peekaboo, I'm watching you

Chapter eleven: Precious Gifts

Ava

It's been a few days since the incident with the drugs. Everyone has stopped talking to each other afterwards. Hardly anyone spoke when we were bailed out. Heck, even Jake didn’t have a smart remark to make either. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I have barely been able to sleep at  home, especially with the incident that occurred the other day. My home was my safe haven, but now I feel like it is a cage, something just about able to protect me from him, but can still be seen through as though I am an attraction to him. Something to walk by and look into as though I am on display for him. My anxiety has sparked up so fast that I have started to shut all the windows and curtains. Fuck, I’ve even locked the doors for fuck sake.  I looked down at my watch and thought ,not long now .

I sighed and lay back on my bed looking up at the ceiling. I just laid there day dreaming and lingered there for a  little while longer , until I heard a knock at my door.

I froze. Unable to move I debated whether or not to answer it.
Is it him? Is he outside my house? I started to panic at the thought and tried to calm myself down.
Stop being stupid. And answer the door. I mentally told myself, trying to gain some confidence.  While descending down the stairs slowly as I crept towards the door.

I reached out and grabbed the handle.  I took a deep breath and opened the crack of the door to see who was outside.

To my surprise nobody was in sight. I opened the door wider and saw a small box on the welcome mat in front of my house. I kneeled down, still grasping the door  handle in case he decides to make an appearance. I paused looking down at the box. Why would someone leave me a gift? I thought curiously. With a shaky breath I reached forward and grabbed the box quickly as pulled back into the house and swung my door shut and jumped up to quickly shut the locks.

My breathing quickened as I walk towards the living room table and placed the box in front of me. My hands placed to each side of it, as I leaned in towards the table. I pulled out the chair from the table and slowly sank into it. My hand raised to my lips, as I chewed on my fingers nervously. My other arm folded towards to other.

Minutes passed by, that seemed like hours as I just sat there and stared at the box. Debating to myself if I should open it or not. I came to a conclusion and thought Just get it over with.

I reached towards the purple box and untied the white silk bow on the top. I take in a deep breath and opened the box...

No. No, no . I started, before finally  hitting the box off the table. I cried in frustration. Raising my hands to my head I grasped my hair tightly as tears started to plummet rapidly down my cheeks.
I hate him! Why is he doing this to me! I screamed to myself inside of my head. I paced around the living room and pulled and tugged at my hair. Why is he doing this to me! Why won’t he leave me alone! I just want to be left alone. Trembling, my knees became weak and I fell down on to my knees. My hands shaking I placed them over my face, sobbing wildly into them. My hands as a shield from myself, to help me try to block everything out and protect myself from looking at this sick and twisted gift. After a long period of time I had recovered myself slightly, I stopped rocking and gathered enough courage to glance down at his "gift".

I started to sob before Icould force myself to pull myself together.  My hands were shaking wildly, as I reached down and grabbed the box from the floor.

The sick, twisted, pervert sent me.. oh god. He sent me pictures of myself practically naked in my room. I presume that fucking- that fucking sick pervert did this after my shower as it shows me taking off my towel. My stomach dropped as I saw a note on the floor. I felt vile, I felt so, so sick. I gripped my stomach at this sick act and tried to compose myself but with no such luck I started to whimper. Shortly after these soft whimpers turned to outbursts of tears. I was shaking uncontrollably. Why would he do this to me? Why- oh god, why would he do this? I cried out loud, I felt the urge to scream as though it was tearing out of my throat. I bet he’s loving this, I thought disgusted with him. I gapped as I reached for the note, trying to contain my fear. Looking down at the venomous words, the note read;