Fixated

((03))

Raeleigh's P.O.V.

The light's were off in the house, letting me know that my mother hasn't made it home yet. 

I walked up the stairs to my front door slowly, ignoring the nagging feeling that someone is watching me. 

I unlocked the door and locked it again behind me, the warm embrace of my home wrapping around me like a blanket. 

I could still smell the brownies mom made for me this afternoon, saying I needed a treat because of everything that happened earlier this week. 

I haven't gotten many visits from my stalker in the last few days, for that I'm grateful. I can just feel him around me, I can feel his disgusting obsession with me as I walk through my home. 

He has sent me two pictures today, one of me walking down the stairs in front of my house. I went to get some pizza with Casper. 

The second picture was of me and Casper kissing in front of the pizza place. 

I smiled as I flicked the lights on for the hallway beside the stairs. I set my purse down on the last step, dropping my keys on the table beside the kitchen.

I could hear the floor above me creaking, yet it didn't register as anything, not until I got a text.

Blocked. 

"Welcome home."

I glanced around, noticing that the back door was unlocked. 

How long has it been unlocked?

I looked around for my purse, not seeing it anywhere. 

I looked around, not seeing my keys either. 

I'm stuck. 

My heart started racing as I heard him walk down the stairs, something bouncing off of each step as he came down. 

I slowly glanced around the edge of the staircase, spotting the dark wooden bat being dragged behind him. 

When he saw me I heard his breathing get harder, he stopped in his tracks and looked at me. He turned his head sideways. 

His bandana was covering his lower face, like usual. He wore his signature black hoodie, yet this time he didn't wear loose black pants, he wore blue jeans. 

I turned around, running for the front door. I pulled as hard as I could, realizing that it was locked too late. He pulled me back by my hair, his breath on the back of my neck making me sick. 

He threw me back, my body crashing on the floor like a vase. He stood over me, watching me scramble to my feet and run for the kitchen. I pulled my phone from my pocket, hitting the first contact that popped up... Casper. 

I ran past the dining room, hearing his footsteps in close behind me. Before Casper could answer, my stalker pulled me back, throwing me on the floor in front of him. 

I cried out, my side hurting from hitting the wooden floor so hard. He watched me crawl backward, trying to get to my feet I rolled over on my stomach. I got halfway to my feet when he kicked my feet out from under me, dragging me by my left foot back into the hallway. 

He started swinging the bat around, taunting me with it. 

"Please, stop. Leave me alone," I begged, out of breath. 

He laughed, his voice disguised again. 

I took this chance to get up, trying to run around the corner.