UNCONDITIONALLY YOURS

I hope you're thinking of me too // 4

"Parker bloody Jones. It is three in the god damn morning. What on earth are you doing on my mind". The words kept repeating over and over in my mind. What was wrong with me? It was most definitely my first sleepless night due to someone I hardly knew. I could not restrict myself from questioning if this were what it was like for other girls, the ones who would happily bow down at his feet. No, I told myself, there was no way. I knew I had to find a way to distract myself. I would never see him again, and I did not want to see him again, right? It was pitch black outside, and the entire house was silent. My father and stepmother were already home when I returned from work, but they did not feel the need to ask me where I had been, let alone greet me. I was lying in the inky blackness, letting the darkness surround me fully, when my phone vibrated on my beside table, whilst the phone screen illuminated my room. Irritated by whoever thought it to be a good idea to text me at that time of night, I lugged my body the other side of my bed to check my phone. My screen showed only a text from 'Unknown Number' meaning for some reason someone was purposely hiding their phone number. Pfft. I did not know quite what they were playing at, but it only irritated me. I opened the message.

Strange to see you up and awake at this time, Riley. Let me guess? Wondering just how I know that? I know everything. It's funny isn't it? A girl like you, so pretty, so seemingly innocent. No one would guess you to be the daughter of a demon. However, whatever acts you may try to pull I know not to believe it. You are equally evil to your father, if not more. At least he is not in denial about it. Sleep tight, I hope I didn't prevent your beauty sleep!

My heart dropped into my stomach. I suddenly felt eyes upon me from every corner of my room, and so I switched my lamp on to scan my surroundings. Nothing. My blind was closed, my door was locked, there was certainly nothing that stood out to me. I breathed out deeply as I tried to regain my cool. I told myself they could have just been guessing I was up, after all, I would have only seen the message if I was awake. Surely that was the only explanations, they were obviously going to delete the message if I did not read it. They wanted to give me a fright. The way they called my father a demon, that must have been a hint. I knew full well my father had gathered many enemies over the years. After staring at the message a little while longer with wide eyes, I managed to collect myself enough to try and get some rest. Every night before I slept, I focussed on the positive. It was harder that night.

One – My day was different. Not always in a good way but change it good.

Two – I totally kicked the creepy guy's ass. Something my father would definitely not approve of, but I liked that.

Three – I wished to be distracted from Parker Jones, and my prayers had been answered. Just not in the way I had hoped.

I may have been distracted from him whilst I was awake, but when I was asleep I had no control of my where my mind wandered. That night was the first night I dreamed of Parker Jones. It was most definitely not the last.