"Im going to fucking break you" Reston seethed.
"Please. Please. Please. I beg you. Don't hurt me." I cried taking steps back.
Blair Summers has always lived in fear due to her relentless stalker, a presence that has haunted her since her mother mar...
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I sat still and frozen in fear as my shadow came closer. My breathing quickened, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. He pulled down my covers with his knife and soundly placed the birthday cake in my lap. In the dim moonlight, the white cake seemed ominous, like a symbol of death. It had no decorations or words, just plain white icing. His musk had enveloped me once again.
He extended his hand holding the sharp chef's knife that glinted in the moonlight. My throat tightened, and I could feel the fear gripping me. The room was filled with the sound of my own erratic breathing and the faint music playing through the earphones in my phone.
I couldn't bring myself to look up, so I focused on the cake before me. I held his knuckle and pressed the blade onto the pristine white surface. When he brought the knife out of the cake smeared in frosting and bread, he pressed the tip to my lips silently urging me to take the first bite. I knew what he meant. Trembling, I swallowed and obediently brought out my tongue, eyes closed.
He slowly moved the flat side of the blade against my tongue, and I tasted the sweet fusion of strawberry and vanilla cream as I swiped my tongue against the roof of my mouth. My heart continued to beat loudly and heavily, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"Happy birthday darling." His voice gravelled through my soul. He then licked the little of what was stuck on the knife himself.
"Thankyou." I whispered as I looked back down in my lap. Ready to be touched. It's the first time he's going to touch me and I hope that it's less painful than what I've imagined.
Yes I have imagined because he made me imagine. He talks to me. Every night . He tells me the different ways he intends to inflict pain on me. I keep telling him, I can't take the amount of pain he's planned on giving me. I'll die. And honestly I do want to. I wish that one of them accidentally killed me. But I don't want to suffer in pain. I know they want to hear me scream and beg. The only difference is that Reston has already hurt every square inch of my body but my shadow? He hasn't. And I know it's not long before he will.
The worst part is that there is no hope. Not even hope of love and change. He's told me so. A couple hundred times. He will never love me. He's just obsessed with me. Madly obsessed. Everytime he has called me beautiful he made sure to explicitly define the difference. That my beauty didn't invite him to love and cuddle. It called him to beat and slice me.
His words have made me feel so disturbed on so many nights that I would cry myself to sleep. I genuinely feared what was yet to come. I hope that by some miracle. I don't wake up tomorrow. Pass away in my sleep. Please.
It had been quite some time since my mom and dad's wedding, and I had hoped that things would change with Reston. After all, now that I was his sister, I thought maybe he would be nicer to me. But unfortunately, things remained the same. Reston continued to be rude and mean towards me.
