An Inconvenient Attachment

Chapter Forty One

Jason had a mandatory business trip to attend with his father and his father had insisted I stay home. As far as I knew, Jason and his father were working things out quite smoothly and also quite slowly. Jason assured me I had nothing to worry about but I was still hesitant allowing him to leave and be alone with his father the entire weekend.

I had managed to busy myself, keeping my mind away from the stress of Nathan. I had convinced myself it was impossible for him to be here and moved on with my life. 

"Are you going to come visit some time soon?" Shelly demanded as I tried to balance my phone between my cheek and shoulder, stirring around some stir-fry I'd made up for myself for dinner.

I laughed. "I told you, whenever their spring break is I'll be there. I already called the time off," I assured her. "How's things going? How's Dmitri?"

"He's my sweet little boy, he'll be fine," she said, the happiness in her voice radiating through the phone. "He's been glued to Nick's side, I've never seen him cry so much when he saw him."

"He loves his dad, that's for sure."

"Hey! Rose! Stop that!" she suddenly shouted on the other side. "Gotta go, I'll talk soon."

Before I could say a word she hung up. I sat my phone aside, serving myself a bowl of the freshly made stir-fry and turning to take a seat at the counter.

"Hello, Elizabeth."

The bowl slipped from my hands, shattering to the floor, the noodles and vegetables scattering everywhere. My feet instinctively moved me back, my eyes wide with horror, my breath caught in my throat.

"Oh, come on. I don't bite," said the devil standing before me, setting down his fully loaded pistol on the counter, raising his hands in the air. "Aren't you gonna say hi? For old times sake?"

I couldn't breathe, nor could I speak. It was him, it was Nathan. He looked awful, tall and lanky; built like one of those creepy horror movie characters. His hair was a light brown, a long beard decorated his throat, deep purple bags fell under his eyes. He was clad in all black; black hoodie, black pants, black boots. His brown eyes held the intent to kill and a wickedly sick smile spread across his face. 

"I didn't think you would forget obedience so easily," he chuckled, leaning against the counter while I took the smallest steps back. He picked up the pistol, pointing it towards me lazily, his smile disappearing. "Now don't move," he snapped. "Sit at the counter, now," he ordered, the gun following my every movement as I sat in one of the bar-stools behind the counter.

He leaned over the counter, me leaning back as far as I possibly could. He swung the gun around as if it was not a loaded weapon and laughed like a maniac. "You know, I really can't believe you got this whole other life here," he began, still laughing. "I mean, did you really think you'd escape?" he pointed the gun at me again and my breath caught in my throat. 

He laughed, standing up straight and walking back and forth in the kitchen, stepping on the broken bowl with his big boots as he went. He pointed the gun at me every once in a while, keeping me on edge. "I'm upset you replaced me so easily," he began. "And with a pretty boy like Abilon Angeline, I really thought you'd know your place in this world."

Tears of panic came falling down my cheeks. My breaths began to come out short and choppy, my lungs burning, my heart beating right out of my chest. 

"Look at you, living in luxury, while I, I was locked in a concrete cell in the middle of fucking no where!" he screamed, the barrel of the gun being pressed against my head roughly. "You know who put me there? Do you know who would do such a thing to me?"

He knew I did it. He was mocking me.

"I'm just so happy that I can ruin this little life you made here, just as you ruined my life. I can carve a perfect little hole in your friend Erica's chest, maybe? Or I could stab your little boyfriend just as I stabbed you," he tested, the barrel of the gun still pressed to my head. My eyes were shut, my body trembling. "I'm so glad we got to catch up, I think this will be so much fun."

"How the hell did you get out of prison?" I finally spat, opening my eyes to glare at him. 

"Now," he began. "That's not very nice of you to say. But, since you're finally talking, I thought it'd be obvious. My dad bailed me. Managed to clear the media, turned the story around so it's no longer domestic violence but an innocent man convicted of a crime he didn't commit."

He pulled the gun away from my head, pacing around the kitchen again. I shut my eyes again, the tears not stopping. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you put me in prison."

"No, why did you ever get with me if all you wanted was to beat me?"

"It's because I knew that if I convinced you you were the most beautiful woman, you'd be mine. I did just that. You think you're the first girl I've beat? My dad knows how to silence the media."

I felt sick to my stomach. "Just kill me," I breathed. "Get it over with."

"Oh, no. No, no, no, now, that won't be fun. Not at all," he said. "I told you, I'm going to ruin your life, just as you did mine," he sneered. "I'll be keeping in touch," he sad moving to the back door, stopping before he left. "If you tell anyone about this, I will kill Abilon Angeline right in front of your eyes."

My jaw clenched and he disappeared into the darkness of the night. I stood there frozen for several minutes, not believing my eyes. He was here, he found me, he came after me, and now...now he was going to make me pay. I really did see him in the parking lot. My nightmare was coming true and now, now there wasn't anything that I could do anymore. 

What could I do now? What was I supposed to do? Would he really kill Jason if I told someone? Should I go to the police now? I don't even have any proof, they'll look into it and forget it. There wasn't anything I could do, not until I get some more proof, proof that he's here again.

My body continued to tremble, I could still feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against my forehead, causing a headache to radiate from that spot.

I can't believe I endangered Jason.

What was I thinking?