Alyssa Weller was a normal girl wanting a normal life, but a normal life didn't want her.
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In this book I am trying my best! Progression will be slow because I don't want this to just escalate and go from 0 to 10...
Thank you to everyone who is still supporting me even after I took about a year and a half break. I do sincerely apologize and hope you all stick with me. I do enjoy writing in my free time outside of running my small businesses. Enjoy!
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My heart begins to race out of my chest as I see the least expected person right now. He was supposed to be gone. Long gone. He literally drove an hour just to come here and now I don't know what he has planned but I don't think it's good. Not that anything about him was of that nature. I just stood there with the knife in my hand and watched him as he slowly walked up closer and closer to me until he was standing in my house. My hand clutching the knife with such force I could feel my hand start to tingle. All I know is, if he takes the knife from me he is going to kill me.
He breaks the awkward silence. "Are you going to stab me Lys?"
"Don't ever call me that! You don't have permission to give me nicknames." I stood as still as a snake and watched him with such focus. He did not take his eyes off me either. Reaching behind him, one hand out front in a self-defense type gesture he closed the front door behind him and locked it. I was watching him so closely I wasn't able to react fast enough as he darted forward and grabbed my arms. I couldn't move the knife in any way.
"Drop it Alyssa. Now!" I let my hand relax and dropped the knife to the floor. Still holding my wrists he kicked the knife over into the kitchen. He then walked me over to the couch and told me to sit. I did as he said. He sat down across from me and took his coat off. He was wearing all black and had gloves on. I just realized that. My mind racing at the thought of what he was going to do to kill me tonight. I was thinking of Justin and how he would cope with me being gone. His wife, his best friend. Even I felt heavy hearted knowing I was going to be leaving him behind. We sat there staring at each other for what seemed like years until he finally spoke. "I missed you."
My mouth dropped open. "Are you serious right now James? You probably never left town. Am I right or am I assuming?"
"I did leave. An hour to drive to come watch you shower was becoming too much. So today I decided I would come inside to see you. Up close and personal."
"What? You've watched me shower? What the fuck is wrong with you???"
"I have cameras in here. In your room, in your bathroom, your kitchen, everywhere. But it's not the same as actually being here. So everyday I wasn't working, I would come to see you."
"Without me knowing of course. You know you're a fucking creep! You should be ashamed of yourself! I'm calling the cops!" As I get up to grab the house phone. He also stands up and flashes a gun that's latched in his waist band. My gun. I felt a lump in my throat and tried to speak. My voice cracked, "James please don't kill me. I will give you anything you want. All the money in the safe, the jewelry, Justin's watches. I don't care but please do not hurt me. Please!" I felt my eyes start to water and I couldn't help but cry. I was about to die, in my own house. Me and my fiance's house.
"I don't want to hurt you. So all I am asking is that you cooperate and do what I say. Okay?" He raised a brow at me waiting for my response. I couldn't speak so I just nodded my head up and down. "So, what's for dinner?" He got up and went into my pantry and was scavenging for ingredients. "We can have spaghetti. I know a mean sauce recipe." He was talking to me like we were friends or something. I just sat there in disbelief as he was going on and on about how he was doing and what was going on in his life. I just sat there not knowing what to do or what to expect really. "Alyssa. The food is ready come eat." I was not in the right mindset to fight him so I went into the dining room and sat where he had placed the food. Afraid it was laced I sat there and watched him begin to eat it. "Eat your food before it gets cold." He kept on digging in and then got up and wiped his mouth and walked over to me. "It's not poisoned." He took MY fork and ate the spaghetti that was on my plate. He then put the fork back down and walked back over to his plate and finished his meal. I picked up the fork and got a few strings of spaghetti and forced myself to eat from the same utensil he just ate from. Even the food left a bad taste in my mouth. I covered my mouth as I swallowed the spaghetti and then I closed my eyes and grabbed the fork again but with more food on it this time. After about twenty minutes had passed I had finished eating. He was watching me the entire time and would make a noise ever so often so I would eat faster or look in his direction. He got up suddenly from the table and it startled me so I jumped. My heart was racing again just from him coming near me. He grabbed one of the wine glasses that was placed neatly at the center of the table. He had a wine opener and everything. Popping the cork out he gently poured himself a glass and downed the entire thing before adding more to his glass. He then grabbed my glass and filled it to the top nearly spilling over.
"I don't want that." I swallowed the lump in my throat. He placed the glass next to me. I gave him a look as if to plead, 'please don't make me drink this,' but he stared me down. I grabbed the glass and chugged it until it was empty.
"That will do." That's what he said. I was a bit confused until I noticed my head started feeling foggy. I pushed my chair backward and fell onto the floor. I noticed I was having double vision and I knew something terrible was about to happen. He laced my glass beforehand. A clear liquid around the rim that mixed into the wine when I started drinking it. Must have been a lot since it started working just one minute after I downed the last bit. I felt my heart rate slowing and I began to feel very weak. I started crawling toward the living area and near the door where my security override was located. If I could press the emergency button, authorities would be dispatched to my house on command. They would arrive in about 15 minutes. But I was just to weak. He kneeled down and grabbed my ankle, preventing me from moving any further. I started to have fainting spells but I was not giving up. I grabbed my heel and tried to hit James with it but again I was so weak it did nothing. He simply grabbed my wrist and held me down until I went under. "You're a fighter. This should be interesting." That's the last thing I remember before completely blacking out.
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Phew! Its gonna get a lot crazier from here on out. I will try to update again tomorrow! Goodnight.
Checkout my other story
Anomalies.
Kids growing up, graduating, falling in love, and moving up the world, but super powers?! Now that's something you don't see everyday!
The time is set for 3050. The world has definitely changed. People have developed supernatural powers and abilities but not everyone. And although it's quite normal now not everyone likes those who are different. Anomalies are what they call them.
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