I jump in fright, my hands placed over my now racing heart. There he is leaning on the wall of my bedroom just beside me. I can't ever mistake this face for another person's, the face of the shooter, For a second my body stays frozen in one spot as my mind processes every way this could end and all of them ends with me getting killed.
When I realize that if I don't make a move right now then I'll actually be ending up dead my body immediately springs to action, I open the door and try to run out but I don't get too far before I feel a strong pair of arms wrap around my much tinier ones and few seconds later I feel my back hit the wall and the door slam shut
"Why the rush? You just got home" he says in a low voice with a smirk on his face. My heart is beating so hard and fast against my chest and I'm sure he can hear it even from there but I refuse to show him that I'm scared
" who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my room?" I try to sound as fierce as I could while in actual sense I think I'm about to shit my pants. I just hope he doesn't see through my act
The smirk on his face drops and is replaced with a cold feeling of seriousness, he closes the distance between us until he's breathing down my neck. I feel something cold run from my calf up to my inner thigh and then to my stomach where it stops and is added more pressure to so that its now digging into my skin through the fabric of my dress, I don't need someone to tell me what it is before I know
"What did you see back there" I'm surprised at how fast he went from all chatty to emotionless but I'm more worried about the pistol pressing hard against my stomach, I think of struggling my way out but his left hand is placed right beside my head while the right one is holding the gun against my stomach and any wrong move I make could earn me a bullet in my stomach
I take a deep breath first to calm myself then I muster up all the courage in me "I don't know what you're talking about, as you can see I just got back home and I'm pretty tired so please do you mind getting the fuck out?" I say looking him dead in the eyes. I don't know where the fuck I got all that confidence from but what I do know is that I'm in deep trouble, I've been in deep trouble since I witnessed what happened at that club but now I'm in even deeper trouble
BANG!!
I scream and break into a sob clutching my right ear with my both hands. It all happened so fast, one second he was holding me up against the wall, the next second he's a few feet apart and pointing a gun at me and before I could even try to dodge the bullet, he already released it
The bullet grazes my ear and hits the wall behind me, I fall to my knees as my body shakes with fear, tears are running down my eyes and my ears are still ringing from the loud sound of the gun shot and the pain from the bullet
"I've never missed a shot before, the next one will be in your skull. What did you see back there Tabitha?" He asks very calmly like he did not just almost blow off my ear
"Nothing! Nothing I swear.....I didn't see anything" I say without even thinking " please don't kill me" I sob
"There's no reason why I shouldn't kill you, you're of no use to me"
He cocks the gun and my eyes widen in horror "I can be of use!! I'm very useful, please!!!"
"and how exactly will you be of use?" He asks smirking
"I-I-I'll do anything! Wh-whatever it is you want me to do" I beg, more tears running down my eye
"Can't say no when you beg me like that now, can I? You owe me your life Tabitha, let's see what use you can be of" he says then turns and starts walking to my window. I don't even ask how he got to know my name
I crawl to the other side of the door and grab my tennis bat hanging on the wall with shaky hands, I would have grabbed this at first if he wasn't holding me up against the wall. I look at the bat and take a deep breath to calm myself. You can do this Tab, don't let him get away
"Don't, you'll be dead before you can blink" his voice cuts through my thoughts startling me, the bat slips from my hand and falls on my big toe, the same one the clutch fell on.
"Ow!" I scream and start pressing it immediately to ease the pain, my attention is shifted for just a few seconds from the intruder to my toes and by the time I look back he's no longer there. I hear a thud and I limp run to the window and look out but he's already on his bike getting off. I close and lock my windows first just incase if he plans to come back
My door is the next place I run to just to make sure I actually locked, I don't let my guard down until I've made sure all doors and windows are locked and no other person is lurking in any corner of my house
I cringe when I see a reflection of myself in the mirror, I look like I've been run over by a truck, my makeup is a disaster, they're tear streaks on my cheeks, my mascara and eye liner also left a lot of black stains on my face, they're also a lot of patches on my face. As if that isn't enough my curly hair is sticking out in every corner. I look anything but organized
There's a dried blood stain on my ear where the bullet had grazed. He's very good at aiming, he was careful not to blow my ear off but close enough to leave an injury, not a grave one though and I don't know if that's a good thing especially considering how much time he had to do that. That means he's been doing this for a very long time and its probably very dangerous having anything to do with his kind of people, his aura screams dominance, from his very tall figure, he's about 6ft4 to his muscular and built stature and then his stupid handsome and stoic face, everything screams power and danger. He effortlessly intimidates everyone in the room. At least I'm alive, that's the main thing and I'll do anything to keep it that way
I sigh and take my lashes off first before using some wipes to take off all the make up from my face and then I grab my towel from the hanger and hop into the shower. I close my eyes and hold my breath as the warm water hits directly on my head and face cascading down my body. I stay in that position replaying tonight's events in my head until I couldn't hold my breath for much longer, I tilt my head to the side so the water isn't hitting on my face and head anymore then I take a few breaths my chest heaving up and down as I pant.
