Selfish in Love

Chapter 3

I don't know if he's following me. I keep running, I hide behind a trashcontainer and take my heels off. My heart is racing, I'm shacking and I'm trying to control my breathing. Questions are piling up inside my head. Who was that? what did he wanted? why was he following me? was he even after me? Maybe I was overthinking and misunderstood the whole situation?

I was about to stop hiding when I ear footsteps, someone pass by then comes back. Oh my god I'm in danger, I'm dead someone please comes help me, but who!

I waited until the sound of the footsteps is gone before I take out my phone and make a call.

It's ringing.

"Please pick up, please..."

"Hello!"

"Hey..." I say with a low voice.

"Rissea! Are you ok?" He seems concerned and I'm flattered he recognizes my voice!

Without thinking I respond, "yes... I mean no."

"What it is now, Yes you are ok or No you're not ok?"

I do not bother to answer, I just need someone to come get me and he is the first person who crossed my mind.

"You're a fighter right?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean by that, besides I can barely ear you, are you drunk?"

Be drunk wouldn't be so bad now in this way I could've blame calling him on the alcohol.

"I wish I were."

"Really, Jesus!"

"You do fight peoples, don't you?"

"Rissea what's going on?"

"You'r a boxer I'm right?"

"Ohh somebody's being doing research on me!" The satisfaction in his voice is palpable.

He continues, "who's the stalker now? For someone who dislikes me and wished to never see me again I must say I'm impressed Rissea."

For a second I thought about hanging up  but then who to call.

I ear footsteps again and I stay still.

"Rissea are you alright? What's going on, where are you?"

"I don't know. I think someone might have followed me."

I can ear him takes a deep breath.

"Send me your location."

"Ok." I share my location.

Everytime I ear a car I hope it's his. After what seemed like an eternity a car stop I peek through a hole between the trashcontainers  and recognize him. "Thank god." I run climb in the passenger seat, he immediatly drives away.

"Thank you... I didn't know who to call and you came in mind."

"Put the seat belt on," he says. 

His tone is sharp and he seems off during the drive

"Why are you so mad?" I dare to ask because why not.

"Potentially because of the situation you put yourself in, also because I'm not in my bed sleeping right now."

"Oh come on, don't tell me you've never stayed up all night."

"Unlike you other peoples like to sleep at night."

"I like to sleep too."

"Hard to tell." With a sceptical glance

"That's rude! You think I'm some kind of vampire or what!"