Obsessed

18

 

Wrappers flooded the top of the desk, the files below it covered with a layer of chocolates and chip bags. I slouched back against the comfy chair and propped my feet on the table, discarding some of the trash to the floor.
 
I found out the creeps computer password the minute I put my two brain cells together.

It was my birthday.

Fucking stalker.

I quickly browsed the internet in hope of being able to call, email, or maybe even order help.

However, he put restrictions on it. He knew I was coming.

Hacker Davina out.

I excessively groaned and dragged my hands down my face. I clicked around before I was able to open the television browser.

I grinned. Yay.

I put on my favorite show, crossed my arms behind my head, and fluttered my eyes shut for a moment.

During that moment, the air shifted.

I heard a shuffle and shot up, looking at the intruder.

"Well, what do we have here?" A rumble of a voice asked.

I turned towards the door and was stunned by the man standing in front of it.

He looked like an older replica of Russian man. His wrinkles looked nothing more than barely noticeable fine lines and his hairs ashy.

He gave me a sinister smile that made me feel like I should've run when I had the chance.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing?" He spoke slyly as his movements aimed towards my spot near the desk.

I messily stood from my chair, clattering away from him. He appeared worse than Russian man, as he possessed an evil glint in his eyes.

Too much testosterone for even a year.

He tutted, "Who let you in here, Крсивая кукла (pretty doll)?"

He prowled as he neared me, my back hitting the bookshelf. My eyes flickered around the room.

Damn it. Why do I always get stuck in these positions?

He leaned down and picked up a piece of my hair that had fallen down from my messy braid. Twirling it around his finger, he brought it up to his nose. I flinched as he inhaled my scent.

God, these people are weird.

I looked behind him, opening my mouth and stuttering before blurting,

"What is that?" with a slight screech.

He dropped his intense stare and rapidly turned his sight towards where my gaze had been placed. I suddenly brought the heavy book I had been hiding in palms, up and slammed it against the back of his head.

The minute the object contacted his skin, I dropped everything and sprinted through the door like my life depended on it.

Which technically, it did.

I slammed the door behind me, hearing angry footsteps on my heels.

I heard low grunts and angry yells follow.

Oops.

I shuffled down the stairs, losing sight of where I was supposed to run to.

The house was too big and I was too small to know where I could hide, but when the voices began getting louder, all I knew was that I needed to move.

I picked up my pace and sped through hallway after hallway, my breath catching in my throat. I looked back when I notice a fading in the noises, when suddenly I collided with a thick wall.

But this wall held me up. Nice wall.

I lazily looked up, my heart pounding in my chest.

Him.

I blushed when I realized our intimate position, but just laid my head against his chest while he gently pet my head. I could feel my legs begin to give out as they began to resemble jelly more than flesh. I could make out little thumps in my ears, hearing them increase as I wrapped my arms around his thick waist.

"Protect me." I mumbled against his skin.

He made a sound of confusion, looking up past me. He must have noticed something because he suddenly became very stiff, but never faulted with his touch. He placed his hands firmly over my ears, so I could barely hear the sounds of harsh yelling.

I shut my eyes, inhaling the smell of smoke and pine.

Yummy man.

I felt whispers tickle my ear and once again, I was met with a solemn darkness.

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