Coffee Shop [C]

Chapter seven

Angelo hurried up to his apartment. He had made Chris stay in the car knowing there would be flowers on his doorstep. He lifted the bouquet, frowning at an envelope attached to it. He slowly walked into his apartment. He sat the flowers on the counter, and opened the envelope. His confusion only grew when he opened it. There's was just one word on the paper. A simple word, yet it seemed to cause more fear than it should have.

Mine.

Angelo quickly crumbled the paper, throwing it on the counter with the roses. He jumped, feeling a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

"Don't move." A voice hissed in his ear. "You smell so good." The man moaned, nuzzling Angelo's hair.

"Who are you?" Angelo whimpered, shaking his head. His eyes widened as the man lifted his hand, a picture between his fingers. "How did you get that?" Angelo gasped as he stared at himself in his bedroom, in the middle of taking his shirt off.

"Don't tell your little boyfriend about this. I will know if you do, and if you do feel the need to," The man chuckled as he let the picture fall to the floor, "just know I have a more risky pictures of you." Angelo whimpered when the man roughly kissed his neck before leaving his apartment. He fell to his knees as the door closed, the locks clicking.

"Angelo." Chris called through the door, frowning at the locked door. "Angelo, are you okay?" Angelo closed his eyes, moving to stand in front of the door.

"Go away." Angelo whispered.

"Angelo? What's wrong?!" Chris yelled, struggling with the doorknob.

"I said to leave! Please just go."

"No. Not until you let me in and tell me why." Chris bit his lip, sighing as he heard the door unlock. "What's wrong?" Chris gently cupped Angelo's face, frowning at him.

"I need you to leave. I'm sorry." Angelo whimpered.

"We both know that you don't want me to leave. What happened?"

"There was... I..." Angelo bit his lip, stepping back. He looked to the crumbled paper and roses. Chris slowly followed his gaze picking up the paper. He frowned down at another paper on the floor. "No." Angelo gasped, tearing the picture from Chris's grasp.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Chris held his hand out for it, sighing as Angelo sat it in his hand. He let out a small growl looking at Angelo. The smaller man flinched in response, covering his face.

"What the hell is this?" Chris demanded.

"I didn't take it!" Angelo yelled, small tears falling down his face. "He did!" He pointed at the flowers, broken sobs leaving his lips. Chris's face instantly softened as Angelo fell to his knees. "H-H-He took it. I d-didn't."

"Do you know who that guy is?" Chris asked. He gently lifted Angelo's face, kissing his cheek. "No one should be taking pictures of you like this."

"It's from a while ago." Angelo whispered. He gently took the picture in his hand. "This isn't in this apartment."

"Someone has been stalking you?!" Chris growled. "Why haven't you gone to the police about this?"

"All I've ever gotten were flowers." Angelo sighed. "I didn't really think he was doing this. I didn't want to think that he was capable of this. I was confused when the notes stopped, but I just thought he ran out of things to say." Chris sighed, sitting on the floor and pulling Angelo onto his lap. "He has more pictures."