From The Balcony

part 1

Her gown dragged to her feet, the lace fabric glowing from the moon. There, she stood on her balcony, taking in the majestic scenery that surrounded her. She adored the city. The noises made her feel comforted and at home. Looking down, she noticed someone standing below. An unrecognisable figure. They wore dark clothing, so she couldn't identify them in the darkness. She heard a whisper, which called out her name, "Georgia." It startled her, making her take a few steps back. Once she approached the balcony again, the figure was gone. Fled somewhere in the distance. Georgia felt eager to find out who it was and debated whether she should go see. Finally, she followed her gut and made her way out the door. Georgia regretted the decision of just leaving as now she was only in a lace gown revelling her breasts. She held the gown closer as she fled down the staircase. The house seemed more unsettling at night, which put her on edge, still she continued on her course. A rustle came from outside the large doors. Cautious of her actions, Georgia called out to see who was there. "Hello, who's here at this time of night?". No answer. Carefully, she turned the handle, opening the door with force. No one was there. The trees rustle from side to side from the wind, and the birds could be heard fluttering about in their nests. Still, no one was there. Georgia stepped out a bit more, losing up as she felt relieved no one was there. Must have been her imagination. With this calm feeling, her grip loosens on her gown. A wild gust of wind sweeps by blowing her gown, reviling her body. A dark crimson red meets with her face. Quickly, she covers herself, embarrassment crawling all over her. Thankfully, no one saw. Then there was a rustle in the bushes. "Who's there," she called out. No answer. Must've been a squirrel or something. Georgia turns round, still unsettled by her experience, and runs back inside, closing the door behind her.
Morning soon, dawns and Georgia wake up from her slumber, switching off the alarm that screeches in her ear. However, that isn't the only noise that could be heard. A flush of the toilet and out comes her boyfriend, a smile placed on his face. "Charlie, you came home!" She cheers, leaping into his arms. "For this body, any day," he winks. "I came back at about 4, I think, but that doesn't matter,". Georgia then pauses, a confused look hitting her face. "How'd you get in if the door was locked?" She questions, leaning away from Charlie. He scoffs at this, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. "That's a silly question. The door was wide open, so I just entered. " Terror runs through Georgia's body. Open?! The door was open?! How? She left it locked and then... oh no. The balcony and the... oh no. Georgia watched as hef boyfriend happily got ready for a busy day of work as she sat there in fear. "Breakfast?" He chirped to her. Georgia obliged.
She now stood in her kitchen making a nice meal of pancakes, reassuring herself that everything was alright. No one was there, and it was only her imagination. That's all it could be. Charlie clapped his hands and licked his lips as he saw the mesmerising sight in front of him. Splendid was the first thing that came to mind. "I don't know what I'd prefer to eat first, you or these amazing pancakes," she said, planting thousands of kisses on Georgia's face. She giggled at this, ruffling his and giving him a proper kiss. "Eat your pancakes before I rip that tounge out," she teased, which Charlie could till in her tone. This made the setting more cosy. Whether it was the lighting or the sound of the cars passing, they just couldn't tell. One thing they could tell was that they were happy in at that moment.
After stuffing the last of his pancakes into his mouth, Charlie aroused from his chair, waking over to the sink to give his plate a quick scrub. "Gotta go, babe. I'm going to be late," he said. "So soon?" Georgia sighed, showing her unhappiness at this. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go," he pouted, also upset at this. "Why do you have to go so soon?". Charlie chuckled to himself. "Well, my boss has this amazing ass that I just have to se-," he stopped seeing as his girlfriend wasn't getting the memo. "I'm kidding... maybe,". Georgia gasped, pushing him away playfully. "Next time I see her, we'll have a comparison,". The two kissed each other goodbye as he headed to the door. Georgia picked up her plate and went wash it when she heard Charlie call her.
Once there, she noticed his face scrunched up in confusion. "Hey babe, this is for you," he handed over a letter. It was addressed to Georgia Martin but didn't say who from. "Hey, tell me what it is when I get back if it's interesting," he smirked before heading out the door. She didn't reply. She was too wrapped up in the letter. Opening I carefully she scanned the envelope. No postcode. That, eant whoever delivered it was here. But if it was delivered this morning, she would've seen them . Unless. She had to open it now. Reading the inside of it made her heart drop in shock. "Thanks for the view. I hope you didn't mind me taking a few pics,". What on earth. Then she noticed the pictures behind the letter. They weren't just any pictures. They were pictures of her...naked! The first one was of her outside when the wind blew past and the others were of her in her own bed asleep! Panic sprang through her. How was this happening and who took them. Did they have any more? If they got in, did they steal anything? Her whole head started to hurt. Quickly, she stepped outside to scan the place. The only things about where the cars, people, trees, and lamp lights. Nothing else. What should she do?
Sitting down was the best option at that point. She sat herself down on her sofa, staring off into the blank TV screen. Her heartbeat was beating as fast as her head span. Then her phone buzzed. It was her grandfather, and the texts were clear.