Her Dark Desire : Buried Secrets

°Chapter IV °

~ The watched pot never boils. ~

Emaline Throndsone

There was a presence here with me, I didn't see, but I could feel whoever it was. They looked at me with such tension that I couldn't really focus. Someone was here with me, and they were analyzing from head to toe it was uncomfortable. I packed my books up and put them in my bag as I got out of the library, at least I was done with what I came here for and didn't have to sit through this for the rest of the remainder of the day.

I walked down to my car and got in, putting on my seatbelt and checking my mirrors before driving out of the school parking lot with my music blasting in the background. After a few moments of hoping that the strange feeling of being watched was gone, it came back to prove me wrong. I looked at my surroundings, and I noticed a car following me, or so I thought.

To prove the theory, I decided to drive in a different direction and even turn and lane that I changed they changed too. It was a black SUV that had tainted windows so dark I couldn't see if there was a person inside. I tried my best to lose them, but no matter what, they kept coming back, and it had dawned on me. I'm actually being watched of my every move and followed

I increased the speed of the car as my heart increased its beats per minute. I was starting to panic when they wouldn't leave me alone. I drove to the police station and parked my car, praying that this wouldn't be the way I lived my last breath on earth. I was thankful when the car drove by awkwardly slow past me, ĺbut they were gone nonetheless. I waited a while before switching my car back on and going back home.

◇you won't believe what just happened.

I texted Rachel as soon as I got home, but she wasn't online, and the message hasn't gone through as yet. When I walked through the door, my mom was waiting for me on the couch, or was it just a coincidence that she was there when I arrived?

"Where have you been?" She asked, sitting up straight in her white silk robe as she put her glass of wine aside

"I was being followed, and I had to reroute. I don't know who followed me, and I was so scared, mom. I honestly thought I was going to die that instant." I only realized I was crying when my mom approached me and gave me a hug.

"It's okay, homey." She rubbed my back as she told me everything would be fine, but I highly doubted that

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I was in a dark room again but not as dark as the last, and I wasn't tied up either. It looked like a bedroom from what I could make out. I had my glasses on, but it was still blury. I tried to move around the room and figure out where I was. I got up and maneuvered my hands around the room, but I couldn't feel anything. I moved further away from the bed I was, and the further away I got, the darker it got, but before I got away from the bed to the point where it was out of sight, a voice spoke

"Sit down, won't you?" It was deep but oddly familiar. It ran chills down my spine, and I wasn't sure whether to sit down or just ignore it because, after all, it is a dream

"I beg to differ." The voice spoke again, giving off a lot of demand and authority without mentioning any actual demand but a personal opinion, "sit down, Emaline." The voice spoke with intended authority this time, not giving me the time to be indecisive and no room for second thoughts.

I sat down immediately, but in my mind, I wondered why I did obey the voice of the unknown. It wasn't as if it could hurt me, or maybe it could. "Now tell me, Emaline, where do you live?" The voice asked me an odd question considering the circumstances. Why, out of all questions is my home address

"Why do I feel you are one of those people who followed me?" I talked for the first time to the voice, and it sounded like an echo that lasted forever. I had a small voice compared to the voice, which was unsettling. The question I asked didn't make any sense. Why would I ask my head if it were the one following me?

"You were followed today? By whom?" The voice sounded shocked in a way that I decided to make a cooking show right this moment, and I wasn't sure whether to tell it or not but this was in my mind It couldn't do harm more than me imagining that I'm alone with a familiar voice that I couldn't remember who it belonged to while we had a conversation based on today's past events

"Well, I don't really know." I answered honestly

"I see. Have a good day at school. Hopefully, whoever followed you is somewhere rotting in hell." Those were the last words I heard from the voice

I woke up sweaty but not as panicked as the rest of my dreams would make me. Maybe my mind was finally relaxing, and somehow being followed triggered its mind to have some type of therapy session although this was my mind and I wouldn't wish bad on anyone no matter how bad the situation is. I was way too sweet for that if we were being straightforward and honest.

Author's note
Being followed is the worst feeling. It's like your paranoid, and yet you know it's there. Anyway, do vote, comment, and ask if you don't know what the phrases mean. I would love to hear what you guys thought about this chapter other than that

Queen A outt👻