Stokeley and Me

Hard to Get Words Out

two part chapter . ‼️

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12:45 A.M | cribooo

as i hear the rain coming down and hitting the rooftop heavily, i hid and curdled under my sheets. holding tightly onto my favorite teddy bear and shaking ever so slightly after every loud strike. i waited for stokeley to come home from his stream with YourRage.

i sent him a few texts and got a few back reassuring me he will be home soon. i focused on taking slow deep breaths and calming down but every new strike sends me over the edge and on guard again. i closed my eyes and slowly began to feel tiny tears forming, but i hook my index finger and dabbed my eyes as i continued to breath regardless of the drawbacks.

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when the clock was quarter before 12 i heard the front door being messed with, but no keys. it was like someone was rummaging with the door trying to forcefully enter. i sat up quickly trying to hear what's going on, before the thunder strikes and my body jumps. i curse under my breath and pulling the sheets off my legs.

"stokeley!?" i yelled. "are you there?!"
but i received no response. "stokeley, if this is a joke it isn't funny!" i yelled again.

as the thunder began to get quieter. it began to get clearer to hear. i looked to my left and too my right, before locking eyes onto me and stokes shared closet and down to my phone.
picking it up to send stokeley a text.

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stokeley are you playing games with me? it's not funny.
seen 12:51

bae ❤️
what do you mean , i'm at rage's house?

quit lying, you were just downstairs messing with the door??!
seen 12:53

bae❤️
baby that's not me i'm not home

stokeley quit fucking with me!
seen 12:53

bae❤️
baby, im serious
are you okay?
are you fucking with me?
i'm coming as fast as i can.
y/n??
answer me!
are you okay?

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my breathing hitched as i hear steps coming towards the stairs. i immediately turned my phone on dnd and tried to be as quiet as possible. i jumped up and scanned the room for something to defend my self with before getting a hold of the small knife i keep in a compartment in my nightstand. it would be so much better if i had bought a gun when i could've...

i tremble as i grip the knife tightly. the thunder is quiet but can still be heard and is still a bit scary.

i walk toward the closet door before i opened it quietly and closing it behind me. there's no lock. it's a closet. but it'll do.

i take deep breaths and i hear the footsteps approach my bedroom door. i freeze as they get louder and i try to slow my breathing to make less noise. i hear the footstep walk past my bedroom door and i let out a relieved sigh. i grab my phone and see my notifications from stokeley. but ignoring them to quickly dial 911.