Behind The Dangerous Secrets

Chapter Nine and Chapter Ten

Chapter Nine

Today was the day of the football game and I was downright terrified. Not only just because of the stupid text my stalker sent to me yesterday, but the fact that I have no idea who my stalker is, where Blake's mother is, and how my nightmares connects to the previous. So as my annoying alarm blared which signaled me to get up, I threw a pillow over my head and groaned in frustation. Okay Paige, just calm down, everything will be okay. Just keep a close eye on Blake and it'll all be over in jiffy. I snickered sadly, I couldn't even convince myself.

Throwing my pillow away from my head, I sat up and put my faces in my hands as the blaring sound of my alarm clock taunted me. Why couldn't life just be over already?! Suddenly, my door was flung open and I look up to see my mother with her hands on her hips. "Paige, you need to get up" My mom told me as she walked over to my annoying alarm clock and turned it off. "It's a special day today."

I groaned, I already knew what she was talking about. The football game. Normally, I'd be pysched about this and I would have been excited to go to school and give out some school spirit, but my stalker totally shattered the moment for me. I had to watch over my boyfriend closely and stop this stalker who has incredible tricking abilities. It so wasn't fair!

"What's wrong honey?" My mom asked as she read my facial expression and my body language, "You love days like these. Where's your school spirit?"

"In the trash can" I retorted as I crossed my arms and huffed so fiercely that a strand of my dark brown hair flew in the hair and then flew back down with my other tresses.

My mom sighed. "I don't understand teenagers these days." And with that, she departed my room. Although I felt relieved that she left me alone, I knew that I had to get up anyway and go to school. It was going to stink--of course but if Blake was in danger, I wasn't going to let my guard down. I was going for a fight.

Pulling the covers off of me, I sat up in my bed and stretched my body that seemed to be sore from how I slept or whatever sleep I have ever gotten. That's right, I cried myself to sleep and I have a bunch of tissues in my bed to prove it.

Getting up, I ran my fingers through my tangled hair which I suddenly regretted because now my fingers were caught in my hair. I scrowled, this day just keeps getting better and better. Walking into the bathroom, I use my elbows to open the door and switch the light on. Glancing in the mirror, I gasped in horror.

I had huge bags underneath my eyes, my eyes were really red and puffy, and I also had a bunch of sleeping marks along with dried tears all over my face. To top it all off, my hair was so tangled up and messy, I wondered how I could I successfully fix myself my appearance in just several minutes. Closing my eyes, I told myself to relax and then I opened my eyes again and fetched for a comb.

When I was able to get one hand loose from my hair, I use this hand to comb down my knotted tresses. When I was done, I washed my hands and then I washed my face as throughly as possible to get rid of all the marks and tears off of my face.

After that, I pulled my hair into a messy bun and then I walked out of the bathroom and searched in my closet for clothes. I wanted to make sure I looked cute today, even though I have no intention at looking forward to this day, but because I'm scared. I know Blake likes me for me, but the things this stalker could do really scares me.

After ten minutes of excessive searching, I settled with a cute deer sweater with black pant-like leggings and a cute white scarf. It was going to be chilly today I made sure I went with something more warm. After that, I slipped on a cute bracelet that Blake gave me on my sixteenth birthday and went back into the restroom.