Fear Itself

Chapter 3

Sasha - Why Trust a stranger.

What did i just agree to? why seth?, only one person knows everything about me and bret, so why would i share details with stranger, he probily has this idea of me anyway, some sick twisted story bret has told him. looking around my appartment, i see everything ive changed, my hair, my clothes, my job, my whole life, the life i live now is the one i want, i have no wish to go back to were i was before, i dont want to be that girl anymore, no trace of bret left in me.

Maybe he wont come and i wont have to think about it again.

its been a hour, and hes not here, thats fine, im actually pleased he didnt turn up, i dont think i could handle talking about it. stripping out of my clothes and kicking them into the corner, i pause... i swear i heard a whistle, maybe i was hearing things, i stopped moving, there was no more noise, just silence, yeah i was hearing things, freak,  i laughed to myself, i feel like im an secret agent like ive got some ninja job and im always going to have someone after me, ha, im a tatoo artist nothing big, who would be whistling at my window at almost 10 in the evening.

Dressed and ready for bed, i feel relax and relived, all thoughts of tonight have been pushed to the back of my mind, and they can stay there till well forever,i was just about to climb into bed, when i noticed the one mistake i made while being sober, my curtains there wide open, i dont fancy having the sun blinding me in the morning. getting up to close them i take a quick look outside, and thats when something caught my eye, what the hell is that?, standing there in the shadows, who isit?, why are they looking in my direction?, oh my god, isit bret? i know its a person, but who? i quickly close my curtains and run to my bed, pick up my phone i think of who to text, but theres already a text, 

* i whistled, i knocked and you didnt answer, text me*

its only seth, i was right someone did whistle, but when did he knock i didnt hear the door, just as i was texting seth back i recieved a text,

* i saw you, sasha open your door, im alone*

jumping up i looked out the window, the shadow figure, its, he's gone. *Knock Knock* SHIT!, my heart, its beating so fast, that scared me. i sure hope thats seth, walking to the door, i look through the spy hole, and see seth smiling back at me like he knew i would look before opening the door, cracking open the door his smile fades, "Sasha, im here alone, i promised you", with a sigh i opened the door wider, for him to walk through, as he walked in i noticed he had a bag with him, maybe he's running away from bret aswell, even thought i find it hard to believe that bret would lay a hand on seth, i mean seths atleast inches taller then bret. "would you like something to drink?, i have water, juice or maybe you want something stronger? Jack daniels?",  i knew the answer before he said it, "JD and coke please", wondering into the kitchen my mind was racing, what am i going to say, what does he want me to say, i think ill have a drink, no ill take the bottle in the front room with me, one drink wont be enough.

back in the front room i see, seth looking at the pictures on the wall, there just pictures of me,amber & troy after a random concert, then theres group of me and dad, me and mum, and me with some guys from work, "you look like your mum", what a odd thing to say,i mean my mums not ugly or anything, if anything she looks damn good for her age, but really, thats the best line he could think of, odd guy, "well you know what they say, if you want to know what a girls going to look like when shes older, take a look at her mother" i said with a giggle, "take a seat, im just ganna put on some shorts, i didnt think you were coming, so i got ready for bed, excuse how i look", he gave my body the once over, not saying a word, he didnt stare long enough for me to feel uncomfortable,i was pretty greatful for that, he didnt make me feel how i feel around most guys, if i was standing naked infront of him, he would still look at me like i was wearing a hoodie and jogging pants.

running into my room, i find the nearest thing to me,a pair of bright yellow shorts, i look stupid, but then again my hidious outfit might take his mind of the shit im about to tell him, walking back in to the front room, i felt awkward, how can i feel awkward in my own house, "so, how have you been", oh shut up seth you dont care and i dont want you to care idle chit chat isnt what you came for, "seth is that really want you wanted to ask?, me or is that how you want to start this, 'what did he do to you' converstation?", i couldnt sound more depressed if i tried, i just want to get this over and done with, i dont want to say this shit, and im sure he doesnt want to hear it.