Ghosts Of The Past (A t.A.T.u Fanfic)

Chapter 33: Freak

When Yulia got home she sighed in relief that Ivan was gone, else he would tease her about the Ketchup stain that had so Skillfully been accidently dropped on her pants durning lunch at Lena's.

Accident my ass, Katya is a little shit. Not my fault that Lena fell, not like I pushed her.

She thought, going into the bathroom and pulling the pants off and tossed them into the hamper before pulling on her pajama pants before heading upstairs to her room, Laying across the bed and getting her laptop and opening it.

Junk, junk, junk, more stalker shit from the freaks from middle school, email from game, comment on splashart, roleplay shit, like on Splashart.

She thought with a sigh, sitting up and opening a new webpage, pulling up a music playlist from her favorite's bar before laying back down, closing her eyes.

Everything is different and the same now. We're different but nothing really has changed between us.

She thought, wondering how that could be just as the sound of the door closing caused her to jump-up and grab the metal baseball bat from the corner, only to almost run into Ivan who smirked slightly, holding up a bag of junk food.

"You wouldn't kill a delivery man would you?"

He asked, earning a snort.

"After the day I've had there better be chocolate in there."

She retorted, prompting a quizzical look as he handed her the bag.

"Your favorites and what happened? You and Lena have a fight?"

He retorted, earning a snort.

"If only. More like she fell, hurt her ankle and her little sister blames me, dropped Ketchup on my jeans so that it looked like I was on my mother fucking period and when I was driving home I got all manner of quizzical looks and laughs!"

She ranted, rummaging through the bag.

"I don't want to know what her sister has against you but I hope you didn't kill the little brat." He laughed, earning a look.

"She's ten, If I would do anything I'd hang her upside down in a dumpster somewhere!"

Yulia retorted, finding what she was looking for in the bag and handing one to Ivan.

"Want one?"

The man just glanced down at it and wrinkled his nose.

"No. Unlike you I don't like chocolate."

he retorted, reaching out to ruffle her hair much to her annoyance though she didn't do anything more than shove him lightly.

"More for me then old man."

Lena woke up with a start, her ankle throbbing badly beneath the covers as she rolled over unto her side, glaring at her alarm clock.

"Three fourteen." She groaned, flipping on the shade lamp on her bedside table and taking two tylenol from the cup on her bedside. Sighing she decided to get on her cellphone, going through the ten missed texts from a number she didn't recognize.

'You might have the diesel dyke protecting you but one day you will be alone and I'll teach you from humiliating me.'

She read, eyes growing wide as each text were just as threatening as the first.

Her hands began to shake slightly as she read them, making her feel as if she couldn't breath and she had no idea what to do. Did she call the police? Did she go to her parents? Did she tell Yulia? she was at a lost since she couldn't​'t figure out who could even be sending her those messages.

She was near tears when suddenly her phone vibrated again, though she was afraid to even look down at the small screen, though when she did she was surprised that it was Yulia's name that showed up.

'Sorry for texting so late, couldn't sleep and I am pretty sure I have a sugar rush. Respond whenever, I'll probably be up.'

the message read, causing Lena to laugh despite her fears.

I'll call Yulia, she'll know what to do. I mean, she went through similar right?

She thought before dialing the number with shaky hands.

"Allo? I hope I didn't wake you."

Yulia's voice stated, causing her to chuckle slightly though she suddenly grew serious as she responded.

"You didn't...but I think I need your help."