through the darkness, all I could see was a great heap lying on her bed. I made my way across the room, hands outstretched, to see if she was there. The heap was breathing heavy, steady breaths. The bright red hair splayed across her pillow showed me that she was still asleep. If I was shouting as loudly as Damian said, how could she sleep through that?! I shook my head, laughing at my strange best friend. She sure knew how to make me anxious… as if I needed anything more to worry about… “Better now?” Damian asked as I climbed back into my bed. He sat cross-legged at the end, no more than a silhouette in the darkness. “Much,” I said. “What time is it?” “About four.” “Hmph. Awesome.” Then there was silence; I lay there, staring at the ceiling, and he sat at the end of my bed, staring at who-knows-what. A thought came to me, and now seemed as good a time as any to voice it. “Damian?” I murmured into the darkness. He probably thought I had drifted back off to sleep. If only I could… “Hm?” I sat up and pulled the bed sheets from around me, and scooted down the bed to where Damian was sitting. His arms found me in the darkness and pulled me close; I rested my head upon his shoulder and began my soliloquy. “So… I know I was a little… tense earlier.” I waited for him to acknowledge, but I realized he needed some further information. “When I was afraid to be touched.” “Oh, that.” “Yeah, that. I just… I just wanted to tell you that – God, this sounds corny – I’m not gonna let all this stalker business come between us, ‘kay?” The sentence came out a little jumbled near the end, for I was so ready to go back to sleep. I closed my eyes and leaned into Damian, who chuckled quietly in his deep, steady voice. “I’m good with that.” I yawned hugely, and turned and snuggled cozily into Damian’s side. He wrapped his warm arms around me and rested his head on top of mine. It was a sweet gesture, and it made me feel less embarrassed about my short monologue. Slowly, I drifted out of consciousness… “Go to sleep, Molls,” Damian’s voice crooned as he eased me down gently back to my pillows. Refusing to extract my arms from around him, I brought him down with me, and I blindly pulled my covers around us. I was nearly asleep; I was still coherent enough to feel Damian kiss my cheek and mutter, “Good night.” Smiling to myself, I realized that, with Damian here beside me, not even bad dreams could haunt me. okay, so you guys got me, it WAS a dream. sweet update comments please!
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Post by mala1152 on Nov 23, 2011 21:59:11 GMT -5
so sorry for not updating in a while, i was on a retreat for school, and ive just been so busy! thanks for still reading this even tho im so inconsistent... i know its annoying to you all, cuz its annoying to me! i PROMISE ill update tomorrow!
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Post by mala1152 on Nov 24, 2011 19:53:11 GMT -5
here it is, as promised Chapter 15 The rest of the weekend passed by uneventfully – a blessing. Damian stayed until Sunday, and we even got in a short run around the streets surrounding the school. Although I was no stranger to separation, it was difficult to see Damian leave that Sunday evening. “Call me,” he said, “As s –” “As soon as somethin’ happens, I know, I know, Damian,” I rolled my eyes at him. “You’ve been tellin’ me all day! I think I can manage to dial a phone.” He sighed in exasperation. Putting his hands on my shoulders and looking very stolid, he said, “I’m serious.” “Yes, I know you are. You’ve been plenty helpful the past few days, but really, I’ll be fine.” “You’ve said that since I first met you,” he grumbled, “And you’re expectin’ me to believe ya now?” “Damian, you know I’m fine. I haven’t even gotten flowers in three days!” This much was true; I couldn’t tell if the stalker just got tired of me (doubted), or if he was working up some plan more extravagant than flowers. The latter had me more worried than anything, even more so than another face-to-face encounter. “C’mon, let’s go, time for you to get back to school!” I insisted, placing my hands on his chest and shoving him out the door. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. “Yes, yes, I’ll miss ya, and I’ll call ya every day if ya want me to, but you’ve already done too much, so go have some time to yerself! Bye!” I shut the door in his face playfully, despite the truth behind my words; he already had done too much for me, something I could never repay. Of course, if it were up to me, I’d have him stay forever and a day, but that quite obviously could not happen. Just as I was walking away from the door to catch up on some sleep, there was a knock on the door. I warily approached it, as if it were an explosive, and gingerly turned the knob. Peering through the crack on the other side was… Damian. He laughed, and I rolled my eyes at him. “What, did you forget somethin’?” “Yep,” he said sweetly, “This.” He swooped down and kissed me suddenly, taking me off guard. Honestly, though, it was the most relieved I had felt since this whole mess started. Damian’s hand wove through my hair, and I used my own to pull him closer. The only real thing in my world right then was him… “C’mon, guys, really?” Riley had just chosen to walk out of the bathroom and seen our embrace. She was only pretending to be annoyed, but it sounded more convincing than her other jokes about us. “Really, can’t you two take it outside or somethin’?” Her broad grin showed me how happy she really was for me, but her otherwise annoyed appearance showed me that Damian needed to go. “Talk to ya later,” I mumbled, pink in the face. Damian walked down the hall, laughing to himself. I felt bad, though, that I kept ignoring Riley for Damian, especially this weekend. “Sorry ‘bout that,” I said sincerely, and she knew I was apologizing for much more. “Don’t worry about it,” she told me earnestly. Looking around the nearly empty dorm room, she shouted, “Now, how ‘bout some girl time?!” I grumbled, but decided to let her have her way. After all, what else was I going