It's sad to think that this story is nearly over :(
"Alright," a beefy looking police office yanks open the door to my cell, "you're free to go, just need you to sign some paperwork and then you're out of here."
I stare at him in shock, trying to process what he just said. Free to go? That means they know I didn't do it. And if they knew I didn't do it then that means they knew who did.
"Chase?" The officers calls. "Do you want to stay in here?" He crosses his arms, looking at me expectantly.
I jump right on my feet, and hurry to the door. "God no," I mutter, "can't wait to leave. No offence," I add, as I notice him staring at me. The last thing I needed to go and do was piss him off and give him some reason to let me stay in there.
He laughs, "don't blame you," he agrees, closing my cell door behind me. I watch the door close, relief filling me. It was nice to be this side of the door, and not the other. His gruff voice once again breaks me out of my trance. "Come on then, the sooner we get this done, the sooner you can leave."
I smile. "Thanks." I tell him. Soon I will be free. I will get to leave. I smile to myself, soon I will get to see Harley. With that realisation, I speed up. I can't wait.
To say I was mad would be an understatement. Today was not a good day. Not getting to see Chase, McDonalds discontinuing my favourite drink, and my brother ignoring all my phone calls. It really felt like today was just big one disaster.
Pulling my keys out of my pocket, I unlock the door. As soon as I step in, I pause. Why were the lights off? I swear I left them on when I went out. Don't tell me the electric went out. I reach out for the light switch and flick it on. A sigh of relief escapes me as light floods the living room. Shutting the door, I step in further and kick my shoes off. Maybe Asher was here earlier and turned them all off.
Sighing, I walk in and collapse on the couch. My shoulders hurt from all today's stress. They'd built up tension. If Chase was here, I'd make him give me a massage. But he's not, so I guess a warm shower will have to do.
I groan and sit up. The sound of someone walking around makes me tense. Maybe Asher was here. He might just be sleeping in the other bedroom. "Asher?" I call. "Is that you?"
Standing up, I cautiously walk to the kitchen. With my finger, I poke the door. It creaks open, revealing nothing but darkness and the sound of the refrigerator humming.
Pressing the light switch, I survey the room. Okay, Asher is not in here. Switching off the light and closing the door, I set off into the hallway.
It's encased in darkness, and I curse at myself for not getting the light fixed sooner. For the last few weeks it has been flickering on and off, signalling I needed a repair, but I delayed it. Now I was seriously regretting it.
Slowly, I make my way up the halfway, a chill creeping up my back. Something was off. If Asher was here, then he would make his presence known. He wouldn't play a joke on me when he knew what was going on with Chase had already spooked me.
Maybe I am just over reacting and everything's find. I've just watched way too many episodes of Supernatural and Pretty Little Liars this week and it's gone to my head. Just being paranoid.
I open the bathroom door, do the same as I did in the kitchen, and then leave. Nothing - nobody - was there. It's all good. As I approach the spare bedroom, I slow down, becoming more cautious. Was that...was that breathing?
Nope, I'm getting out of here. I wasn't going to be one of those girls that waltzed into danger. Nope. Turning around, my breath quickens. Time to go, Harley.
I pick up my pace, my heart beating wildly in my chest as it sounds like a door creaking open behind me. Go, go, go. Today was a bad day and it was about to get worse.
Footsteps. I hear footsteps behind me. That's not Asher and that's not Nate. They would have made themselves known.
Run. I begin to run, heading straight for the front door. I just need to get out of my apartment and outside and then I will be fine. My breath quickens even more, my nails digging into my palm. Goosebumps appear on my arms, on the back of my neck, tears forming in my eyes. Why didn't I just leave when I realised the lights were off?
My hand slams down on the door handle and I pull. It doesn't move. It's locked! "No, no, no." I mutter to myself, pulling it again. Before I get chance to anything else, a hand slams over my mouth.
I squirm, screaming. It's no use, their grip is tight and I can't escape. Their warm breath blows on the back of my neck.
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Chase and Harley are off to college, finally together. They're hoping this year will be stalker and trouble free, but things don't seem to go their way, especially not when Chase is the main suspect in a murder case. Cover by CaptainSwan97