Her Guardian Angel

|Chapter Two|

Chapter Two

Stalker in progress

I walked down the sidewalk, slowly, stopping every once in awhile to sit, and to pass time.
Life sucks. I have to admit.
But people have had it way worse than just being kicked around.
My mind instantly snapped back to the boy.
I still couldn't get an image in my head.
I stood up, and started walking again.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, and looked at the time.
12:46
I looked back, because I felt as if I was being watched. I put my phone in my back pocket, and stopped walking.
I looked around, and saw no one. But the feeling stayed in me of being watched.
I took a deep breath.
Chill out, Claire I said to myself, starting to walk again.

I'll admit. I was worried. I had heard about alot of teenagers kidnapped lately. I was always paranoid.
I brushed it off, and kept walking.
I didn't look back for another block or so, until I heard the sound of small footsteps behind me. They weren't like mine, they stopped every so often, and when they did stop, I heard a bush rumble, or grass and leaves being crunched.
I was scared. I'll admit.
I turned slowly, and only saw the small bit of blonde hair, poking out from behind a tree.
I stared, and was shaken.

Hes going to kidnap me.

Hes going to rape me.

He saved me, but he still wants to hurt me.

I ran those thoughts through my head a moment, before realizing I was standing there, giving him the opportunity to take me.
I turned quickly and started speed walking.
Soon after, the footsteps were heard again.
I went into panic mode, and started jogging.
The footsteps stopped for a moment, then picked back up again.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I repeated to myself.

I ran.
I ran and ran until I got to the block my apartment was on.

I went into the building, and went to the elevator.
I pressed the up button, knowing he wouldn't follow me on the same elevator.

"Hey! Can you hold that for me?" A younger man, wearing a black jacket and a grey beanie shouted from a few steps away.
I nodded my head, putting my hand in front of the closing door, forcing them open again.

"Uh, what floor?" I asked.

"Um," he started, looking at the buttons. His eyes averted to me, and he said,

"Eight please"

I knit my brows together, as he smiled, and I knew something was wrong.

He turned, looking at the floor, and I saw a peak of his hair.

Blonde.

Fuck! He followed me!

I moved over a bit, and pressed floor 9.

He looked at me, then gave a worried look as he turned back.

He knew that I knew.

"Pressed the wrong button, eh?" He asked.

"Yes" I said, smiling weakly.

The elevator went up, and the whole time, he was looking at me from the corner of my eye.

His phone dinged, and he said,

"Oops. Looks like I'm going to floor 9, also"

I sighed quietly and nodded.

The floor went to eight, but before the doors opened, I press the Close door button on the panel, forcing the doors to stay shut.
The elevator jerked slightly, and then the doors opened.
He held his hand out, signaling for me to go first.
I walked to my door, and put the key in, turning it and walking inside as he walked over to a door or two down, smiling at me, and knocking.
I walked into my apartment as the door he knocked on opened.
I heard what happened.

The man who lives in the apartment, Mr. Moyarty
(Moy-art-ee),
Said, "Hello there. Glad to see you again. How was your first day of school here?"

What was odd, was the fact, that right after, the man shut his door, and I kid you not, I heard the boy run down the hallway, and hop back on the elevator.

I turned, pushing myself up against the door, sliding down it, sitting on the floor.

He knows where I live, I said to myself.

I took a deep breath, and stood up.

Your freaking out. You promised yourself you wouldn't. 

I calmed myself down, and stood up.

I put my keys on the hook next to the door.

"Mom! I'm home!" I called.

No response.

"Mom?" I said quieter now.

I dropped my things, and walked to her bedroom.

I saw her sitting on the edge of her made bed, starring out of the window, with her hands on her knees.

"Mom?" I asked, taking a step forwards.

"Go away, Claire" she said.

"Mom? What's wrong."

"Nothing. I said go away, Claire"

"I'm trying to help, mom"

"Claire! Get out!" She shouted, throwing a pillow at me.

I sighed, and closed her door.
I walked a few doors down, entering my room and closing my door.

Is this what she does while I'm at school everyday? I ask myself, shuffling my feet over to my bed.

I sat down, and then laid back slowly, staring at my ceiling.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and turned it on, looking at my notifications.

I put in my pass code, and watched as my messages popped up.

I pressed the messages between Alyssa and I, and typed a messaged quickly.

Me:

I'm home. Can you come over after school. Something CRAZY happened earlier on my way home.

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