Your Fate ("Your Boyfriend" Fanfic)

Chapter 8: A Friendly Visit

Chris jolted awake at the loud, beeping sound of his alarm clock, as he turned his head to look at the time, "3:00 AM."

Chris groaned in annoyance, and thought, "Do I really have to do this?" He reached out his hand, pressed the off button, and then opened up the blanket, as he swung his legs around and sat up with his head down.

"The joys of working in the military." Chris sarcastically thought, as he got up and walked inside the bathroom.

He closed the door, turned on the shower faucet, took off his clothes, and hopped in the shower.

"Something's about to happen..." Chris thought to himself, while he scrubbed shampoo through his hair. "But I don't know if I should be afraid, skeptical, or just flat out annoyed. Nothing makes any sense anymore."

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Chris grabbed his bag, and walked over to the door, as he shuffled through his keys with his fingers. He unlocked the door, opened it, looked down to the folded up paper on his doormat.

He picked up the paper, and unfolded it, while he closed the door. "Another one? This is just getting too much at this point." Chris thought, as he opened up the paper.

Upon opening, was a note that had wet, red ink in the writing, as it read, "YOU'LL GET WHAT'S COMING TO YOU. YOU'LL GET THE ALL PAYBACK FOR WHAT YOU DESERVE. BUT DON'T WORRY, THIS WON'T LAST LONG. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING."

Chris then shook his head, and thought, "Whoever this is, will definitely pay for THEY get. I'm not about to settle for this degeneracy anymore." He folded the paper back up, put it in his pocket, and locked the door.

"It's only a matter of time before I get myself into more trouble with Peter. Whoever's been sending me those videos and letters can't even stand a chance." Chris thought, as he walked down the parking lot. "With the flash drive and everything, I think I got the perfect way to track these fuckers down."

As Chris walked down the parking lot of his apartment when he gazed his eyes around the dark, decrepit buildings within the town's atmosphere. His eyes darted to the small, dim light sources of the street lights, while the chilly wind blew onto his skin.

"Am I really the only one here?" Chris thought, as his head kept turning in different directions, and screened for a person in sight.

Chris approached the sidewalk, and let out a sigh out of tiredness. He heard footsteps approaching him from behind, and then stopped to look over his shoulder. Chris' eyes glared at the empty area around him, as he grabbed his pocket knife out of his back pocket.

"I'm not fucking playing anymore. You wanna bring the smoke, then you better be man enough to bring the heat, you bitch." Chris frustratingly muttered under his mouth, as he turned back around and continued to walk to his destination with the pocket knife squeezed under his fist.

******

"Hey, I gotta tell you something." Chris told James, as he took his last bite of his second cream cheese bagel.

"Yeah, man. You can tell me anything." James responded, while he chewed on his bagel.

Chris pulled out the flash drive out of his pocket, handed it over to James, and said, "You will not believe the shit I saw on here."

"What is it?" James asked, as he grabbed the flash drive from Chris.

Chris shrugged his shoulders. "Some flash drive that appeared on my doormat yesterday." Chris replied. "I tried talking to the police about it, but there's nothing they could do."

James darted his eyes to the side in concern, as he asked, "Did you look what was in here?"

"Yeah, I did." Chris responded. "There were some weird photos and videos in there. In one of the videos, it was just Peter and I walking out of the restaurant we went to yesterday..." Chris paused, while he rubbed his temple and looked down to the side, and added, "And one of the pictures was Peter, Ashley, and I talking in front of the house that one night we went to the party. All the others showed up as some random, weird, creepy shit, and I don't know who took any of the photos or videos on there." Chris then looked back up to James, and told him, "I think I have a stalker on my hands."