𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙤 - Arthur Leclerc

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

TW: there's swearing, violence, blood in this chapter (read at your own risk)

Enjoy! :)

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢

It was the Morning of the race week, which i was pretty excited for, after that Thursday of shopping with Val.

I was still sleeping, quite peacefully, when some loud banging noises startled me.

My mouth dried out, and started thinking of the worst scenarios that it could be.

Then, I heard a voice, confirming my preludes about it.

- 𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢! (I know you're here Stella, open the door!)

No... No... He couldn't be back... not this soon, why again... I couldn't talk, mouth as dry as a desert, but I took quietly a knife from the kitchen, and hid away.

But his voice still echoed throughout my apartment, from behind the door.

— 𝘚𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘢! (If you thought you could run away from me, you're terribly wrong!)

— 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘶̀! 𝘛𝘪 𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰! (Open the damn door or I'll break it down! I'll kill you if I have to!)

Then, the banging sound intensified, and as one last resort, I ran to the porch, and, with my limited knowledge of french, I screamed away, in hopes that someone would help me

— 𝘈𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴'𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪̂𝘵! 𝘐𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘮𝘰𝘪, 𝘴'𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪̂𝘵! (Help, please! He wants to kill me, please help me!)

Then, the door broke away, blowing into pieces, him barging into my house, breaking everything he encountered. I was completely terrified, the nice hidden in my back, as I ended up cornered, back pressed to the wall.

— You really thought you could escape from me huh? - he towered me, and no one could help me-

I felt defenseless, then, I remembered that I had the knife on my back and, as I could, took it out, getting back up

—Now you think that because you have the knife, you're stronger... But you're that small little nerd no one ever loved, not even me

He took the knife from my hands, and, as I tried to get it back, he ran it across my shoulder

—Fuck! -I yelled, it really hurt-

Then, I dropped down to the floor, covering my arm, blood still running, as I felt the hits on my body, one after another, and my eyes closing...

As I opened my eyes, several minutes later, I saw again, a guy in front of me, I thought he never left, and I screamed my heart out

But he wasn't him. he turned out to be my neighbor, and he was trying to heal the wound, from what I saw.

But I couldn't stay there, and as he asked about it, I thought about Val. Then, he left, unable to do anything else.

Everything happened again. And now, with my wounded shoulder, I cover up as much as I could, for no one to see nothing, before walking to Val's house.