Lustful Dreams

Chapter 45

Lustful Dreams
Chapter 45

Shane watched Norman leave in his jeep, he had to admit it took balls to volunteer to meet the person who has been stalking you. Now Jon was perched on the balcony, beer in one hand and binoculars in the other. Just as he said, Mya left right after he did as if she was staring into the window waiting for him to leave and how creepy was that? He sat forward and looked through the binoculars, searching for any signs that someone was following her and there was, a skinny guy with hair down to his shoulders, tattoos all over his arms and his neck. Jon thought he looked familiar but he couldn't place where he'd seen him before. He sat back and pulled out his phone to snap a picture, as good of one as he could from the distance and sent it to Norman and to Nina. He got a phone call not a few minutes after from Norman, "where did you get this?" "Dude just came out of Myas place man, he looks familiar." Norman snorted his annoyance, "of course he does man, that's Tyler." "As in Katherins stalker ex?" "Yes, dammit I should have known he was apart of this somehow." Jon grabbed his lock pick and headed towards Myas building, not paying much attention to Norman bitching about Tyler. "Bro you gotta call Kat and let her know." "Way ahead of you man, already did. Just keep her ass busy and watch yourself, that creepy fucker is lurking around there somewhere." He ended the call as he got to the building, waiting to be buzzed in, an older woman asked why he didn't have a key and he easily lied saying he got locked out and she was more than willing to help, bless her heart. He smiled as she came out and he quickly trotted past her to Myas door, using his tools to quickly pick the lock and push the door open wide. He found the light switch and stepped in, shutting the door behind him. The place looked normal so far, just a regular apartment filled with stuff a woman might want. Searching the house he didn't find anything, nothing that screamed psycho. Jon groaned and rubbed his hands over his shaved head, he had to look in her room and he'd be done. Again her bedroom looked normal, everything in precise order for a woman, nothing to suggest her and Tyler live together, not here at least. He noticed the nightstand drawer was open and pulled it all the way open. He let out a long whistle, man this chick really had problems, he thought to himself. He picked up the rather large stack of photos, they were all of Norman. Not photos he posed for either, these were taken from a long distance without his okay. Typical sighs of a stalker. He spread them out over the bed and took a few pics of his own, just to show Norman and the girls when he heard the front door open. He quietly put the pictures back and looked around for a hiding place. Seeing the large closet he stepped in quietly and closed the door just in time for Tyler to kick the door open. Jon held his breath, trying not to make a sound. Through the cracks of the door he could see Tyler standing there, anger plain on his face as he scanned the room. Jon wasn't scared, that's not why he hid, he just didn't want to give away their element of surprise. Was Tyler watching Norman's house, how did he know to come back? Jon took a deep breath when Tyler turned around, satisfied that the room was empty when Jon's phone vibrated in his pocket, Tyler stopped and turned towards the closet.

Norman had to keep himself seated as he waited for Mya to arrive. After Jon sending that picture of Tyler, every part of him wanted to leave and head to Katherin, make sure she was safe from him. He felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner, Tyler was still trying to get Kat back and Mya had been the one to help him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to ease his headache when he felt hands on his shoulders. He hid the flinch and tilted his head to look at her, planting a smile on his face Norman got up and hugged her, kissing her cheek lightly. Her arms wrapped around his waist quickly before he pulled away. She was smiling like a devil in disguise, which is what she was. Nothing good about her remained anymore, her obsession had got the best of her and she was dangerous. "Thanks for meeting me, wanna sit?" He motioned to the chair furthest away from him but of course she took the one closest. He smiled through his irritation and pulled out her chair as she sat. Mya smiled and sat down, pulling off her jacket to reveal a slinky top. Norman fought the urge to vomit and run away instead he sat down and gave her his best smile. "I'm so happy you called me Norman." "Yes, I didn't want to wait any longer to try and work this out." "And how do you think this is going to work out?" she gloated, happy that she was getting her way, it made him sick. "Well I know I don't want anymore of those pictures to come to light, that could cause problems for me." She grinned at him and put her hand over his. "I didn't want to resort to that but I get what I want and what I want is you." She whispered as the waitress put their coffee down and left again. "Yes im starting to see that. I'm willing to make some sort of arrangement so we both benefit from this." "Does she know you are here?" Mya asked, drawing circles on his hand, making his skin crawl. "No she doesn't and its best we keep it that way." He lied, knowing Jon would have told them what was happening. "I don't mind sharing Norman, but I want everything she gets when we are together." "Everything like what?" She scooted forward until her disgusting mouth was too close to his ear. "I want you in everyway Norman, I want us naked in your bed, I wanna wake up with you. I want to be treated like you treat her." Her voice made him shiver in a bad way, there was no way he'd be able to touch her like that, he couldn't stand to even have her hand on his. He made himself chuckle and put his hand on top of hers, "I think I can make that work darlin, but no more funny business, no more pictures and acting crazy." Mya agreed and closed her lips around his ear lobe, biting gently. Bile rose up his throat and he had to swallow repeatedly so he wouldn't throw up. "Should we start tonight?" "Cant tonight darlin but soon." Or never he thought to himself, itching to wipe his hear off and soak his arms in bleach. "Oh I wanted to ask you, who'd you get to snap those photos anyway?" Mya chuckled at her own private joke, "oh just a friend, wanted to help me get my dream guy." This was a night of fake smiles, "I have to go, work tomorrow but I will call you and we can make a plan okay babe?" Her eyes lit up like the forth of July at his words, "okay, don't work too hard and I cant wait to hear from you." Norman stood up and helped her up, pulling her into his arms. His eyes darting around and seeing no on paying attention to them, she pulled back and he knew he had to do this. He was going to kiss her, she had to believe he meant what he said. He cupped her chin and her eyes got wide, confidence going down the drain, taking a deep breath he leaned down to her lips, kissing her gently. Her arms wrapped around his neck and held him closer, their lips working together with her tongue trying to coax his into the sensual dance. He flicked his tongue once and she moaned into his mouth. Norman pulled away and gave her one of his panty dropping smiles before walking away. He waited until he was out of sight before bending over and throwing up everything his stomach, letting it all hit the ground. He gasped and wiped his mouth, trying his best to breath through his nose but all he could smell was her expensive perfume.

