Pursuit (previously Sexting Experiment)

Chapter 6

Authors Note:

Yay. 

~Ally :*

Rowans POV

Recap: I gasped, what the fuck did Alex do?! I swiped to the next message , a narrowed my eyes. That ass! The message was simply a winky face, but attached to it was the black lace thong my sister had gotten me (before she left), and the matching bra. She said "it will make you more of a girl!" As soon as i had gotten them i shoved them in the back of my drawer and never looked at them again. Well.. until now...  It it wasn't even my choice. I sighed and tossed my phone on my unkept bed, already planning my revenge.

"PERVERT ALERT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, after reading the disturbing, yet slightly persuasive text. I was still in kinda in shock, not that Alex had sent that picture (it was his usual dumb ass move I had gotten used to), or that 1D guy wanted to see me wearing it, but mostly because that little perv (referring to Alex this time) snooped through my underwear drawer! Now I may not be your classic "girly girl", in fact I act more like a guy then half the boys in my school, but I do possess womanly parts, and I'm not going to walk around all day wearing some cheep ass Target granny panties. I grabbed some of the bras and underwear that were now sprawled across the floor and shoved them back into my dresser, grumbling as I went. 

Suddenly a loud crash echoed below me, right where the kitchen is located. I stood absolutely still, pausing slightly bent down so I could hear the sound better. My first thought was "Oh, that's probably that stupid cat again", but then I remembered that I (sadly) don't have a cat, and continued to listen for more hints on what made that sound. Only there was no other noises, whatever had knocked something over must have known I heard, and was waiting for me to walk around my room, or slam a drawer shut so they could make a quick escape. I weighed my options in my head. This guy could be a murder, and if I run down the stairs completely unarmed and unprepared to fight I could easily die. Then again it could also me Alex, sneaking off with the leftover ice cream. Silently I crept over to my door, peeking our the slight crack between it and the wall. A shadow lingered against the stairwell wall, moving slowly as to not make any noise. A slight creek echoed through the hallway, signaling the figure was almost at the top. The shadow froze for five seconds, then continued up the stairs at its steady pace. I took in a sharp breath, grabbing the closest thing I could find. My Louisville Slugger. Perfect. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears. A pounding that could only be described as a hundred bass drums simultaneously beating as hard as they could. It went quiet again and I strained to hear any sound that would signal he was at my door. After about a minute of complete silence I began to think no one was even there. This was probably just my over active imagination playing tricks on me like it had many times before. Just as I was about to throw my bat on the ground and continue piking up the underwear still sprawled across the floor a breath rung through the hallway, only a few feet from my door. I flattened myself against my blueish grey wall, wishing I could sink through. Someone began to push the door open. It's shadow slowly edging over me, providing more protection for me, but less of a chance to escape. I attempt to slow my breathing, a technique I has seen once while scrolling through commercials on TV.

I began to make out the mans figure. His tall, well built body was masked by all black clothing, making it hard to find any other distinction. I inhaled, quietly as to not alert my presence and drew the bat back, preparing to strike. He began to turn, searching the room for someone, probably me. Before he turned to my direction I let out a small grunt and closed my eyes, swinging the bat at the intruders head, waiting for the crunch of wood to bone. But it never came. I opened my eyes and saw that he was grasping the bat. A million thoughts raced through my head, I could make a run for it, try to dial 911 from the phone shoved in my pocket, but the most logical one was to scream. Just as I was about to let out a blood curdling scream, which would hopefully alert my dimwit neighbors to call the police, then man clamped his hand over my mouth and pulled me to the corner of the room.