Better With Fangs

(1) Stalker Status

     After lunch I decided to get out of the house. My mom let me borrow the car if I took Charlie to football practice and Quinn to her friends house. I decided that I should go to the mall and maybe stop by a few stores, check for job openings. I felt like such a loner walking around the mall by myself. If your wondering if I have friends or not, I do, or at least I did. But theyre all over the state and some of them are on the other side of the country, in college, doing something meaningful with their lives while Im alone at the mall eating an over priced pretzel.

     After going in about three stores I felt... watched. I tried to ignore it but the feeling got stronger, so I left and drove to the park. I got out of the car and just walked around, sat on a bench, thinking about all the memories of my friends and how Im a college drop out loser.
To this day I dont know why they liked me, even my family considered me as 'weird' and 'different' I mean I understand that I know that I dont exactly fit their definition of Perfect. Thats why Im their least favorite, I look different and Im a drop out. Thats why Im there 'shame' . I got a weird ' being watched' feeling again so I practically ran to the car.

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       I pulled in the drive way with Charlie and Quinn getting out before me. I sat in the car for a few minutes, not really in the mood to deal with family dinner tonight. I decided I had to go in the house, eventually, so I went in and went straight for the stairs. Half way up the steps my mother stopped me "Where are you going, Ava dinners about to be done" she told me. "Im not really in the mood for dinner" I replied with a very snippy attitude.

     "Oh come on just come eat. We can all talk about our days, like we always do". I thought for a moment and I think its time that I put my foot down. "No" I simply replied. "What?" she asked me a bit ticked off. "I said no" I told her. She looked boiled

   "Why not?" 

   "I hate family meals, and I hate how were forced to eat together all the time when we are all clearly sick of each other." I said trying my best to stay calm. My mom wasn't doing the same "Excuse me! You will not talk to me with disrespect. Now go sit at the table and eat!" she began to yell.

    

     "No mom Im tired of constantly sitting in silence and if its not silence, its you or dad complaining about how much better my life could have been if I stayed in college!" I yelled furiously. "Well it's not my fault that your stupid and made a decision that has ruined your life!"

     "Youre a selfish bitch who doesn't care about anything or anyone because your too worried about yourself!" I came back at her. And thats when she did what I once thought she would never do, she slapped me. Her hand went across my face like it was nothing. I looked at her with tears starting to form in my eyes, she didn't even look sorry. I looked over and I saw my family sitting over at the table not saying a word, they were just watching. I was done, I had enough of following my moms orders. I knew she didnt like me , but I never thought she would hit me.

     I walked out the front door without saying a word and no one stopped me. I didnt know where to go considering I cant go far on foot and the suns practically down. So I walked until I came across a pond five blocks away from my house. I sat down and tried to forget about how crappy my life really is. I know other people have it worse, like way worse, but I cant help but feel this way.

***

     After about 45 minutes it was completely dark , you know other than a few street lights here and there. I thought that it was finally time to go home , sneek in the house, and lock myself in my room. But when I got up I got startled as I bumped into someone I didnt see standing there.

     I let out a small scream then relaxed a little. "Hi" he said in a low voice. It was dark but I could still see some of his features, he had light brown hair which in a way was wavy, a light beard, and muscular. And from what I could see he was attractive. But he looked like he could be in his early thirties.

     "Im Mason" he said whilst sticking his hand out for me to shake. I reluctantly shook it while saying "Hi, I'm Ava".

   "Thats a beautiful name, Ava" he said and I must admit he sounded quite charming. "Thanks" I said in a hushed tone. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here at this time at night?" he asked me. I thought about lying to him and making up a reason why I would be out here ,but for some reason I couldn't. "I just needed to escape" he looked at me with pity on his face.

     "Why would you need to escape?" I was about to answer his question before he interrupted "Is it because of your family, your friends, your mom?". I looked at him in shock, how did he know that? "H-how did you know that?" I stuttered. He completely ignored my question and kept talking. "What if I told you I can take all that away?" he asked and saying I was terrified was and under statement. "Look I just met you and you dont know anything about me, what you said right now was probably a lucky guess because lots of people have those issues" I stated.

     "No, no Ms. Ava Margaret Brooks I know for a fact that all of that is true" I was practically crapping my pants when he used my full name "How do you know all this about me?" I asked, all though I know I dont want to here the answer. "You see Ava Ive been watching you for quiet some time now and I think its time I get what Ive been waiting for".

    Oh my god he's going to kill me isn't he. "W-what is it t-that you w-want" I managed to get out. "Oh you'll see". He looked down for a moment and I was confused until he looked back up and his eyes... they were getting darker and darker. He started walking towards me until I screamed "STOP PLEASE NO!" as soon as I did that he came at me at an inhuman speed.

   "Shh soon your miserable life will be over. You'll just be a memory." he whispered in my ear. Before I could comprehend what he said he shoved his face in my neck and the pain was horrendous. That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.