I'm going to think about all these in the morning, right now I just need some sleep my head hurts from everything and the many shots of vodka I took earlier isnt making things better. I scrub my body faster and in a couple minutes I'm done showering, a couple more minutes and I'm also dressed and ready for bed, before hopping into bed I check my doors and windows again to be reassured that they're locked. Falling asleep is harder than I thought, whenever I close my eyes everything keeps playing again and again and I'm scared he might come back and kill me if I sleep off. I grab my phone from the bed stand where I kept it, I have a few messages from Brea but I don't feel like texting right now so I just ignore it and put after hours by the weekend on repeat instead. I lay face up looking at the ceiling until I fall asleep
The loud sound of footsteps approaching my room wakes me up from my not so deep slumber. I quickly jump down from my bed but as soon as I do that a sharp pain travels up my leg and I fall to the floor, ouch! My door opens and Brea walks in. I release a breath of relief when I see it's just Brea and not another creep breaking into my house. I forgot that I share this house with. Brea. Oh shit! This means she's in danger too. For now I'm just not going to tell her because I'm not even sure if he'll return, there's no point getting her worried and knowing Brea she'll definitely go to the cops and I don't want to deal with that now.
She waltz in giving me a weird face as she walks past me and throws herself on my bed "I'm not even gonna ask why you're on the floor, you've always been a weirdo. My head hurts...." She groans while saying the last part. I roll my eye and push myself up from the floor, this time around I'm careful not to let that toe touch the floor again as I walk back to the bed, plopping myself on the bed beside Brea
"You're an asshole Brea, do you know that?"I ask tiredly
"How do you know I had an anal yesterday?" She asks gasping dramatically
"Ew" my face scrunches up "that's gross"
"No, you're gross"
"Who even said you could come in here?" I tilt my head so I can look at her
"I can come in anytime I want...duhh" she says nonchalantly and I scoff. " I'm just going to leave now because I need some advil for this fucking headache, but I'll be right back and you're giving me all the deets of what went down yesterday" she adds standing up from the bed
"Nothing went down Brea, there's no detail to give"
"Liar, so why didn't you text me back yesterday if you weren't busy with something? you're going to tell me every single thing when I'm back"
"Whatever" I say turning my face to the other side and pretend to be sleepy, she mumbles something as she walks out. Once she leaves I sit up and cradle my leg so I can take a closer look at my toe. It's red and swollen and it hurts like a bitch. I really don't know how things escalated so quickly yesterday
As soon as the pain subsides I gently stand up and go to the bathroom to freshen up and apply some more ointment after which I take some pain killers. By the time Brea comes back into my room, I'm already all freshened up and the pain killers already started kicking in so I feel so much better.
I knew Brea wouldn't drop the whole thing about what happened last night so while I was taking a shower I already thought of what to tell her because I really don't want her to know about what actually happened so I told her what she wanted to hear, that I met a very good looking man in the club and we went to his place together and had incredible sex till morning. All of these were true except that we didn't go to his house and have incredible sex but I did meet a very good looking man at the club. Of course she wanted details of what went down and she wasn't giving up until she got answers so I created a whole scene in my head and just told her what I imagined sex to be like with that guy, for some reason I find him really attractive even after seeing him kill a person and even tried to kill me.
Brea bought everything I told her and she kept teasing me, I feel bad for lying to her but it's for her sake so I'm going to do it, hopefully he doesn't return here again. I'll comply with everything he said and just keep my mouth shut. She tells me hers as we make breakfast
The rest of the day was just filled with me and Brea talking, texting, binge watching shows and making crazy snaps. My night is a lot more calm than yesterday's, I didn't see any huge tattooed man in my room or anywhere near my house, I'm still anxious and I constantly checked if the windows and doors are locked but the fact that I'm not here alone helped a lot. We ended up falling asleep in her bed while binge watching a show which is something that happens very often.