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Chapter seven

~TW~ Mentioning of drug addiction and sexual assault, implied r*pe

Alex was surprised Caroline was already at his house when he got back. It was only 3:24, she normally wasn't here until 5:00 at earliest.

"Did you...even leave?" Asked Alex.

"You need to get a restraining order against him." Said Caroline, very flatly. She didn't answer Alex's question.

"Who?" Asked Alex.

"You know who. He tried to break in today. What happens if he gets in while you're here? You don't have a phone, you can't call the police."

"Has it really gotten that bad?" Asked Alex. He knew his stalker was desperate, but not this much. 

"Get a phone. You need a way to reach out for help if he tries to...hurt you again." Said Caroline.

"I can't afford one right now, that's why I got rid of the old one in the first place." Said Alex.

"Then I'll pay for it. Don't try to protest, it's not like I'm saving my money for anything more important than your safety."

"Caroline, you really don't need to do that."

"Yes I do. I will never forgive myself if I let something happen to you."

"It's not your responsibility to take care of me, I can take care of myself."

"You're not doing a very good job with it."

"Wow, thanks."

"I'm not being a dick, Alex, I'm being honest."

Alex hated to admit it, but he knew she was right. 

"Fine. Thank you." He said.

"How was work?" Asked Caroline, trying to lighten the mood.

"Eh, it was okay. Not the best." Alex shrugged and started walking up to his room.

"Alex...be honest with me. Do you hate me?"

The question was so out of the blue.

"No?! Why would you ask that?" Asked Alex, looking back over at her.

"I just feel like a burden ever since I started asking to stay here. And I don't remember most nights since I've been...drinking, and you seem so stressed every morning and I always have to wonder if I did something wrong."

"Caroline, you know I don't mind having you here. I'd rather you be here than with your dad. I don't and never could hate you." Alex promised.

Caroline smiled thankfully at him, but still seemed unsure.

Alex went to his bedroom and started looking for his coke stash. He normally kept it hidden on his bookcase, but it looked like it was completely gone.

"Shit." He mumbled, and started looking around. He searched everywhere and his cocaine was nowhere to be found.

At first he thought Caroline might've taken it, but then he heard something. Coming from his closet.

He looked around before grabbing his pocketknife. He started approaching his closet.

He opened the door slowly, holding his knife at the ready. He just had to hope that whoever was hiding behind the wracks of clothes didn't have a weapon.

He quickly pushed his shirts aside and thrust the knife forward. No one was there. The closet was empty.

So...what was I hearing?

He sighed, deciding he had been scaring himself, and left the closet. As he turned back to his room, he noticed someone run past the window outside.

He hurried to the window and looked outside. Whoever had been there was gone. His initial thought was his stalker must've been there, but this was something different. This was someone else. 

He always felt uneasy when he saw his stalker out his window, but this was a whole new level of uneasy. Whoever was there would be back. He knew it...

...

My mom wasn't home. She was working late that night. I told him, thinking maybe we could go on a date that night, but he asked if we could just go by mine.

It was a stupid idea for me to say yes. 

I made us dinner and we watched South Park while we ate. It was a great time. Afterwards, I offered to drive him home, but he asked when my mom would be back. I told him she wouldn't be back until five AM. He asked if Amy and Anthony were home. They weren't. They were staying at our Aunt's house that night. He smiled and said he could go home a little late and asked about going to my room. 

This was before i got addicted, so I didn't have anything to hide. Right when we were upstairs, he grabbed me and shoved me against my bed. I didn't know how to react so I didn't react fast enough, and in seconds, he had both hands around my neck and was holding me on the bed. I tried to get away, but he's much stronger than me.

He asked why I was moving so much. He told me if I really loved him, I'd let him do this. I tried my best to calm down, I didn't want to upset him, but I was shaking like hell. I was scared and I didn't want this. He let go of my neck and moved his hands further down my body. I cried, but I didn't fight back. I let him break me to pieces.