My Sister's Landlord

Chapter 21: Advice

Katie's POV

"Why would he love you?

You belong to me!

You are never leaving!", the mystery man shouted.

The last remark shook me. I quickly looked around for help, but only saw my reflection in the basement walls made of mirrors.

I could only think...Elnasio, where are you?!

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Jolting out of bed this morning after my unwanted dream, or maybe a nightmare, made me lose my appetite immediately. The words thrown at me in my unconscious state wouldn't leave. They stayed painted in the back of my mind as I began to start my day.

Grabbing the blankets and tossing them off of me, I made my way towards my bathroom and washed up. 

Walking out, I am greeted by Gina.

"Good morning!" Gina sings from her upright position on the bed.

When did she wake up? I didn't even notice.

"Morning", I comment.

"Wait, what's wrong?" Gina demands.

Dang it, leave it to Gina to figure out my every emotion.

"N-nothing?" I attempted to sound sure but only ended up sounding hesitant.

Gina tilts her head and narrows her big eyes at me and says, "I'll let it go for now but be ready to answer my many questions later."

I just nodded and grabbed my phone, knowing this conversation isn't nearly over.

"I'm gonna go get breakfast, want anything?" Gina asks as she walks towards the door.

"I'm okay, thanks", I whisper.

With that, Gina made her way downstairs and I decided to scroll through my gallery. I usually do this when I don't have anything to do. 

Clicking on a random picture Gina and Ciara took in April, I couldn't help but chuckle at their silly faces. I am brought back to the present by a *ding*.

Who could be messaging me?

Ciara? She would have come over instead.

Gina? She left her phone up here with me.

Mom? She prefers to call.

William? Hahah! I blocked that jerk.

Wait... why don't I just check instead of being a Nancy Drew copycat?! 

Ughhh, I want to go back to sleep. It's too early.

A (986) number texted me at 8:47 a.m.:

"I am thinking about you, Kit Kat."

It took E V E R Y T H I N G in me to not squeal like a pig being chased! 

I literally inhaled 99.9% of oxygen to try to calm down. I really should save his contact information. How did he even get my number? 

Probably from Ciara, ughhh, that girl there.

After a few deep breaths and light slaps to my face, I replied with:

"Are you now?"

Tossing my phone on the bed, I stood up and paced back and forth. I halted as soon as I heard another *ding*.