It all started with a dare ✔️

Chapt. 9

"Fine. Phone?" He asks.

"Here." I say, holding up my phone.

"Alright. Call me if anything happens." He says on a warning tone.

"Yeah, yeah bye." I say, walking away from him to the front door.

"Bye." He says.

I walked out of the house, down the street of my neighbourhood, deciding to go to the park. I felt an odd sensation, as if I was being watched and my paranoia started kicking in.

There aren't many people today. That's nice, I get to be alone in my thoughts. Dangerous but nice.

I sat on one of the swings and tried to distract my thoughts from all the negativity in the air.

"Elena?"

I looked up from my sneakers and saw the face of a man I never wanted to see again, the man who haunted my nightmares, the man who almost killed me because he was an obsessive sociopath.

I jolted out of the swing seat and backed away, looking around to see if there was anyone here that could help me if he tried something on me.

"Hey, I won't hurt you . . .I'd never hurt you, I still love you, remember?" He said, his eyes looked understanding and cautious. He was anything but. He knew how to fake those expressions and how to use it against me. He didn't love me; he can't love anything or anyone. He only liked that he had control over me. He was a sociopath.

I remained quiet, staring at him cautiously. "Leave before I call the cops." I tried to sound strong but my voice wavered.

"Why would you do that? Look, Elena-"

"Don't say my name in that filthy mouth of yours." I snapped, glaring at him but inside I was terrified. This man could kill without feeling any remorse.

"I'm sorry." He said apologetically. "I really am and I'm trying to get better, please come back to me. I still love you so much, I can't live without you." He begged.

I stared at him, my eyes filled with hatred but also sympathy.

"You killed my father." I whispered, my eyes now displayed sadness as it was hard for me to control my emotions.

"No, you killed him!" He yelled, losing his composure before sighing and regaining it as he laughed numbly.

"You're sick! You deserve to rot in hell!" I exclaimed, wanting to run away but I was paralysed, rooted in my spot.

"How are you here?" I ask, now rid of any emotions.

"They let me out on good behaviour." He smiled.

I grit my teeth in anger. He's a sociopath, a rapist and a killer! How could anyone let him roam freely?

"How did you know I was here?" I ask again.

"I missed you Elena--" He stepped closer as I backed away.

"Answer the question." I demanded.

He grinned almost psychotically. "I have my ways."

I looked at him in fear and hatred. "Stay away from me."

He stepped closer, slightly grinning as he tilted his head. "Oops."

"Come back to me, please. It would be like nothing ever happened, I promise. Everything would go back to the way it was." He said, smiling.

"What makes you think I want that?" My voice wavered.

"What do you mean, you don't want that? Listen to yourself, it's ridiculous. Of course you want it all back." He said with a manipulative smile to make me feel dumb as he always did when we were together.

"Why would I want you to control my life again?" I sneered.

"Because it's easier that way. I make you happy." He laughed before his face became stern. "Is it that hard to understand."

I gulped, on the verge of crying. "Leave me alone or I will get a restraining order against you."

"You wouldn't do that after all I've been through to get you back." He threatened.

"Yes, I would."

"No!" He yelled, snatching my wrist harshly as he pulled me to him.

"Let me go!" I tried to rip my wrist off his hands, looking around but there was no one else here.

"Come with me, Ella. I'll make it right, I promise!" He said.

"She said to let her go, you son of a bitch."

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