My Stalker

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It was 11pm, Bryan had already went upstairs because he has to get up in the morning to meet his friends at the gym, which left me and Kendall snuggled together to cleverly watch a horror in the dark.

The rain outside smacked against the window, emphasising the already scary scenes, making the possibility of sleep a distant memory. Oh well, I can just spend my night waiting for some psycho to break in and wear my skin as a fucking coat!

The house was pretty silent, excluding my frequent squeaks at the TV, Kendall’s amused giggles, and Buddy’s occasional rattle of his cage.

Kendall and I had discussed the earlier events and came to the conclusion that the guy, who pulled me out of the road, was either just a concerned passer-by, or a psychotic murderer. As you could probably guess, I was hoping for the first option. But what I could not seem to get over was how quickly he got to me. Don’t get me wrong, I would be forever grateful, but I never even saw him until I was already in his arms.

His words kept playing on in my mind, “Your mine, my love.” Now that doesn’t sound like something a concerned passer-by would say, yep he was definitely a psychotic murderer.

The movie had reached its climax. The girl’s doorbell rings in the middle of the night and she cleverly opens it, to find an empty porch? Ok so maybe this wasn’t the scary part. She turns around and, Ah crap it is the scary part, there stands Mr Murderer, sending me and Kendall into a screaming frenzy, resulting in popcorn covered floor.

We had finally calmed down after about a minute, thanks to Bryans loud voice telling us off, and settled back into watching the movie.

But the sudden tapping on the living room window set us off again. It stood out from the gentle patter of the rain, and as much as we wanted to deny it, we both knew it was someone knocking on the window.

We simultaneously covered each other’s mouths, masking our screams with wide eyed expressions.

“mmfhmmpsmm,” Kendall muttered against my hand, dropping our hands she repeated.

“I said, who the hell was that? Are they still there?” She whispered.

“Well I don’t know do I! Maybe it’s just some drunk passing by..” Wishful thinking of course.

“Ava go check!” She whispered-yelled,

“No, Strangely enough I don’t have a death wish! Hopefully they will just go a-“I was cut off by the man it seems, outside,

“Ava?” Well that answered Kendall’s earlier questions on who it was. But at least now I know he wasn’t just a psychotic murderer, No no, he was a freaking stalker.

How did he know my name? Did he follow me? Does he know my grandparents? Why did I really want to open the door? Did I want to die?! All of these questions started to swim around in my head, resulting in me blurting out, “Ava’s not here!” Effectively slapping my palm over my mouth, but it was too late I already said it, we’re dead.

“Ava!” Kendall whisper/yelled at me, “Nice job, I’m sure he’s going to leave now!” she said pointedly.

“I panicked!” I replied, keeping my voice low, although from the muffled chuckles outside I could tell he wouldn’t hear us.

“Ava I need to talk to you, please, just give me five minutes.” I could hear the pleading in his voice, urging me to run out the door, but I kept my feet firmly rooted to the ground. Kendall gave me a questioning look, trying to see what I was thinking, but I kept my face blank hoping she wouldn’t be able to read my thoughts.

She sighed, wrapping the blanket that we had both shared tightly around her, as if it was holding her together, and headed towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” I whispered, afraid of being left alone in the dark, (no, I’m not afraid of the dark; I’m just afraid of what’s in it, and in this case I think that is pretty plausible).

I could hear her shuffling around in the kitchen, and realised that my grandparents were still sleeping, I bet they didn’t even stir when we were screaming, if we die they better feel guilty!

Kendall let out a triumphant “Aha!” As she found what she was looking for, which, when she came into the living room turned out to be a large knife, and a baseball bat.

“Kendall…” I questioned, I do not do well with violence, my muscles are pretty much non-existent.

“If you’re going to go out there you need protection, and so will I when I push you out the door.” She is such a great cousin, always protecting me from murderers, keeping me out of harm’s way – note the sarcasm.

“I’m not going out there!” I retorted, “I quite enjoy having a beating heart.” Although I am curious of what this guy wants.

“Really A? Your curiosity is written all over your face. Just take the bat and if anything happens hit him over the head and scream, then I will open the door and let you in.” She reads me like a book.

OK, so the plan seemed pretty good, apart from the fact that it was me going out there. On my own. With nothing but a bat. On a pretty much, empty street. Oh joy. I already knew what I wanted to do and I couldn’t talk myself out of it, my mind was set.

I took the bat from Kendall, and headed towards the front door in nothing but my white vest top and checked pyjama bottoms. Suddenly realising that it was still raining, I grabbed the blue fleece off the banister, which conveniently didn’t have a hood.

I looked to Dolly who was already standing by the door; knife in hand, a scared look in her eyes.

“I’ll be fine Doll, don’t worry, I will see you in a minute.” I said encouragingly, but I think it reassured me more than it did her.

Carefully moving around Dolly, I opened the front door carefully and stepped into the porch. I could see the silhouette of a man, near the end of the drive, so I opened the porch door and stepped out into the rain.

As soon as my barefoot touched the brick-stone drive, I face palmed myself. I forgot shoes, duh Ava! I mentally scolded myself, turning back towards the house, to see that Kendall had already shut the door. Damn.  

I closed my eyes and bowed my head, a sigh escaping my lips, I was already drenched in water and freezing cold. I turned around, mentally psyching myself up to the task ahead.

I opened my eyes, expecting to see the familiar figure still waiting at the end of the drive, but instead found my path blocked by his huge body.

I tightly grasped onto the baseball bat in my right hand, before lifting my eyes up to his, his emerald eyes swimming with the same emotion he had held previous when pulling me out of the road.

How I managed to get the feeling back in my body I don’t know, but I could feel my hand rising with the bat as I whacked him, unexpectedly, across the arm, effectively causing him to stagger backwards a few steps.