Broken

Chapter 18

I can hear him sigh through the phone." Tomorrow morning"

"What?"

He repeats" I said tomorrow morning. Meet me at that cafe near the bus station. What was it called again...oh yeah! Greenhouse Café. I'll give it to you there."

"Really!!! Thanks so much, Walter! You're seriously THE best. You know what, I'll tell my uncle that you deserve a promotion." I say grinning like an idiot.

"Ok, that's enough. And don't tell anyone about this. Especially Zane and your uncle. Got it? I'm doing this because I know you and can trust you."

"Of course. Not a word. You can definitely trust me. Well, see ya later." I say to him and hang up. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I pick up the bag along with the umbrella and walk out of the alleyway.

I made myself remember some of the people I saw while I was talking to Walter and what they looked like. Those who looked suspicious to me. As I keep walking forward, I wonder if whoever was following me had gone away. I had to take a different route which was more crowded because of him. I felt like I was being watched ever since I left the supermarket.

Even now when I just thought that the stalker had left, the feeling of being watched is back again. What do I do? I can't just go home. He'll know where I live. On the other hand, what if I try to turn the tables on him? I still have it hidden inside my pocket. It'll be over in a second. But what if he's stronger and quick? And is he going to kill me or kidnap me?

My train of thought is suddenly broken when this girl passes by me in the opposite direction. What caught my attention was the fact that....it's Morgan.

"Hey! Wait a second!" I yell as I turn towards her. She stops too and looks back at me.

It's not her.

"Yes?" She says. Is it her voice or not? I can't remember. Morgan didn't have long hair either.

"Nothing...you just look like someone I know. Sorry about that." I say to her Embarrassingly. Although, she does still remind me of her.

"I see. Well, it's ok." She smiles and starts to walk away. I quickly drift my eyes from her to my surrounding. Is there anyone following me?

I turn back around and keep going. Yes. I saw him. It's one of those guys who were talking near the telephone stand. But he's alone. Hmmm, is this actually the guy following me? Should I call the police or shout about this in public right now?

Then a thought crosses my mind. Why is he following me? This is happening after the incident this afternoon. I was there, I saw someone on the roof and ran up to check. The timing can't be a coincidence. What if...the culprit saw me too. And now that person is after me since now he knows I'm involved. But this guy that's following me looks nothing like a high schooler. More like a college or university student. Maybe I'm just overthinking things and it's just a random person trying to kidnap me. Or...whoever the culprit was must have sent a guy to kill me or kidnap me. In that case, I'll need to get the upper hand here and get to him first. Bet I could get the truth out of him if I try. No need to involve the police, he'll run away once he sees them anyways.

I make a turn on the sidewalk and go left. It's a good thing the street is still crowded, otherwise taking out your phone in an empty place would mean that you know about them following you and that will make them take quick action. I take out my phone and hold it in front of me. Tilting it aside, I can see the person still following.

I then move to the street on my right as I cross the road filled with puddles. After reaching the sidewalk, I tilt my phone again. He's crossing the road too.