Two Intertwining Melodies (Will Ramos)

XXVIII.

The package was a matter for concern, as we suspected. Officer Delaney called us the next day, the box contained a small hand stitched doll, when they cut it open to inspect it's innards, they found it to be stuffed with women's dirty underwear, hair clippings and pubic hair.
Beautiful.
There was a handwritten note with it, stating they'd stop at nothing until Will was theirs. The officer said that's all we'd want to hear of what had been written, the rest was 'totally unhinged' apparently. There was now a more serious air around our anonymous friend. The officer told us there would be police routinely passing our house, to keep an eye out for anything strange. He gave us his personal number and told us to get in contact if we had any suspicions of who it could be or if we felt unsafe.

We carried on with our lives, cautious of being away from each other, we went everywhere together.
He'd parked himself on a couch while we rehearsed. Maria came over to me while the guys got their equipment set up.
"So you two really don't go anywhere solo?" She nodded towards Will.

"Nope."

"Have the police updated you or anything?"

"Nothing to update us on. Until something else gets sent to us or the freak turns up at our house. It's just a waiting game." I sat crossed legged on the floor.

"It must be awful. I can't even imagine how jumpy you are." She sat beside me.

"It's terrifying. I don't have a clue what this psycho is willing to do."

We just sat for a few minutes in quiet.

"At least you know the police are keeping an eye out for you now, you're safe."

"Am I?!" I stood up and paced. "Doesn't feel that way." My hand rubbed my face in frustration. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap." I looked over at Will, Oli and Emily were now talking to him.

"Will wouldn't let anything happen to you. I know he wouldn't. How's he coping with it all?" She walked with me, backwards and forwards.

"Better than me, which is absurd, it's HIS stalker. He's nervous though, I can tell."

"People are fucking strange." She shook her head and walked back towards her keyboard.

We finished rehearsals and all headed home. The drive to our house seemed longer than usual, I was sick with worry about what we'd find when we got back.
There was nothing.
I felt like I could take a breath, maybe they'd got bored.

The next morning I woke up retching, I ran for the toilet and puked my guts up. It was never ending. Will perched himself on the edge of the bath, holding my hair back as he woke up properly.

"That fucking food we ordered last night!" I mumbled feebly. "I knew I shouldn't have tried something different." I continued pouring my guts out, literally.

"I'm gonna grab you the bucket, you need to get back in bed, baby." He carefully tied my hair up before retrieving the sick bowl from downstairs. He came back and got me into bed. We spent the next few hours there until I hadn't been sick for a while. Venturing downstairs, he made me some toast and covered me with a blanket.

"How you feeling?" The back of his hand rested against my forehead. "You don't have a fever."

"I don't think you get a fever with food poisoning, my love." I sat up slowly.