Silent Attention [COMPLETED]

45. Attack

I had finally made up my mind about the two men in my life.  It was a hard decision, but when I looked at it, it was an easy one.  I had reached out to Mike that night.  That night and the following night and the one after.  I had still talked to Aaron, but I didn't feel the comfort that I felt with Mike.  With Aaron, I was always on edge, always wound up.  That's how I felt right now.

Mike had just dropped me off at my place and I was sitting on the couch wondering how this was about to go.  My finger hovered over the call button, daring myself to get some nerve.  I pushed the button finally and my heart thundered with each ring.  By the fourth one, I thought I was having a heart attack.  When his voicemail picked up, I was slightly relieved, but then I remembered I would have to do this eventually.

"Hey it's Gemma, I need to talk to you.  Call me back okay?"

Now I was going to be on my toes until he called me.  Until this sense of doom vanished.  I knew Aaron really liked me.  Liked me more than I liked him.  He was a really good looking guy too.  The whole package, but it just wasn't meant for me.  My chest still hurt and as I moved around, getting ready for bed, it grew worse.  I felt guilt worse than ever before.  I don't know why.  After I had made the decision, I felt freed.  Telling Mike had been rough, but it too was liberating.  Telling Aaron should be along those lines.  Instead it felt like I was being lead to my death. 

I finished brushing my teeth and took one of my xanax.  Just something to help me sleep tonight.  Something that didn't take long to do after it kicked in.  I knew if I didn't take it, I would be up all night worrying about Aaron.

When I woke, I felt a little chilly.  Normally I woke kind of groggy, and to the sound of my alarm.  Right now I felt refreshed and not in my own bed.  The bed was too soft.  I went to roll over, to protect myself from the sun, but my wrists were bound.  My eyes immediately adjusted from adrenaline as I took in my surroundings.

I was in a bed, with black sheets.  My wrists were bound above me and together.  I was still in my large shirt and panties I wear to bed.  I pulled the ties to get myself sitting up, leaning against the head board.  There was a huge tv on the wall in front of me, a door to a bathroom the right.  On the left was a computer desk and a closed door.  On the right was a wall of windows with a wonderful view of the city.  At least I would think it was wonderful if I wasn't bound.  I started to breath heavy.  My initial jolt of adrenaline was wearing off as the room stayed silent.  I inhaled deeply, and smelled the scent I have grown to fear.  That refreshing expensive smell, the one of my stalker.  I was in my stalker's house.  He had finally grown the balls to take me. 

Anxiety started to wash over me.  My body grew cold with sweat.  Silent tears streamed down my cheeks.  What would he do?  Would he rape me?  Kill me?  Torture me?  I wasn't safe.  I was never safe.  All that time he hadn't been visiting me, he had been planning.  Planning to take me.  I was never going to get free.  I looked at my reflection on the black screen.  At my pitiful self.  I wasn't the kind of girl that was strong enough to survive this.  I just couldn't.  It was all my fault.  I must have made him mad when he couldn't get to me.  When I had the security system installed.  How had he gotten in?  He must have tripped the system.  Someone was looking for me and that meant I was on borrowed time. 

My breaths grew short and shallow.  Without my pills I would go into attack.  I had to calm myself down.  But it just hurt so bad.  My chest hurt.  This was just a small amount of pain compared to what I was about to feel from him. 

Just then the door opened and stole away the little air I had in my lungs.  This was it.  I was about to die.  I almost did die too, when I saw Aaron walk in.

"P p pl please hel help."

Aaron strode towards me with gusto.  "You okay Gemma?"  He cupped my face and wiped a tear away with his thumb.

"P p p pills."  I couldn't escape with him like I was.  I could barely breath.

"Of course babe."  He got up and went to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and one of my pills.  He helped me drink the water then set the glass down on a side table. 

"We. We need t t to leave."

"Shhh babe.  Lay down.  Everything is fine."

Lay down, why would he want me to lay down.  He was supposed to be saving me right now.

"Nnooohhh." I whispered out.  My chest loosened it's tight grip on my heart.  "Guardian angel."

"Calm down babe.  Everything is fine."  Aaron pulled me down to lay, then proceeded to cuddle with me.  This wasn't right.  Something was wrong.  His hand caressed up and down my arm.  Something that was meant to soothe was sending shivers of terror. 

"This is your place?" It took great effort for me to stay awake.  The pill he gave me was working faster than mine did.

"Our place now.  I've been waiting so long to bring you here."  No matter how strong the drugs, those words sent me over.  Aaron was my stalker.  My stalker had stopped watching me because he was with me.  I had talked to him like a friend, done things with him that I shouldn't have.  Things willingly done that I shouldn't have.  I kissed him.  I damn near had sex with my stalker.  No no no no no.  This couldn't be happening.  I would take physical torture over this any day. 

Aaron kissed my shoulder.  His soft lips and cold metal sent my heart thundering.  Tears rolled down my face as my eyes closed.