Who the hell was in my house?
It occurred to me as I opened the door that I was at a disadvantage because the intruder most likely knew I was on my way in, I had no weapon and had called no one for back up.
Oh Lord help me was I could think as I made my way through the empty living room.
Maybe it was one of the girls. Morgan did have a key in case of emergencies. Yeah that was it, someone had dropped her off here.
That assumption was debunked when I realized the intruder's voice, coming from the kitchen was male.
A familiar male's voice at that.
But it couldn't be.
I entered the kitchen and lo and behold I was correct.
I must be dreaming.
"You're finally back from your meeting. I've been waiting on you. I made us dinner."
I recovered from my temporary speech deficiency quickly.
"I must be dreaming, yeah that's it. What the actual shit, Alex! What are you doing in my house?!"
"I just said it I was making us dinner. I figured you'd be hungry after your meeting."
"Dinner? Does this look like your house? Better yet, do I look like your WIFE? Get out now!"
"That's what I came to talk to you about, I've decided I'm leaving Candace, I want to be with you."
"I've recognized that you are apparently delusional, but I'm going to say this one more time. Get out, before I call the police Alex."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me that we can be together."
I watched as he promptly started tearing up, if I hadn't been convinced before that he was a bit unstable, this did it for me.
I headed over to the phone on the counter, as I started dialing the number I felt Alex grab me, squeezing my hands in the process.
He roughly pushed me on the kitchen stool, all while restraining my hands. I heard metal clanking and soon realized that this psycho actually had handcuffs!
Could this get any worse?
Why did I always have to think things knowing they'd most likely come through; because I saw Alex take out a gun and place it on the table.
Weirdly I wasn't scared though. More like pissed.
What upset me more is that he was crying for some weird ass reason.
"Now Lila, I don't want to hurt you. Far from it, hurting you would be hurting me. All I want you to do is enjoy this dinner that I spent all evening making. Now I'm going to feed you, okay?"
I guess he took my silence for consent because he started cutting the meat to give to me.
His phone rang at that moment, distracting him.
At the same time I heard the doorbell. Thankfully he hadn't seemed to hear it so I took that as my opportunity.
I jumped from the chair and sprinted to the living room. The Lord must have been on my side because I actually made it to the door, and on the other side was the last person I expected to see.
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