Now opening my eyes to sounds coming from the outside isn't the best wake up.
It's 2:50 and there are sounds of something, or might I say, someone outside walking. The sounds of their steps crunching on the leafs fallen down has unraveled their hiding in my presence.
My body freezes as I hear the steps getting closer. This has been happening for over 2 days now, but I only ignored it.
I jump off of my bed, and peek at the window that's open, allowing me to hear everything happening outside.
My hand on the handle of the window, but my eyes in the ground too scared to take a look. What if it's a man standing there with a bloody knife and a scary smile waiting to kill me?
Collecting the courage, I lift up my head and see exactly wait I imagined. A man wearing a black hooded jacket covering half of his face, tightened around his muscular arms.
I gasp as I move my eyes towards his hands, and instead of seeing a knife, I see a little box as big as an Apple phone box. Interesting.
His eyes has been on me all along, but as I get extremely nervous, I run to the dresser near my bed, and grabbed my gun.
Looking back into the window, he wasn't there anymore. It was only the box left on my front porch with a black and red bouquet left beside it with a little piece of paper on top.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do I do now? Kill myself before he kills me or?!
What if he's already in my house hiding somewhere I'm not familiar with?
Guess I'll have to say fuck it and go downstairs and see what beautiful gift he has left on my door step. I roll my eyes.
Step by step, creak by creak, my breath gets heavier and heavier at the thought of there being a dead body left on my doorstep, leaving trails towards me.
My hand reaches for the door, and twists it open without a doubt.
Looking down at the note on the bouquet and grabbing it reading it out loud.
"ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬, 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢. 𝔊𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱. - 𝔞"
"Interesting. Who ever you are out there, this better not be some dead body piece before I do something way worst than you'll ever imagine" I yelled hoping who ever is out there heard my threat, but also not wanting them there because I'd have a heart attack right on the spot.
Lifting my eyebrows, I grab the little box that's wrapped in mat black wrapping paper, with rope wrapped around holding onto a black rose.
"Nice rose you got picked out there. Not surprised my new killer stalker had figured out my fav rose" I rolled my eyes while a smile had appeared on my face, until I heard the leafs creak again.
My soul drops down to the ground as I make sure I had grabbed everything, and shut the door harshly making sure no one had walked in without my notice.
After I had shut the door, I run into my room upstairs and start opening the little box like a little kid.
Starting with the rose, I took a smell of it, and an instant strong but sexy smell of cologne had rose up to my nose which kept me in distract making me sniff it over and over again.
"Shit what am I doing." I throw the rose across and room and rip the wrapping paper open harshly just to show the stalker I genuinely don't care about him, which I don't but the rose had me distracted for a bit like I'm stupid.
With the wrapping paper off, it seems like a black basic box.
I noticed the tape on each side, and rip it off, as I see a slip of money falling down the side.
There is approximately $10k just put on my door step. Love the money, but hate the men.
Continuing the opening process, I see a smaller box inside of it. I grabbed it and opened it just to see a golden, light chained necklace with the letter A on it, and a little note beside it.
𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢. ℑ'𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤. - 𝔞
Interesting. What makes him think I'm going to be putting a chain around my neck that has his nickname on it. I know better.
"Or you'll be in trouble" he said. But what type of trouble will I be in if I use this money to go on a little vacation instead of staying at a home with a stalker spoiling me before killing me? Hm? Dubai's my first visit for sure.
I shrug my shoulders as I grab my phone placed on my dresser, and call Jeremy to tell him what the fuck just happened before I head to bed with a knife under my pillow ready to kill his ass.
"Yo. Victoria?"
"Yo. I have some news and it's not a very good thing. It's quiet concerning my danger if you ask me"
"What did you do now? Slap another mafia man because you thought he called you a bitch?"
I roll my eyes at the memory run back before starting my rant. "Shut up. Anyways I think I have a st-" the phone call starts glitching as my phone acts crazy.
I raise my eyebrows confused on what's happening as the call ends and I get an instant message from an unknown number.
Unknown: Little one. Don't be so trustful towards people you don't know. One more time and you're in big big trouble"
Me: Who are you?
I started hugging myself in bed, hoping he isn't watching me as tears rush through my eyes.
Fear and regret. Instant regret.
Unknown: Oh don't be too scared, crumbling in bed. I don't bite😉
Me: I'll call the police on you.
Unknown: Baby. Call the police on me, and I'll use the same handcuffs they used on me to tie you to your bed and fuck you till you cry.
Me: And I'll use the same gun you hold on you to your head till you regret talking to me like that.
Unknown: Oh my love. The only gun you'll ever have touching you is the gun I'd use to put inside you, and watch you cum on it before I put it back into your mouth and watch you lick your cum clean.
Tears start rolling through my eyes feeling the unease and stress. Like I'm stuck in a situation that I'll never be able to get out of.
Like I regret ever even opening the door and allowing the gifts in.
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