𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼.| ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ

TAKE 5.

IM NOT SURE IF I SHOULD ANSWER THE DOOR OR NOT.

This is such a bad idea.

"I cant do that." I texted.

"Open the door Chloe"

I walked towards my door and put my hand on the knob. It twisted and turned. Yet I couldn't bring myself to open it.

"Chloe open it."

I didn't text back. My stomach dropped with the most bad feeling ever. I had the feeling if i opened this door things wouldn't go even the slightest bit good.

The doorknob turned some more, and more. All while I was getting repeated text on telling me to open the door.

At some point it started turning frantically. My door wobbled and my doorbell started getting rung, over and over and over again. I stayed frozen with my hand on the door knob before some damn sense kicked into me. I double checked to make sure my door was locked. Nerves kicked in as I dug into my pocket and dialed 911.

I pressed call this time.

"911, whats your emergency?"

I pressed my back against the door and whispered.

"There is someone trying to break into my home."

"Whats your address?"

I told him in a quiet voice as the doorbell continued ringing and my doorknob twisted.

"Do you know the persons name?"

I stayed quiet. And clearly Im a masochist.

"I dont." I lied.

"What gender are they? Are you able to tell?"

"No."

"Okay well police are on their way, can you stay on the phone with me?"

I don't answer.

I walk over to my kitchen and go to my knife holder.

"How long?" My voice is shaky, full of nerves too.

"Im sorry?" the dispatch officer says.

"How long until your fucking officers come?"

"They're almost there."

Suddenly the twisting stopped.

And my phone got a new message this time.

"Be back baby."

I dont believe him. I grab the biggest knife I own and quietly walk back to the door.

I hear police sirens outside my building and relief floods me. I drop the knife in my hands as police officers knock on my door.
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"IM SORRY BUT THIS IS NOT ENOUGH EVIDENCE FOR THIS REPORT TO BE VALID."

"Are you serious? Hes literally fucking harrassing me!"

"Yea but if you look you texted back."

Me and this damn police officer have been going back and forth for the past 30 minutes.

"Okay but cant you do something?"

"Not unless you have a message that's sexually aggressive, or threatening."

"Is him sending me about 400 asters in a week harassing? Im fucking allergic to them!"

"Do you have any proof of this?

I showed him a photo of the package of 200 asters and the countless bouquets i got.

"Is that enough?!"

His face switched and he suddenly started fidgeting.

"Just let me-" he took a deep breath "Let me go ask my supervisor real quick if this is valid."

I nodded. He walked away

And a few minutes later he led me to the back. I sat in a folding chair as the same officer working in front desk just stayed by the door.

I picked at the skin around my nail beds. And waited. For 30 fucking minutes before I finally decided to speak up.

"Im sorry is anyone coming?"

"Yea.. she should be on her way now actually-" And then a white woman with gray hairr and old glasses walked through the door.

"Ill take it from here." She nodded and the previous officer left.

She sat in the seat across from me and pulled her chair closer to the table. "Now Im well aware of the situation at hand, but I just want to hear it from you, now start from the top. What happened?"

My lips wobbled as I opened them. I knew I couldn't tell the full truth. "Well, I work as a cashier at a gas station, and one day while walking home, this man is following me.. and he gets closer and he eventually comes right next to me and I start sneezing and acting the usual way I would around asters. He walks in front of me. After that, i started sneezing I go home and I see a bouquet of asters.. Im allergic to them. I ignore them and decide to just open my door, when I dig in my pocket I notice a petal, an aster petal . I assume the person must've put the petal inside of my pocket. After that everywhere I go I notice asters, At work, inside of my home, outside of my apartment."

"Im sorry did you say inside of your home?"

"Yes ma'am. He constantly breaks in and leaves bouquets in my home."

"He?"

I freeze. I slipped up.

"He, they, she , it- whoever it was was leaving bouquets everywhere"

"Right. Can I see your text messages?"

I pull out my phone and show her.

"But you're replying?"

"So?"

She takes. a deep breath. "Were both women. Have you ever had any sexual relations with them? Accidentally gotten too drunk after a party?"

I raise my head

"What? No!"

She closes her book which was previously open. "Yeah well honestly, for this story to even  hold up in court you would honestly need to just stop replying to these text messages."

"My home is being broken into! I changed my locks like 3 times! Im being fucking stalked and harassed! And all your gonna tell me is to not respond to text messages? Do you know how batshit crazy you sound?!"

"Ma'am calm down."

"Dont fucking tell me to calm down when Im showing you clear fucking evidence of being stalked and you mother fuckers are doing jack shit!" I stood up and headed towards the door walking out and slamming it behind me.

If I cant find safety here Ill get it myself. With or without police help.