𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖

Mysha

"I'm sorry, bellissima, but I have to leave for work right now." With haste, Eiran speaks to me. He became unexpectedly busy after that call. But I do understand, I guess.

"It's okay," I forced myself to say. I want him to be with me, yet telling him this will most likely make me appear selfish. I had numerous plans for tonight with him, including going to the movies and spending quality time with him. But they're all ruined now.

"Not at all. In what manner is that okay? It is my responsibility to deliver you safely home–" I interrupted him and said, "Shh, you forget that I'm an investigator I can manage," I comforted him after interrupting. He seemed quite anxious.

I'm grateful for his concern for me. However, I can get by on my own. Going home alone is not a huge deal. I recognize the value of his work. He will never ever leave for work if it's not important. However, there's another part of me that refuses to let him go. God, I'm terrible.

"Now go to work; I can handle this on my own." I'm trying to soothe him once more as I place one hand on his shoulder.

He became immersed in his own thoughts. In fact, he seemed anxious. He's lost in his own thoughts, and I'm lost in his eyes. I don't mind that I'm grinning foolishly right now, though.

After pondering for a minute, he finally responded, "Okay. I believe in you," he forced a grin. Then his phone buzzed again. Who in the world is calling him at midnight?

"Bellissima, good bye." He hugged me and then hurried to get to his car to answer his phone call.

It appears that he experienced a distressing event. I would like to assist him.

I'm standing outside the venue of the event. The air is sparking with cold, and I can feel it brushing against my naked flesh. My arms felt a little colder. I decided to head back home while I gently rubbed my hands. Okay, I have to go and go home.

The party went off without a hitch. I am happy to report that Miranda invited me to her book launch, which is happening in two weeks. I can't wait to read her latest work. Since poetry has a deeper significance than just written words, I truly adore poetry books. I sometimes like mysteries since they are more relatable to my life. My work also involves mystery, suspense, and thrillers. Books with mysteries are the greatest. According to me.

I walk over to my car. At the moment, I'm worn out. Today went really well, even though I'm already missing Eiran. What steps should I take next? 

I notice dazzling country lights as I accelerate my vehicle. New York seems to be thriving even at midnight. The rustic lights are all over this place. My residence is situated in the countryside. The drive to my residence is peaceful and devoid of traffic.

I saw that there was a car behind me when I looked in the rearview mirror after a minute. I have already seen this car. Same car, again. This car belongs to my motherfucking stalker.

What is his desire with me? He follows me around constantly but ultimately ends up nowhere. He is a deranged individual. I'm worn out and afraid because of my stupid stalker.

He's back! I'm over from his foolish game.

As I peacefully drive, I wonder what would happen if my stalker were to kill me. I should stop thinking such absurd things. But here's a nice fact: he never did me any harm. He has been persistently stalking me for a time now, yet he has never once attempted to murder me. I don't think it's relevant that he's stalking me to kill me. The question is, though: What does he want with me?

I checked the box to make sure my gun was there. Fearing for my life, I opened the box in my car. Whoa, what the fuck. It's not there. The last time, I forgot to put my pistol back in the car. 

Fuck me.

Until he made the decision to do something with me, I chose to drive normally. Act prior to him; it's a terrible concept that could hurt me as well.

I have to answer two questions today: who is he and why is he stalking me? Every time I consider disclosing him, he vanishes.

Is that motherfucker still looking for me? I asked myself as I peered in my car's mirror. He's still got me covered. My misfortune.

It is no longer helpful to stop the car and ask him to identify himself while holding the gun to his head, just like in the previous instance. Okay, I have to go straight home. I honestly don't have much of an option. I chose to increase my speed because I could see the car behind me was doing the same. Help me, God, please. It feels like I'm tinkering with fire.

Bang.

I heard a gunshot and the sound of glass breaking suddenly. I quickly turned to look. That creep is shooting at my car's rear window. Oh my. His unexpected gunshot made me uneasy. Is he attempting my murder? My mind shifted to him after that gunshot.

Is killing me not the only thing he wants? I think a lot of things that are incorrect. I'm becoming out of control, and my hands are shaking from fear. I heard the gunshot and lost my hold on the car.

Was it the last time Eiran and I met only. I would never see Eiran again if my stalker were to succeed in killing me. I'm afraid of this idea.

To check if he's still following me, I glance in the mirror. I'm having poor luck. He continues to follow me.

Please, God, assist me. What location are you? 

My house finally shows up in my vision. Now I feel a little bit safer. But it's not entirely secure. I entered the house garden and shattered the front gate's latch. I never drive at this pace, even while I'm driving erratically. I'm feeling My hands are shaking and I'm losing control of them. After summoning the bravery, I made the decision to exit my car and enter the house.

I just want to take control of my stalker's game with my gun.

I got out of my car before checking to see if he was there. My luck. He has not arrived yet. I rush to the gate, open it, and jolt upstairs to my room, to find where my gun is.

How dare he! He shot at my car's window. I am going to shoot at his dickhead. I'm currently insanely furious. I'm going crazy because there are so many ideas running through my head.

I opened the door and eventually found my gun. I am confident he will arrive in my room. I'm currently waiting in my room. I am holding the gun with both of my hands. I'm shivering, yet I have enough bravery to reveal my motherfucking stalker. I can feel sweat dripping off my forehead. I have to reveal who the fuck he is. I must know who my stalker is. I have to clarify why he is stalking me.

I can hear his steps. He'll be here shortly. He is marching towards me. I can hear the top voice of his shoes. His steps are slow and dangerous. He's mocking me. My grip on my gun is tight.

He's coming.

Now, The sound of his footsteps is steady. My eyes are locked on the door of my room. My breathing is irregular. I have a feeling he is behind the door's wall.

Now, he's finally here.

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