to do? “What d’ya have in mind?” A manicure, a facial, a massage, two pints of Rocky Road, and an entire season of Glee later, Riley and I sat at the end of her bed flipping through magazines and laughing and joking as only we could. As the night went on, however, our giggles subsided and we both fell asleep. I hoped that the nightmares would stay away, since Riley would probably be too heavily asleep to wake me up. Mercifully, they did. I awakened the next morning from a dreamless sleep, feeling refreshed and ready for the week ahead of me. Monday brought few surprises; I had a paper to write and a lab to make up in bio, and spent hours that day doing my work. Tuesday was rougher; due to lack of sleep the night before, I was already dragging through my day at ten in the morning. That is, until Riley showed up in Economics with two venti Starbucks lattés. “Admit it – I’m a lifesaver,” she said, handing me my cup. I hastily took a large gulp, which burned my tongue and esophagus. “I don’t know about lifesaver,” I spluttered, “But you’re probably savin’ my grade in this class!” Cup of coffee in hand, I made it through the rest of my long day. Then, Wednesday, I had a pretty light schedule academically. All I had was a lab, but that wasn’t until late in the evening. So when I awoke early that morning, around seven o’clock, I didn’t know what to do with myself until then. Riley was still dead asleep; just beyond the desk, a small slit of sunlight peaked through the blinds. Sunshine? In Ireland? No way! I wanted to take advantage of the nice weather. I was itching to get outside and run, let myself take a break from all the stress, but I knew that the risks associated with it were too great to do what I wanted. And yet… What if I just took a quick run? Just a mile! That’s all I would do, a quick mile… or two… and then I’d be right back in my dorm with Riley. It would only take twenty minutes, and if I changed and headed out now, I could probably be back before Riley even woke up. She and Damian wouldn’t know, plus it would help me relax and deal with all my stalker issues. I made up my mind. I threw on the first running clothes I found, strangled my hair into a bun, and snuck silently out of the dorm with my shoes half-on. After a little warm-up and stretch, I was swiftly on my way to a nice, relaxing jog. There was no need to be a speed demon. It was a beautiful morning; the sky was blue and without a hint of a cloud, and the sun shone just brightly enough for me to feel the heat on my shoulders without it being too much. There was a comfortable breeze that blew around me as I ran. The campus was busy as people strolled to their early classes, and crowded enough that I saw several people I knew. Their bright waves elevated my mood even more. In, two, three, four… Out, two, three, four…I still had to control my breathing, but because of my slower pace, it was much easier. I had time to appreciate the gardens, planted by a science class, and say a few passing words to passersby I recognized. Of course, as a general precaution, I stayed will within the sights of other people, in very public places. Soon, too soon, I was making the loop to start on my way back to my dorm. In all honesty, I had not thought of the stalker once on this quaint jog. There was no need; I was happy, doing something I wanted to be doing. As usual, thoughts jumbled and ricocheted around my head as I ran, but this time, they were good thoughts. When I returned to my room, and, after a shower and a quick breakfast, I knew I would be in an excellent mood for the rest of the day. Maybe I’d even give Damian a call… Reaching the front doors of my building, I slowed down and wiped my face with my shirt. I sat on the steps until my breathing returned to its normal pace, and then I hurriedly went inside to shower and get changed. Maybe I would make a habit out of this, a one to two mile jog in the morning, just to refresh myself. It was a pleasant idea. I felt as if nothing, not even the petrifying danger chasing after us, could touch me... well, folks, there it is... gotta love riley! ill update sometime next week. keep the comments coming, good or bad! happy thanksgiving!
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Post by mala1152 on Jan 13, 2012 19:02:53 GMT -5
*fearfully pokes head into noxville...* so... i know i have some explaining to do as to why i havent updated in two months... so here goes... it all started in november, on thanksgiving weekend. i went out of town, and my family decided to bring our laptop with us - our laptop that contained ALL my stories from years back. well, my mom was messing with it, and let the battery die. i figured, no big deal, ill charge it up and itll be fine. so i did. next thing i know, my brother's showing us the laptop and how its screen is totally full of random numbers and colors and instructions that make no sense whatsoever. we brought it to the geek squad, and they said it could be fixed no problem. well, there was a problem. we lost all our files, which meant i lost all my stories from years ago, even before my first series. while i still had these copies here online, i lost all my progress so far on "the unknown" and its sequel. thus, i have not posted since november. HOWEVER... after having the hard drive on the laptop wiped and fixing a few corrupt files of backups of this story from my flash drive, i have managed to salvage almost the entire story. ive been editing and fixing parts that i wrote before, and i should hopefully have an update up before the weekend is over. im so sorry its been so long! i was sort of in denial about losing all my writings that i didnt bother to come on and post anything. now that its all fixed, we can finish this story in style and start the new one soon!
~mala p.s. i hope you enjoyed the dramatic story above ^^^ since it was the first ive posted in a while, i figured it should be a pleasant read! but it is all still true.
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Post by mala1152 on Jan 30, 2012 9:10:06 GMT -5
FINALLY! here it is!
