Chapter Three

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With shaking hands, I opened the door and got out of the car. My legs just couldn't work as if they were made of cheese. With unsure steps I headed to the front of the car and squeezed my eyes, afraid of what I would see. Slowly I opened my eyes. But there was no one there?

How was that possible? I swear I saw a guy right here moments ago. Suddenly I calmed and my pulse was back to normal. I looked around to make sure there was no one here and I was simply hallucinating again. What the hell was happening to me? Why I had the feeling that someone is constantly following me? Am I loosing my mind? The heck, Bea. Get over yourself. I told to myself and took a deep breath heading back to the car. I got into the Audi and laid my head on the wheel.

Feeling of disturbance arises within me. I squeezed my eyes and tried to come back to my normal. I sighed heavily and started the car, I drove on the road again. I looked at the mirror and .. the man was there. He sat there with hands in his pockets and followed my car with eyes. .. Suddenly he just disappeared. Damn it. I began to believe I was losing my shit. I stepped on the gas pedal and speeded up. I wanted as quickly as possible to get home. After this incident, I needed to relax.

I slammed the car door behind me and pushed the button lock. I headed to the driveway leading to the front door and took the spare key under the little 'carpet' with 'Welcome' sign on it. I unlocked the door and quickly got into my room. By entering cold chills went through my body.

I looked at the opened window. I swear that it closed before I left. Probably dad opened it. I shrugged my shoulders and started to undress, throwing my clothes on the ground. I'd clean tomorrow. At this point, my phone vibrated. I slid my thumb on the screen and unlocked it. I received a message from Amanda.

Amanda:

I heard that Jason will be there. Dress up nice! ;)

I rolled my eyes. As I cared. I just wanted to go and relax. I locked my phone and threw it on the bed. I opened my closet and looked for something suitable. My eyes stopped on a white lace dress with transparent sleeves and a small black belt. It was a gift from my father for my 17th birthday and I had never worn it. Well, everything has it's the first time. I put it on and stood in front of the mirror.

The dress was perfectly framing my body, I just loved dresses like these. Not that I was a big fan of my figure, but I'm not complaining. I turned the styler to heat up and sat on the dresser, looking in the mirror.  I didn't think to put makeup since the one I put in the morning was still there. It's a wonder it has not been wiped out yet . I put deep red lipstick.

Making sure that the curling styler is warm enough I began to curl my hair. Ten minutes later I was ready. I put my phone in a little bag and some money for a taxi. I left the room and went down to the kitchen. I had not eaten all day, not that I was hungry but did not want to risk me getting dizzy after the first beer.

I opened the fridge and took the first thing I saw. Dad had made me some lasagna. He loved to cook, although sometimes he fails at it. I laughed and put the lasagna on the bar counter. After fully full I pulled the phone from my purse and dialed my dad. After two signals I heard his gentle voice. 'Hi buddy!' he said, I could feel that he was smiling. 'Hello, Dad' I said and threw myself at the comfortable sofa in the living room. 'How are you? How are things going at home? 'I bit my lower lip. Should I tell him about my 'visions' ? I shook my head. I didn't want to bother him, knowing him he will catch the first flight and will return back home.

'Everythings alright. The house is still the whole  'I said and laughed, he did the same. 'Me and Amanda will go to a party at Ryan tonight and I just wanted to check how you are doing' I said, twisting a strand of hair around my finger. 'Ryan Reynolds? I like this boy 'he said with approvement.  If the party was at someone else he would  go crazy, but he liked Ryan and his parents a lot. Even he was trying to pair me with Ryan, but he is not my type.

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