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Chapter Four; Thorns

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Tonight's another sleepless night.

I sat up and gazed out the window at the cold autumn night, the moon shining into my room and the wooden furniture casting shadows across my bedroom.

I see a shadow.

A tall, humanoid shadow.

My heart sinks.

My brown, doe eyes dart to my nightstand, reaching over to turn the light on, but a rose catches my hand by surprise, causing me to jerk my hand back.

"What the fuck."

I whisper, turning the light on and grabbing the rose.

The thorns had been cut off and the rose is perfectly fresh.

Hm. Weird right?

During the span of the next two weeks I've been waking up to roses on my nightstand, a single rose every. Single. Fucking. Time.

I had fucking enough.

"I want them placed in my bedroom, the living room, kitchen and bathroom."

I say to the man, holding a box of cameras.

"No problem miss."

He smiles softly.

I find myself in the kitchen, sipping on two fingers worth of whiskey.

It burned going down, but soothed the anxiety that bit into my throat like a rabid dog.