Chapter 16
The next day was much more laid back as I finished up my homework for the weekend. Damian was coming, and I wanted to spend less time on homework and more time with him. Riley and I had not gone much of anywhere since I got back from my run, and we made do with the food we had lying around the dorm. I decided that after my little stunt yesterday, I should lay low, just in case. The more I thought about going for that run, the more I realized how bad a decision it truly was. Too bad, I thought, It helped my mind settle down. And it was true… for that day. Now, all my mind was focused on was Damian and his arrival that Friday (in addition to the stalker, of course; he was always somewhere in the back of my mind). Tidying up the room seemed like a good idea, as well as getting some food. We could only live off of vending machine food for so long! So, that Thursday, Riley and I drove to the nearest grocery store, Sainsbury’s Supermarket. “How much do we have?” Riley asked me. “Not enough for that,” I told her as she picked up a box of expensive cereal. “If we’re gonna buy Starbucks this week, we can only spend… about… this much.” As Riley received the money I put in her hands, which was quite a substantial amount, albeit not for groceries, her face lit up. “Let’s go!” she yelled, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the ice cream aisle. After steering her away from there, I logically bought some frozen dinners, granola bars, fruit snacks, water bottles, and, of course, coffee beans. She, however, was determined to get a box of fudgesicles, marshmallows, Smarties, peanut butter, and a twelve pack of Pepsi. “Riles, we only have this much,” I said for the fifth time, showing her the money in my hand. “But – but – but… mini donuts!” she said, a sad puppy expression on her face. Feeling her longing and my shared love of chocolate covered donut holes, I unwillingly grumbled, “Alright, put it in the cart.” As she cheered silently behind me, I proceeded to the checkout line. It only took a few minutes to ring up our items. Luckily, we had money left over from what I had set aside specifically for groceries. “See, we could’ve gotten the fudgesicles,” Riley complained on the way out the door. “Oh, shut up,” I retorted, pushing the cart out to the car. Then, as if I knew something would happen, I snapped my head up just in time to see a large silver SUV pull into the parking lot, going way too fast. I only caught a glimpse of the driver, but it was enough to convince me of who it really was. “Riley?” I said suddenly. “Yeah?” “Walk faster.” “Okay… wait, why?” she asked, alarmed. “Just because.” She gasped. “Is he followin’ us?” I nodded my head. “But – how? Where?” “Silver SUV, it just pulled in. Don’t look!” I cried as she started to turn her head. “Let’s… let’s just get to the car, throw all the groceries in, and book it.” “Okay,” she said, taking a steadying breath, as if she was just about to go onstage for a huge performance. I power walked to the car, and Riley had the trunk open and a bag of groceries inside before I could tell her to hurry. Hurry, my mind told me instead. The bags flew into the car rhythmically, as if I was a machine. I felt like one at that moment; numb on the outside, flinging things around robotically as my mind went into a tailspin. What if he caught up to us? What would he do this time? I gulped. Riley was with me now; what if that upset him, and he did something drastic? Would he follow us back to our dorm? My peripheral vision could only give me so much, and I lost sight of the SUV. That made me antsier than anything else, not knowing where he was. However, the protective instinct I always had when watching Callan kicked in, for I constantly had a view of Riley from my peripheral vision. If she got hurt because of my problem… I couldn’t bear the thought. Quicker than I would have thought possible, the bags were strewn all over the trunk, and I was a blur of action and hushed, jumbled words. “Quick, just push the cart aside, who cares where it goes – hurry up and get in the car! I don’t know where he is – maybe… no, just get in, you drive, I can’t focus right now, my hands are shakin’ so much… back out fast, don’t slow down ‘til ya get on the road. Got it?” Riley grabbed the keys from my hand and shoved me toward the passenger door. The keys were in the ignition before I even sat down, and she started backing out before I had the door closed. I was looking around frantically, hoping that the stalker was out of his car so he couldn’t follow us. Then, at that thought, I mashed the locks down forcefully, as if the harder I pushed them, the more protective the door would be. My eyes scanned the parking lot in front of us, and we were almost out of our parking spot. Suddenly, a loud thud came from the trunk and Riley slammed on the brakes, her head whipping around to stare at me, horrified. As I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw what had made her panic. The stalker was standing, hands on the trunk, staring through the back window. We couldn’t back up for fear of hitting him; we couldn’t go forward because of the car in front of us; and we couldn’t stay where we were, because the stalker would… get us! “Molls!” cried Riley. Her eyes were widening, looking past me now. And I saw what had caused the terrified expression. The stalker was rounding the side of the car, toward the passenger side. I hastily slammed down the locks on the back doors, and watched in fear as the stalker proceeded to stand right outside my door. He bent down, exactly level with my face, and placed him palms on the window. His frightening dark eyes bore into mine, and he looked excited and mischievous. A genuine smile broke out across his face, but it scared the life out of me. I instinctively leaned away from the window, and I felt Riley’s hand pull me away from him. Slowly, his mouth opened, and he began to speak. “Mollie, let’s go, we’ll be toge –” But I didn’t hear the rest of what he said. At that moment, Riley floored it, flying backward out of the spot. She shifted into drive in the blink of an eye, and soon we were speeding out of the parking lot, making an illegal turn onto the main road, and zooming ever closer to safety.
ill hopefully update soon! lemme know how you liked it!
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 2, 2012 14:55:45 GMT -5
hey all! i know its been a while, but im taking time out of my english class to update... so appreciate! heres the next bit!
Chapter 17
“Riles, I – I’m so sorry,” I repeated. “Don’t be stupid,” she said yet again. “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault!” “It was today,” I insisted. “If – if I didn’t –” “If ya didn’t what, Mollie? There was nothin’ ya could’ve done! Nobody coulda known he was gonna follow us to a grocery store, for God’s sakes. Don’t apologize again, ‘cause ya know I won’t accept it.” I sighed. Since she was right, and she wouldn’t accept my apology (even though I felt obligated to apologize for putting her through such a traumatic experience), I shut my mouth. Since returning to our dorm, Riley and I had closed and locked the windows and door. I pulled down the blinds, and Riley jammed our nightstand up against the locked and bolted door. We spoke only in hushed tones. We both knew what the other was thinking, although neither of us voiced our suspicion – that he had possibly followed us here, back to the only place we felt safe. Of course, I’d feel safest in Damian’s arms as before, but he wasn’t coming until tomorrow. I was more scared than I was the first time I encountered the stalker. Riley was a slight comfort, but she was just as worried as I was, which did nothing to help my nerves. “D’you think I should call Damian?” I asked her. “I dunno,” she said. “I’d kinda like to have someone here, but that won’t help anythin’.” She had a point. Still, I would not want to take him away from anything just to come sit with us for a while; he would be here tomorrow, which was merely hours away. Sighing, I crawled into bed, but sleep would not – could not – take me. I stared into the alarm clock on the nightstand jammed against the door. The bright red numbers flicked and changed sluggishly, showing how slowly time actually moves. Just a few more hours, I chanted to myself constantly. The fear that gripped my stomach never left; that, added with anticipation for Damian’s arrival, made my stomach clench painfully. The numbers continued to change throughout the night, my only source of light in the surrounding darkness. I could hear Riley’s deep breathing across the room; she was asleep. I fidgeted constantly. No matter how hard I tried, I could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, he was there, his sharp brown eyes staring at me and his face alight with sickening excitement. The red numbers continued to change.
