Britney's P.O.V
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"Son of a bitch." Alex muttered under his breath and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
He dialed a number angrily and disappeared without a word into the kitchen.
I sat down on the couch staring down at my feet.
A cat.
He seriously killed a cat and used it's blood as ink.
What kind of sick person would do that? What would he do to me?
I suddenly felt the fear that was missing when I first saw it all.
He disassembled Alex's bike, he killed a cat for a note, he hung it on my door with a piece of Alex's bike..
He was watching me earlier today.
I was the one that got away from him. I was the one that got Alex's attention. He was doing all this to scare me, but what would he do if he got to me?
I was biting my nail nervously at this point. I could hear Alex's angry voice shouting at someone through the phone however I couldn't make out what he was saying.
Nia.
What would he do to her? She wouldn't let him do anything to me, she would get in the way. What would he do to her for that.
"Are you alright?" I heard Alex ask in concern. I must've looked just as scared and worried as I felt.
"Yeah I'm fine." I answered back quietly as I stared down at my shoes.
He sighed and hesitantly walked over to where I was and sat down next to me.
"Nothing's going to happen to you." he assured me and rubbed my back softly.
"How can you be so sure? You saw what he did Alex imagine what he would do to me!" I shouted nervously, a little louder than I intended.
"I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." he leaned over until I made eye contact with him.
He was so different from last night. Yeah he apologized and all but it's such a big change in such little time.
He was genuinely worried about me, he cared about what happened to me. His eyes said it all.
I bit my lip and hesitantly rested my head on his shoulder. His arm slowly snaked around me and pulled me closer to his body.
Never have I felt so safe in my life.
Alex's P.O.V
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What I saw outside was something I've never seen before.
I've seen a lot of messed up shit but this took the trophy.
My bike was in pieces scattered all along Britney's front yard, a dead cat, and a note pinned to her door with the cats blood as ink.
Cole was sick in the head.
Britney was surprisingly calm for what she was looking at, she wasn't really scared mostly shocked. Or at least thats what she looked like.
I didn't care that my bike was broken, I could fix it in a heartbeat. What bothered me is that he's probably been here the entire time I have, maybe even before. There's no way he could do all that after I got here, he's been watching her.
That's what made me mad.
I looked around as much as I could, any sign of him and I was going after him. I didn't care if I was alone.
