About you

Chapter 9

Melody Venus Stone

I will kick this bastard in his face. Why does he have to be so handsome?

He questioned as if I was an undercover spy or something. Besides an abusive ex boyfriend, my life was exceedingly less productive.

His threats weren't anything that I was unfamiliar with. Although something about a 6'0 stranger, who's been kidnapping women, dragging a knife across my body frightened me, a lot.

They leave and I instantly grab the phone to call Kalani. I stop and sit the phone down. This is always where shit gets worse in movies. Tells best friend about it, best friend gets involved, they kill best friend. Kalani has been there for me 100% of the time, I cannot put her life in danger. I was panicking from the threat and now crying because my ice cream had spilled and melted all over my rug.

I do the only thing I could do without getting anyone involved or injured. I write. I understand that the main point of my story was initially about you and now it would stay specifically about you. Every action will be portrayed in my book and if anything ever happens to me, the proof is there.

Continued.

I feel the ice cold metallic of the blade caressing my throat. As my body tenses up and I am unable to move any body part except for my eyes, I glance up to see you. I knew this was would be coming. I curse myself mentally for not being prepared physically. It is the same thing that always happens in the movies and I was not prepared. A tear rolls down my face hoping to escape my body before it is lifeless and there are no more tears to come - except for those at my funeral. Although it would not be many people and those who came would not be as sad if I was a award winning celebrity. There might be one or two, who would shed a few tears for me and long for my existence.

You were assertive and your threat was traumatizing. But a threat is something I am not unfamiliar with. Your knife has not been the first to touch my skin. Your harmful words were not the first to insert themselves into my head and leave me frightened. I was weak when I allowed one to scare me into doing everything they wanted. People walking over me and choosing to do whatever they please has went on for way too long now. (Better wordings) I have to do better.

I close my laptop after making a round check of the house to lock all doors and windows. I let Rex in bed with me turn on Hulu. A watch a movie until I fall asleep hoping to take my mind off everything and that tomorrow would be anything better than this.

• • •

After my shower I change into some comfortable clothes. I would be driving home for the weekend. Technically I did not lie when I told Isaac I had plans this weekend. I just didn't tell him it was just my parents getting renewing their vows because I didn't want him to ask to be my plus one.

I have a backpack packed since it's only for the weekend. I head to my kitchen to make some coffee before I get on the road. I get an unfamiliar smell of men's cologne. It wasn't too much, yet it caught my attention. It smelled expensive and clean. I scream when I notice a figure sitting on my couch.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Going somewhere?"

Elliot was sitting in my living room with a pistol on his lap. He was wearing a black t shirt with black shorts. His short sleeve t shirt once again revealed his tattoo sleeve on his left arm. I always wanted a tattoo but was afraid to get one.

"No, I mean yes." I was stuck in my placement eyeing the gun.

"So which is it Melody. Are you going somewhere or not?" He plays with the gun.

"I'm heading home for the weekend." I honestly say.

"Oh no, that won't do. See I can't trust you to leave." He stands up.

"My parents are doing the whole remarriage thing. It's not something I can just miss." I furrow my eyes in anger.

"Okay, I understand." He starts walking to the door and he grabs my keys.

"What are you doing? I have to leave now." I take a step towards him.

"You didn't think I was gonna let you go by yourself did you? I'm allowing you to go, but you're not going alone. There's no way in hell I could trust you ever." He says without even turning to face me. Then opens the door. "We're taking my truck. Taking your keys so you don't try anything stupid like leaving me."

"Elliot you can't."

He looks back as he holds the door slightly open. "But I am. I'll be ready in ten." He winks before leaving with my keys.

You have to be fucking with me.