After what seemed like a shocking eternity, a narrow beam of light shone between the blinds covering the windows. With a jolt, I came to the realization I must have gone all night without sleep – my first college all-nighter. Smiling ruefully to myself, I thought of how ironic the whole situation was. The ugly red letters now read 6:27. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since I last slept, and I was sure my face reflected that. I stood, crept silently into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. Surely enough, my eyes were red, my face pale, and the purple crescents under my eyes betrayed my sleepless night. No amount of makeup would cover it. Besides, Damian would find out eventually the reason for my all-nighter, so why bother trying to get rid of the “evidence?” I did, however, fix myself up to be remotely presentable by the time Damian came, around ten thirty. Riley and I were sitting on the couch watching TV to pass the time when a knock came on the door. “Who is it?” Riley called. “Right, because the obsessive header is gonna answer you,” I snapped. Lack of sleep did nothing to help improve my mood. “It’s Damian,” Damian called confusedly from the other side. “Help me move the nightstand,” I said to Riley, striding quickly across the dorm. Once it was out of the way enough for me to open the door, I lazily pulled the door back and got a full look at him. He looked much more well-rested than I, but still looked slightly tired. As usual, his bright lagoon blue eyes shone, which were difficult to look away from. He wore casual clothes – sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a gray hoodie. His hair was a little tousled, and his tall stature seemed even taller, for his shoulders were hunched the slightest bit in what looked like anxiety. Maybe he was excited to see me… that would change soon, though, as I told him of my fear to leave the dorm and my severe sleep deprivation. “Hey, D,” I said as energetically as possible, but he was not fooled. “Hey. You look terrible,” he said, stepping inside. He held me at arm’s length, examining my weary face. “Thanks,” I grumbled, accepting a greeting hug. Although I usually would have hugged him tightly, I simply didn’t have the energy, and leaned into his chest comfortably. “Whadja do, pull an all-nighter?” Damian joked, as if the idea was amusing. “Pretty much.” This surprised him. He pulled back and looked at me once more, eyebrows knit together. “Why?” “Because the creepy nutter followed us to the grocery store yesterday,” Riley answered for me. “What?” Damian asked alarmingly. “Don’t worry,” I murmured, but Riley spoke more. “It was in the parkin’ lot, and it wasn’t as close as – as last time. We were in the car, and he just – just sorta – kinda came outta nowhere, actually. But we booked it as fast as we could back here.” “Are you sure he didn’t follow you here?” “There were no flowers or anythin’,” I said quietly, but it was my suspicion all along. “No note?” Damian inquired. “I don’t – I don’t… think… so…” I trailed off, looked at the bottom of the door. There was a small envelope there that I didn’t notice last night. It lay partially obscured by the nightstand, like it had been slipped under the door after the nightstand was placed behind it. “What’s that?” Riley asked as I picked it up. “It’s a new note,” I replied shakily and my tired hands moved to open it. “It was under the nightstand, I didn’t even see it ‘til now…” I quickly opened the letter and absorbed all its comments. It was written in the same hand, in the same ink, on the same paper, so there was no denying from whom it came. I read aloud, my eyes growing wider, My Dearest Mollie, Our love will bring us together, even when so many other people try to force us apart. All I want is for us to be together, where we belong. I know it’s what you want, too. Don’t worry, though, I’ll have you with me soon. Then we can finally love in close proximity. It won’t be long now, love.It became harder to read near the end; I had no idea why until Damian’s hand closed over my own to stop it from shaking. My wide eyes stared fearfully into his as both our minds clicked. The stalker had a plan, and the plan was to get to me. “Mollie?” came Riley’s voice, breaking through my silent horror. “Breathe.” I exhaled in a huge gust, keeping my eyes on the note. Our love will bring us together, he wrote. Our love? Why would he think I loved him? He was seriously delusional. Maybe that was why he was seeing a psychologist... And the “other people” he referred to… were they Riley and Damian? He must know about Damian and me! I glanced frantically around the room until my eyes rested upon Damian. If the stalker really thought I loved Damian, he would undoubtedly see Damian as a threat. If he tried to hurt Damian… My heart was smashing against my ribcage, as if it wanted to escape. At that moment, I almost wanted it to escape, and to have all my feelings escape with it; that way, this constant nagging worry would no longer plague my life. This had gotten out of hand… “What do we do?” I exclaimed, my voice cracking from exhaustion, fear, and guilt. For once, Damian and Riley had nothing to say. We stared at each other, finally realizing the full-scale danger we were in. At last, as I waited for someone to answer me, as I awaited a response that would leave me breathless with relief, Damian spoke. “I don’t know.”
well, ya'll know the drill, lemme know how ya liked it, and keep the comments comin! and dont worry, i didnt miss anything important in english class. i know you were very concerned (psh yeah right.) ill update soon!
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Post by mala1152 on Mar 19, 2012 21:46:27 GMT -5
You all probably thought i forgot about you, didnt you? well, you're partially correct... sorry its been a while for an update! but i think this post is more than worth it...