Jon stayed perfectly still, trying to see if maybe Tyler would realize it was nothing and walk away but that didn't happen. Tyler's hand tucked into the back of his pants and pulled out a small handgun, palming it like he knew how to use it. "Got a lot of nerve coming here." He said still coming closer and closer, it seemed like he couldn't pinpoint where the noise had come from. Jon knew the moment a gun came out that it changed the dynamic of the situation. This could only end up bad. Tyler was right in front of the closet now, using one hand to palm the gun in a white knuckle grip and the other to gently pull back the closet door. Jon lunged forward, trying to get the jump on him maybe get lucky and smack the gun away. Tyler wasn't ready for it, Jon towered over his smaller frame, backing him up enough to emerge from the closet. Jon grunted as they fell to the floor, Tyler's knee up against him stomach sending rolling pain through his body. "Easy man, don't wanna hurt ya." He grumbled trying to smack the gun away from his hand but he kept his death grip on it. Using his other hand to pull at his shirt, his knees bracing against his stomach to try and throw him off. Jon kicked up with his knee and it connected with Tyler's leg, earning a grunt from him and it gave Jon enough time to smack the gun away from him, leaving it skidding on the hardwood floor. More confident now Jon got up quickly, hands up ready to fight as Tyler regained his balance and stood. Blood dripping from his mouth, a result of Jon's head-butt. Jon backed up and put his hands up like he wasn't going to hurt him, "not looking for trouble man." Tyler scuffed and wiped the blood away with a swipe of his arm, "should have thought about that before you broke in." Tyler's eyes flicked back and forth between Jon and the discarded gun, seeing how far away each was from him. Jon shook his head, stepping forward with his hands balled up into fists. "Let it go man. Just back up and I'm gone." Tyler laughed like the maniac he was, "you and Reedus fucked with the wrong guy, you couldn't just leave Kat alone could ya, gotta have everything." Jon rolled his eyes, not in the mood for the way he was acting like Katherin belonged to him. "Get over it man. She don't want you no more, never will again." Pure rage poured from him and before Jon could blink and react, Tyler was scrambling for the gun. Jon rushed him, knocking him off his feet and rolling around on the ground, fighting for control of the situation. They had their hands one the gun when it went off with a loud bang, that echoed off the walls. Jon's body jerked back and both their eyes went wide. Jon waited for the pain to hit him, wanting so bad to say he was sorry to Nina one last time but it never came. Jon stepped back, gun in hand after Tyler could no longer hold his grip. He fell to the ground, a dark red spot forming right over his heart. Jon panicked and dropped to his knees, applying pressure to his chest, "shit, keep your eyes open man!!" He shouted but he knew it was too late, Tyler gasped and went still. Blood still seeping into the shirt and his hands, he stood and backed away sucking in deep breaths to help calm himself but it didn't help. He could taste Tyler's blood in the air, making him feel queasy. "Oh fuck....oh no...dammit!!" He paced the floor trying to decide what to do, did he call theme cops? But he was breaking and entering.....did he just leave... to many choices and not enough time as the blood began to spill onto the hard wood floor, a giant puddle under his body. Jon wiped his hands on his shirt, pulling the drawer open and grabbing all the pictures. He bent down and grabbed the gun, using his shirt to wipe off all his fingerprints from it before setting it down again. He headed for the door, looking back once more. He knew it was wrong but he was relieved that Tyler could no longer hurt them. He opened the door cautiously, it was pitch black outside and the street wasn't that busy, he made his way quickly across the street and up the stairs to Norman's door. He unlocked it stepped in. The hairs on the back of his neck standing up, someone was behind him. He twirled quickly, hands up and ready. It was Nina and Kat, eyes wide looking at the blood drenched shirt he wore, he let out a whimpering sigh before sliding down to the floor. Breath coming in shallow, head spinning and eyes pounding. "He's dead....Tyler is dead."