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CHAPTER EIGHT
The movie started but her attention wasn't on the bright screen. Her hands twitched with apprehension, her chest tight as her stare traveled trough the dark. The dark made it hard, her stare narrowed as she watched the people around her. Her phone continued to make noise, the messages pouring in as she figured his patience was growing thin as she continued to ignore him.
She knew he was watching her.
It was like her vision had become clear, the fact that she was being watched impossible to not notice. It was like a switch had been turned, like a spidey sense warning her, telling her that he was close.
Each buzz of her phone made her more pissed.
"I'm going to the bathroom." She whispered, feeling her chest tighten with anxiety as she disturbed the silence. Her leg ached as she left, walking as softly as she could to not make noise and disturb the people watching the movie.
She listened to the door close.
She left the movie theater, walking through the dark hall and towards the bathrooms.
She took her phone, starting to record as she put it in her back pocket.
The door closed again.
She could hear footsteps behind her.
He was following her.
She desperately wanted to turn her head, a simple glance to see his face, to see who was tormenting her.
Instead, she kept walking.
She reached for the door of the bathroom, the dim lightening making her uneasy as took the few steps left of the hall.
Before she could swing the door open, a warm hand reached around her waist, the other hand quick to place itself on her neck as he pushed her back into his chest.
"I've missed you." He hummed, the smell of his cologne bitter. The closeness of his body made her own shiver, her skin crawling.
"I haven't missed you." She hissed, forcing herself to be still as she knew struggling would engage him further.
"But you feel me all the time, I bet you can't take a single step without feeling the pain and thinking of me." His voice was coated in a bittersweet hum and it was clear that he was content with himself, she could almost picture his smile mocking her.
The hand on her waist began to reach for her thigh, his large hands warm as they lingered a few seconds too long on her hip.
Her hand moved in a slow manner to her pocket, the pocket knife she had brought hidden beneath the fabric of her jeans.