Chapter 18
That weekend was a busy one, and one I did not particularly enjoy, despite Damian’s visit. We made another call to the police, who agreed that something was not right about the situation. They said they would be on the lookout for the stalker, and asked for his information. That baffled me. I realized I didn’t even know his name, first or last, and I certainly did not have a picture to give the police. However, they assured me that someone would look into it and try to locate the stalker, wherever he may be. While their assurances were slightly comforting, my nerves were still on edge. I was not leaving my dorm for anything, no matter how important. From our room, I called the people in the dorms surrounding ours (at least, the ones I knew), and told them to be on the lookout for a man matching the stalker’s description. When they asked why, I lied and told them he was an ex-boyfriend I was not too keen to see. They agreed to keep quiet and make sure my name was not mentioned should someone come snooping. However, I did not see what good that would do, since the stalker obviously knew which room was mine; he left flowers right outside my door. They appeared once again. It seemed that every preparation had been made, except for one: I still had to tell my parents. I thought it would be better for them to hear it from me instead of someone else in case… in case the stalker actually did something about his obsession. The phone call was not a pleasant one, and a fair amount of crying ensued on my mother’s part. My dad insisted upon me returning home immediately, but I reminded them that me leaving would do nothing, that the stalker would probably follow me there. With a great effort, I told them I was okay, that I was not extremely worried, and that the situation was under control. When I hung up, I left them with the impression that I just had a slightly over-zealous secret admirer; they did not need to know the full extent of my problem. Just in case, however, I took other measure to ensure they knew the full story. Unbeknownst to Damian or Riley, I wrote notes to everyone respectively, in the event the stalker kidnapped me or… or worse. I wrote a letter to Damian, Riley, my parents, Granddad, and Callan, in hope that they would know how much I loved them and where to look for me if I escaped the stalker. I made sure they all knew I had no intention of dragging them through this mess, and how sorry I was that they had to suffer so much because of it. I hid them under my mattress, and hoped that they would never reach their recipients. I barely slept a wink that whole weekend, even with Damian by my side. While Damian slept soundly on the couch, I watched him and thought how lucky I was to have him. How many people would travel all the way to stay with me when a crazed stalker was on my tail, and be willing to sleep on a tiny couch with very un-filling, innutritious food? Not many, that’s for sure. The amount of love I felt for him at times like those was unmatched. So, when he left again that Sunday afternoon while Riley was at class, it was possibly harder to say goodbye at that time than any other. “D’ya need me to stay?” he asked as we embraced for our farewells. Yes, my mind shouted, but my mouth had other words. “No, I think I’ll be okay. There’s not much we can do now except hope his obsession died down a wee bit.” I forced a smile after my feeble attempt at humour, but Damian saw right through it, just as he always did. Without warning, my eyes began watering, and the corners of my mouth twitched downward. “Hey, now, don’t cry,” he soothed, “It’ll be alright. I know it.” “I know,” I responded quickly, trying to shake the tears out of my eyes. Damian wiped them away with gentle fingers. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” “I know you will. Don’t do anythin’ stupid, though, I don’t want ya missin’ school or anythin’ because of me.” “You’re the one tellin’ me not to do anythin’ stupid?!” he asked incredulously. “That’s a refreshin’ change of pace.” “Stop it!” I smacked him, smiling in spite of myself. Damian laughed shortly. He pulled me tightly into another hug and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Try not to worry,” he said. “As if that was possible!” I exclaimed. He sighed deeply, as if he was about to say something, but I knew he was just trying to settle me down. Since I knew it was an impossible task, I set him on his way, shoving against his chest and pushing his backward out the door, just like last time. “Call me later!” I said as I shut the door peaceably. A few moments passed, and I lingered at the door, still feeling Damian’s presence. I missed him already. With a sigh, I wrenched myself away from the door, and tried to clear my head. Suddenly, there was a short knock on the door. Remembering last week when Damian left, I smiled slyly to myself. The kiss that I knew awaited me on the other side, just like last time I shoved Damian out, had my heart racing. I crossed the room quickly and flung open the door, yet my heart began racing for another reason completely. Standing there, in my doorway, was the stalker himself.
well? any guesses? i bet there are LOADS... what happens to mollie? and when does riley return and get mixed up in the whole business? is it too late for mollie to run and save herself? i wont give anything away! muahahaha.... keep the comments coming!
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Post by mala1152 on May 29, 2012 19:21:14 GMT -5
hey all! sorry its taken so long to update... but i think youll enjoy where this one is going! let the creepiness continue!
