CHAPTER 5
Last night mom reached home later then she had informed me. But, the good daughter I am, I stayed up till she came back. I had woken Wayne up just because it was getting late, and I also called his home phone to assure his mother that he was still in my household, and he had fallen asleep on the mattress. Wayne woke up with a smile on his face, his big smile with all his beautiful straight perfect teeth. "You gotta go home, it's getting late. And plus I called your mom to tell her your on your way." Wayne looked at me with his big smiling disappeared, and his frown appeared.. I looked down in shyness and frustration because neither did I want him to leave.. But you have to do whatcha got to do. So he left with a goodbye and forehead kiss, softly for the kiss, and tight for the hug.
The week was over, and I was pretty glad that there was no school. But I was pretty sad at the same time because I was so tired but I didn't want to sleep all day and waste my day. So I drank coffee to wake myself up a little and topped it off with chocolate chip cookies. I then sat down at the dining table with my lap top so I can watch something to entertain myself.
When I finished my breakfast mom was getting ready to leave for work and she put her hand on my head and kissed my cheek then left.
I had to go upstairs to make my bed, and obviously clean everything up since I was the only person at home, and to also help my mom out. When I finished everything, I walked down the stairs to go in the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I swear I have an obsession with coffee, it's so addicting! Then I read a little, just to blush at the romance. And maybe even get some tips since I'm actually dating someone that actually likes me.
I got a text from Wayne that said "Good Morning :)" I smiled so much it was so hard to not. I got a call then, I answered it.. But I knew who it was. I didn't need to check the number, or name. I just answered. "Hello?" I asked. This very, very, strange voice I wasn't at all expecting spoke. Very rough, in an unusual way, that was undesirable, and unfamiliar. "Beware." It said with a voice that kept on cutting each time it got interrupted.. From what I thought. I was going to respond, but before my response my phone hung up. I guess that person just wanted to tell me one thing, and that one thing I wasn't even assure of what I should "beware" from. I don't know, and I guess it was time I had to tell my mother. Because she has full priority, and she should be assured before something dangerous might happen.
I texted Wayne to tell him I got a call from that "Anonymous" person, and he was shocked at the message that was given: "Beware." He had no response except that shocked voice, he told me he wanted to come over, and I was alone at home anyways, so I figured I needed company. I said yes, and since he didn't live too far away from me, he reached after 10 minutes. "Hey." He said with a smile, a nice smile that I've never seen yet. "Hello, so yeah, that happened." I told him with a weirded out face.
He told me to change the topic so I don't get too freaked out before my mom came home, but I think there's another piece to this story. He looked a little, too worried and mysterious I guess. Not that I thought it was him, but I was thinking of it earlier, and thinking it happened with him, and while I was texting him. So the person knew when I was awake, or even when I was with him. Who could it be? Probably someone from school, my old school, or even a neighbor, that knew I was awake when my mom left for work.
Who could it be? They could be anywhere, anywhere I've went throughout the week, when it started, or any time I actually was there. Holy shit I thought in my head. This persons a stalker, this certain person is harassing me, and almost enough threatening me. I thought to myself obviously. I mean like what would Wayne think if I was accusing him. What ever was going through my head was normal from any other persons if they ought to be in this situation. Or was it just me? Sticking thoughts in my head like friends send messages through texts. I sat up straight, and thought to myself: Is this love? Or is this person obsessed with my unperfect self? I had to find out.
