Stalker Syndrome

Chapter 8

A/N: sorry for the long ass pause. I've been working a lot and if I'm not doing that, I'm sleeping or drawing.

It's been quiet for a while now, I press my ear against the wall to be sure. 'Do I chance it?'

I slink off the bed making my way to the door, jiggling the knob. 'It's locked, of course' 

'shitshitshit'

I try to quietly jostle it by pulling the knob forward and pushing my shoulder into the door itself.

The wood starts to creak a bit, willing me to push harder. "Come on stupid door"

Heavy footsteps start to echo towards me and let go of the door quick,making a dive for the bed, instead of getting on top, I decide to weasel my way up under it.

I hear the footsteps stop and I hold my breath.

"Darling...I made you some dinner."

"Darling?"

I hear a sharp inhale followed by a loud clink sound.

"This isn't funny darling" 

The wardrobe swings open as he practically rips the clothes out.

"Stop hiding darling"

I tried to wriggle back even more but that caused the bed to creak. 

I gasp just knowing he heard.

"There you are"

A swift hand darts under the bed and yanks me out by my ankle much to my dismay.

I let out a squawk 

"Darling"

There's a long silence as we stare each other down. It's like he's unsure what to do or maybe he's contemplating the right response.

'KICK HIM IN THE FACE' I mentally scream to myself.

But on second thought ...maybe not,hes clearly stronger than me. I'm not winning a battle any time soon.

He opens his lips but then shuts them again.

This weird silence feels like it's going on and on forever. 

'Should I say something..?'

"...... You scared me Darling"

I squint my eyes in disbelief

'Is he being for real for real? This is insane, HES INSANE!'

"I love you darling, you know that right?...I love you, I love you."

His eyes glass over as he keeps repeating the same sentence.

'Is he trying to convince me or himself?  This is kinda pathetic'

"You said you made dinner?" I practically squeak out

"Dinner?" His eyes refocused to a slit momentarily before returning to normal.

"Ahem...Yes! of course."

His hand slinks off my ankle as he pushes himself up to retrieve the forgotten by now plate."

"PB and J, your favorite darling"

'Favorite, more like a struggle meal...but beggars can't be choosers I suppose'

He holds the plate out to my still seated form with an anxious look on his face. I sigh, then pushed myself up from the cold hard floor hissing in disapproval as my ankle gave an ache from where it was grabbed initially.

Taking a seat on the bed, I take the damn plate from him. 'Maybe if I play nice, I can catch him off guard at some point'

"Thank you..."

  Just saying thank you to this insane bastard makes me livid but despite my fighting will, I know that being unagreeable with this bald bitch will only give me more misery.

He immediately perks up and shifts closer to me. 

'I hate this'

"Of course darling...you stay here and rest, I'll be working."

His eyes linger on me before he swiftly leaves followed by the sound of the door immediately locking.

I glare at the sandwich as if it's mocking me

'"...Working?"