Chapter 19
There was a fog in my brain. It was like trying to see through a thick mist, or trying to hear something from underwater. I felt nothing, for once; it was, as Damian phrased it earlier, a “refreshing change of pace.” There was no emotion, no physical feeling, no mental stress. I was peacefully floating in oblivion. Slowly, though, the fog began to lift. Little bits and pieces of my brain came back to me. The first part to return was the part that controlled confusion; what had happened to me? Where was I? The last thing I remembered was opening to door to find… That was when the worry came back. Damian had been in that hallway, too; had the stalker hurt him? And what had he done to me? Having no memory of the events that occurred caused more unease than I had ever felt. That unease, I was learning, caused a physical reaction. The fog was revealing my physical senses as well. There was something soft beneath me, and I was comfortable. At least, as comfortable as I could be in an unknown place. My sense of hearing came back slowly, but I did not hear much. There were my lungs I heard, working slowly and rhythmically. My sight did not return right away, for all I could see was blackness. My sense of smell, however, must have been off; I smelled a gross scent, one unlike any I ever experienced. It faintly reminded me of a hospital, soap, and smoke, all at the same time. Then, creeping back to me came the feeling of the rest of my body. I now was aware of my arms and legs, and I flexed my feet. Hm, that was odd… I had no shoes on. I twitched my fingers… they were normal. Moreover, my eyes flickered open, then shut abruptly. They were so heavy… At last, I managed to keep them open, but I wished I hadn’t. What I saw around me was like a dream – like a nightmare. The walls around me were pale beige with white trim. There was light coming from a light structure on the ceiling and a lamp in the corner of the room. Underneath me was a bed with sheets that matched the sheets in my dorm room, as well as a similar nightstand. A few feet down the wall from the nightstand was a toilet, and right next to it, a dirty white sink. Overall, it was a small room, probably ten feet by ten feet, which was pretty vacant. What was horrifying about the room, however, was the person sitting at the foot of my bed. The stalker’s bright brown eyes stared at me hard, although the rest of his face seemed to portray a feeling of sympathy, even admiration. A small grin appeared on his face as he saw me awake. This was exactly like my nightmares. We were alone and there seemed to be no escape; there were no windows, and the door did not lock on the inside. I assumed it could be opened from the outside only. Upon taking in my surroundings, my stomach churned, and I thought I was going to be sick. My head spun sickeningly, and my heart raced faster than ever before. I sat bolt upright on the bed, pressing my back hard against the wooden headboard. The further away from this creep, the better… But he did not seem to think so. As I backed away, he inched closer. Slowly, deliberately, he licked his lips and began to speak. “Hi, Mollie,” he said lowly. “I’ve finally got you here! Aren’t you happy? I’m ecstatic. Now we can be together, just like we wanted. Right?” Ignoring his questions, I fired one at him. “Where am I?” He laughed; the sound made my skin crawl. “Why, you can’t expect me to tell you that! What if your friends came lookin’ for you? They’d take you right back! And we can’t have that, Mollie, no way. You’re stayin’ here with me.” “But – but –” “Now, Mollie,” he said, sliding closer to me on the bed. I then realized that I was shaking violently. “You don’t need to be scared. I’m gonna take such good care of you, you won’t have any reason to be afraid!” Carefully, he reached over and placed his left hand atop my hand, which was gripping the sheets so hard that my knuckles were turning white. As soon as his skin touched mine, I jerked my hand away. As I looked at his face, I saw that it was a bad idea; his face became stony in the same second, and his eyes hardened. However, he said nothing of it. “Are you hungry? I have food in the other room.” “N – no, I’m – I’m just th-th-thirsty. Water.” My throat was constricting. “Of course, love. Anythin’ you want, don’t be afraid to ask.” With that, he patted the bed, stood up, and crossed the room in three quick strides to open the door. As he shut it behind him, I heard clicking from the other side of the door. He was, no doubt, fastening the many locks on the outside. Eyes frantically scouring the room for an escape, or something hard with which to hit the stalker (well, kidnapper seemed like a more accurate term), I was remotely freaking out. I stood up quickly to try the door myself, but a slight tug on my wrist jerked me back toward the bed. With a glance behind me, I saw a metal handcuff around my right wrist. A long chain was connected to it, and it led under the bed, where it vanished from sight. I yanked and wrenched at it, but the restraint would not budge. I was literally a prisoner in this room. Before I could contemplate that any more, the clicking noises from the other side of the door returned. He was coming back in. I scrambled into bed, wrapping my knees tight to my chest. He entered the room standing taller than I remembered, looking superior. His dark eyes contrasted greatly with his pale face, but that somehow made him all the more menacing. In his hand was a tall glass filled with cloudy water. “Here ya go,” he said, handing me the water. I lowered my knees, grabbed the glass with both hands, and put it tentatively to my lips without ever taking my eyes off of him. I took a small sip. As I lowered the glass, he held out his hand, and I handed it back to him, quickly withdrawing my hand and tucking it safely underneath me. “Now, where were –” he began, but his plastic watch on his wrist began beeping suddenly. “Shoot,” he said, “It’s time for my appointment. I go to the same doctor you do, ya know.” His tone was almost bragging, as if sharing something with me made him king of the world. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, turning and exiting the room again. He was halfway through the threshold when a thought seemed to pop in his head, for he stopped and turned to face me. He raised a hand to his face, blew me a kiss, winked, and disappeared. I had chills, and my whole body was still shaking. He clicked the locks shut on the other side, and then, in silence, he departed.
well? comments? do what you do best, and reply reply reply please! thanks for putting up with me and reading! on another note, any ideas for a sequel? schoolwork has kinda taken over my life and i havent had much time to start a sequel... so your ideas are very welcome and appreciated. lemme know! ill update soon!
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Post by mala1152 on Jun 10, 2012 20:47:07 GMT -5
hooray for summer! in celebration of one of the most wonderful times of the year, i shall update!
