𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐘
For the past five years, I've managed to avoid him. I've managed to forget about him and move on from him. Mostly. Alex Lancaster and I have history, but nothing will ever change between us.
At least until he shows up at my dad's work...
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Waking up, I notice two things. One, I'm not in my bed. And two, I'm not alone.
A heavily tattooed arm is slung across my waist, and I immediately realize who they belong to.
Shit.
I easily slip from his grasp, slipping on my clothes. I could take a shower, but I really don't feel like waking him. Hopefully, by the time I get back, he'll be gone. Especially since he has a concert tonight.
I was stupid to have sex with him again. I was stupid to even get involved with him.
Before I head for work, I stop at the store. I stand in the aisle, hood up, hiding my face with my hands in my pockets. Exhaling a deep breath, I grab the box off the shelf. "Not making that mistake again."
I drop a twenty on the counter before walking out, ignoring the calls from the cashier. Once I'm safely inside Cyber Tech and no one's around, I swallow the pill down with my coffee.
Then I'm throwing myself into work. I shouldn't even be here, but I don't have any other choice, considering I don't have anywhere else to go. And I really don't feel like facing Alex.
Sighing, I press print on a file and stand to walk to the printer. My monitor pings, but I ignore it. I'll check it when I get back. I walk into the printer room and press the button to start printing, then turn to leave.
But I freeze as I hear paper fall to the floor. Turning around, I find a paper on the floor with my name written in bold letters.
That's not weird at all...
I bend down and pick it up, confused. I didn't print anything that had my name on it. Another paper falls to the floor, this time, it says YOU'RE DEAD.
Before I can grab it, another is falling on top of it. Same words, same font, same message. I look at the little touchpad and see that it's still printing. I try to press the stop button, but it's not working.
"Stop!" I yell at the stupid machine. Paper after paper is printed, landing in the same spot. It won't stop printing. "Stop printing! Stop!" I slam against the button, but nothing's working. As a last resort, I find the plug and unplug it.
Finally, the words stop.
I slump against the floor. Whoever is sending me death threats can hack into my bosses security. That's not comforting at all.
I stand up and move to collect all of the papers, but I slow at a picture of me and Alex. It's me and him in my apartment. Below it is a message:
I'M WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVE
I look around me, as if it'll tell me someone is watching me or spying on me. But I'm alone. No one's near me.
But I was never truly alone, was I?
***
A week has flown by before I can even think about it. Cyber Tech is back up and running, per Rhys's request.
