Call Out My Name

Chapter 3

"What?" he asked.

'Oh my God,' she thought.

She tried running away but she couldn't move, her whole body was rooted to the ground.

"You didn't run away or blackout... Surprising."

He leaned forward and smiled fascinated at how scared she was. Soraya finally moved back to hold a spray can to hit him but he was quick enough to hold her hand, "that won't be necessary."

"Please what do you want? Is it money? I don't have money; my mum doesn't give me an allowance. Please don't kill me."

"I won't kill you jeez, how many times will I repeat myself." He said turning away from her to stare at the pictures hung on the wall. She used this opportunity to grab her phone and run downstairs dialling '911' but by the time she got to the door, window boy was there blocking her way with a bored expression.

"I don't like a wild goose chase."

"Hello, this is 911 what's the emergency?" A voice spoke from her phone.

He rolled his eyes, "tell them it was a prank."

Soraya trembled, bringing the phone to her ear, "hello?"

"Ma'am, what's the emergency?"

"If you don't do as I say, I will kill you," he said walking up to her. 

"There -there is no problem." Soraya's voice quivered 

"Are you sure ma'am?" 

The phone suddenly fell cutting the call, Soraya gasped as she noticed that he was right in front of her. "Look shorty-" he was cut off by a blow thrown at his nose. He stumbled back holding the bridge of his nose, annoyance written on his face. 

"You know what window boy?" Soraya said with this profound confidence. 

"Window boy?" he asked in confusion. 

"FUCK. YOU!" 

"What?" 

"You can't just come to my school then to my house, that's stalkerish and pervetic ok? If you have some sort of fetish, that's fine but not with me. Please leave." Soraya said, pointing at the door. 

He laughed. 

He laughed so hard that tears pooled at the corner of his eyes, then a smile spread across his face. He leaned forward making her take a step back, "I don't want to," he said. 

"Leave. My. House," she said still directing him to the door, a frown etched on her face. He sat on the nearby sofa making himself comfortable, "you're ugly when you frown." Soraya's blood boiled as she stormed to the kitchen taking a cleaver and left to the living room. This amused him as he struggled to suppress his laughter. Soraya swung the cleaver at him but he disappeared and appeared behind her taking the knife from her grip.

"Can we talk?"

"How did you-" Soraya asked shocked as she looked back. She shook it off and returned to her serious demeanour, "what do you want?"

Her arms folded as she stared at his hand that held the cleaver, devising a plan to escape. Soraya was frightened but she wasn't going to express it.

"I need you."

Soraya's mouth fell ajar, "for what?"

He smirked, "revenge."