Chapter 20
I pulled my knees to my chest once more, absorbing the full horror of my situation. I was here, in the stalker/kidnapper’s place, his prisoner. What did he want with me? I shuddered. He thought I loved him. He thought I wanted to be here. What would happen to me when he came back? My lips trembled, and moisture once again filled my eyes. Crying was not going to help anything, but I was so overwhelmed with terror, frustration, anxiety, and helplessness that crying seemed inevitable. Left with nothing else, my mind wandered. Would I die in this room? It was looking like it. I couldn’t see how anybody could find me here, not when nobody knew what the stalker looked like or what his name was. I didn’t even know where I was, so how was someone else supposed to know? More importantly, what was he going to do to me in this tiny little room? Would he keep me prisoner forever? There was no escape, so it seemed like a very real possibility. The letters I wrote to my friends and family gave no description of the stalker/kidnapper’s lair, so they wouldn’t know where to find me. My friends and family… Openly sobbing now, my thoughts rested upon the faces of my loved ones: my parents, Granddad, Callan, Riley, and Damian. They all tried to help me through this mess, but look at where I was now. Maybe it would be better that they couldn’t see me; I was a mess, in the most horrible place, and I wouldn’t want anyone to see me in such a vulnerable state. My parents would never get over this, even if I ever saw them again. I wanted so badly to be a little girl again, to have every problem solved by them, for them to hug me and tell me there was nothing to worry about. There was so much I wanted to tell Callan, and there was so much I wanted to see him do. He was my little brother, and he was young enough that he would have no memory of me. Hopefully, with the short note I wrote him, he would be able to tell how much I loved him. Riley, my best friend… would she ever forgive me for what I put her through these past few weeks? Leaving her behind seemed like one of the hardest things I ever had to do. She had helped me through so much when Danny died, and she knew so many of my secrets that nobody else did. How many more secrets would we have shared if I was not to be prisoner here forever? She knew me better than anyone, and I knew I wouldn’t have made it this far in college, in life, without her. Finally, Damian… my gut gave a protesting twist at the thought of never seeing him again. He was what I looked forward to every weekend; he was my reason for getting through another week of impossible school. We were getting so far in our relationship. I could finally open up to him after Danny’s death; he was one of the few people I could trust completely. I always thought we had a future together, but it seemed hideously ironic that I would be prisoner here while he lived the rest of his life. I wanted nothing but the best for him, but I was selfish enough to want him myself. Would we have gotten married one day? Would we have had kids? Would we have spent our lives together? Answers I will never receive… Hopefully, they would one day find my letters and know how much I loved them…
My tears were long gone. I was now lying wearily on the same bed, thinking the same morbid thoughts, terrified of what would happen when the stalker/kidnapper returned. Whatever it was, I would have to endure it, if it was to happen regularly during my imprisonment here. Then, as if my thoughts whisked him into being, the stalker was suddenly outside, unlocking the door in a series of loud clicks. How many locks were on the door? There were so many clicks before the door opened. He stepped through the door carrying a large McDonald’s bag. Looking just as scary as ever, he approached the bed, where I was now sitting, and put the bag in my lap. “I thought you’d be hungry,” he said, proud that he remembered to take care of me. Without a word, I opened the bag and took out a small burger and fries. Slowly, carefully, I began to eat. He simply sat there, on the edge of the bed, watching me and talking. “It’s gonna be so great havin’ you here,” he said, “Where there are no distractions. I can’t believe we haven’t spoken face-to-face for all those months! It was torture. But you got my flowers, didn’t you?” I nodded. “I knew you did. Did you like my notes?” “Oh, yeah,” I said cautiously. “Yeah, they were nice.” My voice shook. “Oh, good!” he exclaimed gleefully. “I’m glad you liked them.” After a few silent moments of my munching on my food, I decided to try my luck. “So… you never told me your full name.” “Oh, I’m sorry, where are my manners… I’m Dorrance Lennon. I thought of signin’ my letters, but I figured you knew who they were from.” At my speechlessness, he – Dorrance – continued. “And you’re Mollie McClanahan. That’s a beautiful name. You know, I like…” To me, his voice just faded away. He yammered on and on for a while, but I was too horrified to interrupt him or listen. All that was required of me was to squeak short answers like, “Mmhmm,” or “Yeah.” Occasionally, I could catch a small bit of what he was saying, but I immediately chose to tune him out. I was afraid that if I started speaking, I would say all the wrong things and set him off. With me so vulnerable and handcuffed to the bed, how was I supposed to protect myself if that happened? So I decided to remain quiet through most of his time in my room. After a particularly long silence on both our parts, Dorrance asked me a direct question. “Why aren’t you eatin’?” I glanced down at my half-eaten McDonald’s and realized I hadn’t touched it in a few minutes. In all honesty, I was not hungry to begin with, but eating gave me something to concentrate on so I wouldn’t freak out again. “Not hungry,” I mumbled. “Well, then, I’ll just get this outta yer way,” Dorrance said over-politely. He packed up the unfinished meal and stuffed it in the paper bag. He analyzed my face carefully. I could imagine how it looked to him: haggard and pale, with half-crazed eyes and an expression of pure fright. “You look tired. Get some rest, love,” he murmured lowly, almost sensually. Then, not even hesitating, he stood in front of me, leaned down, and kissed me gently on the forehead. I had chills running rampant all over my body, and it took all my effort not to cringe. I felt so… disgusted. Finally, with a slow, loping walk across the room, he flicked off the light, leaving me in total darkness, and locked the door once more.
I feel that i'm getting repetitive in my constantly asking you to comment and reply... but i guess youll just have to deal with it. reply reply reply and comment comment comment! i love it when ya'll do. im making pretty good headway at the sequel, despite having lost it all those months ago. i might have it up before summer's end, so we'll see! pm me with any suggestions... thanks for reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Jun 11, 2012 7:46:40 GMT -5
patience is a virtue, my dears! how do we even know theres gonna BE a happy ending?! but anyway, theres quite a long way to go still, things get even more dramatic in the next few updates. and dont hold your breath for a rescue... thats all im saying! stay tuned...
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Post by mala1152 on Jun 15, 2012 17:26:59 GMT -5
helllllo again, all! heres the next update...
