The White Fox

2.) I do Wish we Were Better Strangers

My mind was racing. Who would send me this? Why would I hurt anyone? It doesn't make sense. I'm not some crazy serial killer or anything. I walked up to the door of my apartment. As I went to unlock it, I noticed that another piece of paper was stuck in my door, it read:

"Careful. There's someone watching you. Don't want you to run to your killer mom, now would we??"

I ran inside and slammed the door, locking it in the process. I ran to all my windows and made sure they were locked as well. I made my way upstairs and stopped. Westley. He said if I don't make him something nice for dinner he would come here. I wouldn't know if he liked it because I left right when it was done. What if it wasn't good enough?

He must be playing a prank on me to scare me. He's done it before. When I was seven he made me believe there was a ghost in the house cause I didn't sweep the floor how he liked it.

I felt my anger rise. For 14 years he had made my life hell. And I am done.

I grab my phone and call Westley. It goes to his voice mail and I leave a message. "Who do you think you are? I'm so sick of this. It's not funny. You can't keep doing this to me! I'm so done with it. You leave me alone and stay out of my life. I don't care if you get in trouble with social care and I don't care if you threaten me anymore. These stupid little notes won't scare me. I'm not some kid you can make fun of anymore. Just FUCK OFF YOU ASSHOLE!"

With that I hung up and walked into my room. That asshole thinks he can get away with whatever he wants. Well he can't. Not anymore.

I grab my books and spread them out all over the floor. I need to catch up if I wanna pass.

~2 hours later~

CRASH! I jump at the sudden noise. By now it's 5 in the morning so no one will be up. In the neighborhood people don't start getting up until about 6:30. No one will be on the streets if Westley is here.

I slowly stand up and walk down the stairs, careful not to make any noise. When I get to the living room I see a note on the table. The front door is kicked in.

Damn it, he's in the house. I'm not letting him get to me anymore. I slowly make my way to the kitchen and grab a knife. As I turn around I see another note on the counter.

"Damn it Westley I said I'm done. I'm not playing your sick games anymore. Beat the fuck out of me all you want. I don't care. I'm done with being your little punching bag. FUCK YOU! You can't hurt me anymore.." the last part of my sentence comes out in a hushed whisper.

I put down the knife and picked up the note.

"I told you to get some rest. Not stay up all night studying. Looks like you missed your opportunity." The note was in red again. I sigh and put it in the trash.

As I turn around I see a man in the doorway. A man with black hair and big muscles. A man who was in fact not Westley. This man was too tall to be Westley. He was well above my 5'0 height.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I shook like a leaf and my voice wavered but I tried to stand tall. This man could kill me in an instant. "Take whatever you want. I have a stash of money upstairs. I can go get it for you."

He stood there staring at me as if I was his next meal. This man didn't come for money. He came for death. I took a step back and he took a step forward. We did our silent dance for a few steps, until he was far enough distance from the door for me to make a run for it.

I dashed for the living room and just as I made it to the couch I felt an arm snake around my torso. A hand clamped down on my mouth.

I try to scream but the man pulls me to his chest and clamps his hand down harder. He drags me down the hallway and out the back door. As he's pulling me I'm dragging my feet to slow him down.