Eleanor Finley Park, secret daughter of the practically famous business man located in Melbourne, who's life resides on the gorgeous beach island just off the coast. When Eleanor starts receiving horrifying gifts from a stalker, she returns to her f...
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In the past- when I had a "gift" delivered to me, it was a complete surprise. Finding a letter under a pile of newly delivered parcels for the shop, or by my front door.
However, today was different. All day I had the most unnerved feeling, like my brain was telling me something was about to go wrong, but what could I do to prevent another "gift"?
My schedule today was packed, an early surf school lesson with one of my older groups from 7-9 am, and a big shipment scheduled for 9:45.
Who knew that when running a shop, all of my time would be so heavily involved in unpacking new stock?
But then after all that, Eric's 7-10 am shift ended, and I had to take over 10 till 2. It was a mildly eventful shift, with only a few customers and someone new who came in to enquire about swimming lessons- not something that I usually teach, but I was qualified to do so.
By 3pm, I was walking the high street of my little surf town to grab some lunch before my 4-6 surf school group.
If it weren't summer, I wouldn't of been concerned by the lack of people around the town, another thing that added to the day's eerie atmosphere.
Thankfully Isabelle's father wasn't late for drop off or pick up today. He lingered around for the first 10 minutes of class, which usually isn't an issue, because parents often watch their kids to the lesson.
I thought to myself, and decided I was just having an off day, and Isabelle's dad staring was just tipping me over the edge a little, but it wasn't wrong of him to be doing so.
After he left, it still felt off.
Unfortunately, everything began to make sense when I returned up the stairs to my apartment door.
My lovely green painted door, which was once locked. Now was not.
It felt like everything clicked into place, when I saw my door only a few centimetres ajar. Like I wasn't going crazy, it was just my stalker.
Shit, I thought.
My stalker.
Practically lunging up the last 4 stairs up to my door, I quickly pushed the rest of my door open. No letter, no parcel, nothing.
Nothing?
My feet slowly guided me around my apartment. Nothing in the entryway, nothing in the lounge, nor the kitchen or my bedroom, nor my bathroom.
But that's when it hit me. There's nothing here, no one here.
"Beth?" Fear trembled through my voice, praying that she was okay.
"Tststs Beth?" I attempted to call out to her again but it was so quiet. Even my sweet quiet cat wasn't likely to hide from my like this.
I was now stood, in the centre of my apartment, in the lounge. Looking out the large window which me and Beth often sat on, to my right was the kitchen, and my left lead towards my bedroom and bathroom.
"Where" I muttered repeatedly.
I realised that maybe she felt confident enough to go down to the shop floor, this idea was somewhat plausible, yet not explaining how she would of done so or the open door.
I ran down the stairs as fast as I could to the extent of me tripping down the last two, creating a loud enough sound for Callie who was about to leave the shop after her shift.
"Shit Nori, you okay?"
"Have you seen Beth?" I desperately asked, ignoring her previous question and rising to my feet again.
"Oh your cat? No, I don't think I've seen her since I was with you yesterday." She replied, referencing when I had brought my sweet cat down to the shop in my arms, while the shop was slow.
-.-
I spent over an hour searching, the shop and my apartment and even outside. As an indoor cat, completely as her own choice, I was beginning to get increasingly worried.
I knew that there was a chance this wasn't stalker related, and I didn't want to bother anyone, especially since Reece had ignored my previous message, but after so long I was getting desperate.
Reece
Any progress? Please message me if I can help you with something.
Read 3 days ago.
Are you busy rn? I'm a bit worried.
Delivered
To my luck, the three typing dots popped up immediately. Thank fuck I though, such a large weight already being moved from my chest.
Did something happen?
Not exactly, I just can't find Beth.
Read just now.
I'm Busy.
The stress that had previously dissolved from my body, immediately returned back but replaced by anger. To say I was pissed, was an understatement. How could he say that? I was genuinely concerned for my cat's life and he dismisses it like nothing.
Properly locking my front door, I now turned to the cabinet I rarely ever opened in my kitchen, but now definitely felt like the right time for a drink.