Chapter 21
It took forever for me to fall asleep that night. I had fully intended on sleeping, hoping that this was all just a nightmare, but to no avail. With a dark chuckle, I thought of the sleepless nights I spent in my dorm, fearing the worst. Now that the worst had already happened (or so I assumed), I was begging for sleep as an escape. After an hour or two of light, interrupted sleep, I awoke early, still in darkness. All the waiting was killing me; what time was it? How long had I been here? Having no answers was almost as bad as having a kidnapper in the next room. I wondered depressingly what Damian and Riley were doing at that very moment. I hoped they weren’t waiting around for a phone call or something; it would never come. I thought I would feel better if they were waiting just as I was, but the thought of them going through the same agonizing wait twisted my stomach into painful, unfamiliar shapes. No doubt they were worrying, though. If I was in their place, I would be relentless in my desperate search for them. As my thoughts drifted back to the night before – if it was even a night; I had no sense of time since I regained consciousness – all I could think about was Dorrance kissing me on the forehead. He didn’t even hesitate; he was obviously gaining some level of comfort and confidence around me. How long would it be before that kiss progressed? What would he do next? I shivered. My forehead where Dorrance kissed it felt unclean, like someone threw mud right on it. Without anything else to do, I quietly crept toward the sink and washed my face. It was purely a mental thing, but I had to. I was just grateful that the chain connecting me to the bed stretched far enough for me to reach. Then, as if summoned by my thoughts, Dorrance was again entering the room. It took a few seconds for him to unlock all those Godforsaken locks, but soon enough, he was standing in my room once more. I hurried back to the bed and curled up in the corner as far away as possible from him. “I heard the water runnin’ and figured you were up,” he said. “Good mornin’.” I said nothing. Dorrance’s lingering glare made me think I ought to say something, so I barely choked out a “Good morning” in return. Satisfied, he smiled and brought me a granola bar for breakfast. Did he really mistake my attitude and terror for happiness? Did he honestly think I wanted to be there? Whatever he thought, I knew that he was delusional. Unfortunately, that made things infinitely worse for me.
That routine continued for three more “days.” I still had no idea what time of day it was, or if an entire day had even passed. I knew that I slept at irregular intervals, but that Dorrance came and went regularly. After the first day, he left only to eat, go to the bathroom, or go to another appointment. The whole rest of the day he spent trying to coax a civil response from me. Most of the time I just gave him a one-word answer, but I saw how often that infuriated him. Keeping him sane and under control was my main concern at those points, and I then spat out any answer to calm him down. His anger was evident to me, even in my sleep-deprived and terrified state. His whole body language would change. His weight would shift, sometimes causing the bed to creak, and his head would jerk spasmodically around the room, as if he had been instructed to memorize its scarce décor. His shoulders would hunch, his hands would ball into fists, and he would glare at me with a face so contorted with rage it was nearly unrecognizable. He looked bigger, somehow, like more of a threat when that happened. As if I wasn’t already scared stiff… One time, though, he came very close to losing control. It was three days after I was kidnapped, and he had just brought me lunch. It was while I was eating; my appetite picked up quickly after the first day. I was sitting in my usual spot in the corner, and he, of course, was sitting close on the bed. He was trying to talk about heavens-knows-what, and I was giving my usual short answers, trying not to give him too much information about myself. “– but they kicked me outta school! Do you believe it?” he was saying. “Do you have any stupid teachers like that at Holy Cross?” I just shook my head, avoiding eye contact. Dorrance’s eyes flashed, but he carried on. “What do you major in?” “E-ed-education,” I answered, voice shaking. “Really? I kinda had you pegged as an English kinda gal… But we have that in common! I love math and science, and I was gonna study to be a doctor. Why do ya wanna be a teacher?” I shrugged, and his weight shifted. Under him, the bed creaked, and I stopped eating. “I guess I’d wanna do all the cool stuff doctors do,” he continued in a strained tone, aggravated with my lack of responses. “But education sounds fascinatin’. I bet you like it, don’t ya? Why do ya wanna be a teacher?” I shrugged again, and that time, he completely lost it. Quickly, he was in a standing position, throwing his arms up in exasperation. His eyes were bulging, looking absolutely crazy. He began pacing angrily alongside the bed, and his breath was coming in short gasps. Nostrils flaring, eyebrows pulled down, mouth frowning, he turned his awful face to me. “What the heck is the matter with you?” he yelled, getting right in my face. “All I’m trying’ to do is have a nice conversation with ya, and after all I’ve done to get you here! You need to learn how to be more appreciative! I got you away from everyone to be here with me, and ya won’t even talk to me. I thought you wanted this!” Dorrance grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a hard shake, bringing me to tears. I sat, cowering in the corner, while his rampage continued. “But no! You won’t even bother with me! We’re gonna be here for a long time, so you’d better start bein’ nice to me, or we won’t be able to enjoy each other’s company at all. Gimme that,” he said, snatching away my takeout box of Chinese food. “Until ya learn how to be more appreciative of all the things I’ve given ya, you won’t get anythin’ from me! Nothin’!” With that, he shoved me hard against the wooden headboard, where I sharply bumped my head. Spilling out more tears, I tucked my head in my arms in case he hit me, but when I picked my aching head up, he was already opening the door. In a constricted tone, I shouted, “You’re mad!” but I doubt he even heard me. My voice was feeble and weak from all my crying, and all my fright kept it from being as angry and threatening as I had hoped. Curling up even tighter on the bed, I longed only for Damian to protect me and wipe away my tears. Hopelessly, he was not there. I only cried more bitterly.
whatd ya think? dont be expecting me to update any time in the next two weeks, ill be on vacation... maybe youve even heard of the place... its a little island called IRELAND?!?!?! haha ill update as soon as i get back though! keep reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Jul 2, 2012 8:36:12 GMT -5
hey all! i just got back in the states (boooooo) so ill be updating soon. i have LOADS to say about my trip, but it just may come out in my writing anywhoooo, be ready!
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