Chapter Six: I've got my eyes on you
Carter's P.O.V:
FLASHBACK ˈnoun'
a disturbing sudden vivid memory of an event in the past, typically as the result of psychological trauma.
That's exactly what happened when I saw the figure of the old man standing right in front of me. I knew him, that's for sure. He was a part of my past, that's also for sure. But who was he?
"So we meet again," the old man right in front of me announced.
"Do I... know you?" I asked, clearly confused.
"Carter Williams," he said as if I didn't know my name or something, "I believe we met many years ago. I'm Detective Stevens," he declared.
I stood there, without uttering a word. Clearly, I was in shock. Cold sweat rolled down my forehead, as if the man in front of me was going to destroy my whole life. In fact, he can. Like he saved my life many years ago, he can destroy it now.
What the hell brought him here? How does he know where I live? "He's a detective, silly." a voice in my head said.
"And may I ask what are you doing here?" I tried to sound as polite as possible.
"Will you leave me out here in the cold, and not invite me inside?" His tone was laced with sympathy somehow, but it was pretty clear that he was tensed.
"Come in," I said as I opened the door widely.
We sat on the couch, and I tried my best not to make any eye contact. The tension in the air was thick, and I had no idea how to break it. I didn't know what to talk about, not even how to start the conversation. After all, he is the one who is supposed to talk first, he's the one who's got some explaining to do.
"Miss Williams, I am surely here for a reason. I've been searching through my files," he coughed a little (he is pretty old now, maybe in his early 60's), then proceeded, "and your case is the only one that remains unsolved."
"And so? I've moved on. I'm living a pretty peaceful life. My stalker hasn't disturbed me since the 'incident', and it will stay that way. I don't want to know who he is or where he is, or what he's doing with his life. I don't care. You just can't come back in my life suddenly after 13 years and bring him back in my life like that," I let out, feeling out of breath.
"I understand your situation," he said surprisingly calm, "but he, on the other hand, didn't forget you nor moved on." His words gave me goosebumps, and I feared what he was going to say next. "Did you by any chance receive a message on any social account of yours?" He asked me.
"No. Actually, I don't have any online account, I deactivated them all," I answered.
"Well the other day, my colleague found an account who was supposedly yours, and we even sent a message. And guess what? We also got a reply," he said in a serious tone.
"What? How? Who could have answered instead of me?" I questioned, still not getting the point.
"Your stalker."
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"No way," Brooke said in pure disbelief. The day after the exposition, and after I saw the Detective, I went to Brooke's clinic, and told her everything that has happened with me lately.
"Way. You told me this is a new beginning, you told me I should move on. But, look! It's like the past is following me wherever I go, I just can't run away from it," I declaimed.
"No one said that you should run away. Sometimes, you have to just move on. But in other situations, you have to face the thing that is bothering you to be able to move on." She spoke wisely.
"What do you mean? That I should face my past? Re-face my stalker? The one who murdered my parents? Go through the same trauma all over again?" I blurted out, my eyes widening at the unwanted idea.
"Not like that, Carter. What I meant to say is, you won't find peace unless this case is closed," she announced.
"Oh trust me, it is closed. And I will show that detective that my stalker isn't a threat anymore; that he is long gone. D. Stevens is just being paranoid or something like that, but I won't let him ruin my life. I made a success yesterday, and I will make it last and enjoy every bit of it. Yes, the "Carter Williams" case is closed."
And with that, I left the clinic, not giving time for Brooke to say a word, or to protest. I just walked out, knowing that there is nothing to fear. Well at least, that's what I hoped.
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3rd person's P.O.V
"Turning off, turning on,"
Somewhere, not too far from the police's department, there was a building, with many apartments. On the fourth floor lived a strange man, that no one knew much about. The neighbors did not frequently talk to him, he rarely came out of his apartment. He stayed in that one room, filled with computers and cables and machines, and could control everything around him.
He was currently in front of his computer, just pressing a button in a continuous manner, late at night. Grinning at his screen, he kept on pressing the same button with satisfaction.
A few roads away, Carter was in her house, laying on her couch and watching the news, when the lamp started flickering. Then there was a blackout, and there was no electricity in the whole building,
Then the lights came back on, then off. Then on, then off. The electricity wasn't stable at all, and Carter couldn't stand it anymore. She unplugged the TV's cable since she wasn't able to properly turn it off, then pressed the light switch and went to bed.
The man was still in his room, pressing the same button, which controlled the electricity in Carter's building. Half an hour later, he brought the electricity back on in the building and left the room.
The following day
"We've received many complaints about the electricity last night, so I'm here to fix it. I believe that the problem comes from the apartment at the first floor, since all the other apartment's cables are perfectly fine," an electrician said to Carter's building's manager.
"Sure, I'll open the door for you right away," the manager said, while getting the key's to open Carter's apartment door.
"Thank you," the electrician grinned widely as he stepped in Carter's apartment and shut the door behind him. She wasn't there, she has work at that time of the day.
The electrician put down his kit, and opened it. Shockingly, it wasn't filled with electricity material. Instead, it was filled with small surveillance cameras. He took them all out, and wired a camera in every corner of the apartment, making sure they were well hid. Each room of the apartment was now covered, and all the camera's were connected... to one specific computer.
"Well well, Carter Williams. Let's see if you can run away now.
I got my eyes on you."
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A/N: Eum... Sorry for taking so long... I understand that you must be all pretty pissed off...
Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter. <3
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