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22 - The Consequence

"Harriet please, listen to me!" Amy begged into the phone, she really needed Harriet to understand.

"No, enough is enough. You always do this! No one I meet is ever good enough! You were the one who wanted me to join that stupid dating website and now I've got someone you don't like it. Well I'm sorry that you and Tom didn't work out but that doesn't mean you can meddle with my relationships. Good bye!" Harriet had hung up and nothing but dead phone line hum greeted Amy on the other side.

Amy sniffled and shoved her phone back into her pocket. There was no point to try and ring Harriet again, she was clearly really angry at her. The thing was, Amy wasn't trying to ruin Harriet and Patrick's thing they had going on but she thought that her best friend deserved to know that Patrick wasn't all he seemed.

She got up from the chair in the café and began to walk back to her house. She would try to call Harriet again later; hopefully she would be in a better mood by then. Amy turned into her road and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She could feel someone's presence behind her. Instead of stopping, Amy moved her toned legs faster, gaining speed to get to her house quicker.

She could heard thumping footsteps behind her as the person tried to keep up. Amy got to her driveway and then turned around to face who was following her, sudden courage building up inside to see who it was that had followed her the half mile from the café to her home.

"Patrick?!" She squealed surprised to see the man her best friend was seeing stood behind her, his hood pulled up around his face. Amy took a moment to take in every inch of him. He was tall, and broad. He had wide shoulders and strong arms. His legs were toned too and his jawline was sharp. Currently, he was gritting his teeth staring through Amy with his deep, velvet green eyes. His dark hair was slicked back neatly underneath his hood. She winced at the hard, angry look based on his features.

"Ah, Amy. I'm so glad you recognise me. Aren't you going to invite me inside?" He motioned towards her home, but Amy new better. She had a little bit of information on him already and wasn't prepared to let him into her house. She shook her head, no. Bile rose up in her throat, but she quickly swallowed and ignored the burning sensation in her throat.

"Why not? Why don't you invite me in, pour a cup of tea and tell me the oh-so important information you wanted to tell Harriet earlier?" He snarled, almost growling at her like an animal. She took a step away from Patrick, a step towards the safety of her home.

Amy's heart leapt into her throat. "How did you know I spoke to Harriet?"

"Silly girl. You thought I just followed you from the top of your street." He laughed a sinister deep laugh that made Amy's skin crawl. "You've been on my radar since my first date with Harriet. You remember, don't you? The night you hid behind the wall to see who was taking Harriet out." He smiled.

"You knew I was there?"

"I didn't know it was you specifically, no. But I did know someone was behind that door to the living room, it just took me a day or two to figure out it was you." He looked Amy up and down, as if to survey his pray. "But you didn't stop there, did you?"

"Why did you follow me?!" Amy screamed, hoping her neighbours might hear her.

"I wanted to make sure you wouldn't say anything stupid to upset Harriet, like you tried to earlier. She doesn't need to know what you think you know about me." A glint of metal caught Amy's eyes and Patrick noticed she went from bold to pathetic in under a second.

"I suggest if you don't want any trouble you invite me inside Amy."

Amy nodded, her eyes glued on the blade before turning towards the door. She nervously pulled her keys out of her pocket. She unlocked the door and Patrick followed her into the building. With a big gulp, Amy closed the door on the now seemingly safe, public outside world. It was funny that once Patrick was in the vicinity, Amy considered it unsafe. She was now stuck in a house with a maniac. Patrick was not someone she wanted to mess with and she knew it.