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Something woke me up. I stayed still, listening. Footsteps crept toward my bed. He hadn't looked in the kitchen yet! He thinks his plan worked. I'll play along until the perfect moment to strike. The steps stopped next to my bed. Fingers brushed the hair out of my face, I managed not to react. I waited a few seconds after he moved.Then, much like out previous encounter, I leaped out of bed and tackled him to the ground. He let out a pained grunt and pushed me to the side. I rolled to my feet and covered my eyes as I heard a flashlight click on. Fool me once I could hear him edging his way to the door. The familiar creak hit my ears. I charged and tacked him again. The flashlight went flying and I opened my eyes. I got a glimpse of tan before I was thrown across the room. My bruised back hit the wall and I hissed in pain. Footsteps thundered down the stairs. Painfully pulling myself up I stumbled to the stairs. I looked around the floor below me, no lights, no sounds, no indication of him.
"There's a note for you in the fridge," I called. Nothing. I growled. If I go downstairs to search it gives him a chance to nab me. I spun around and stalked back into my room, slamming the door behind me. I locked it, before walking to the window to lock that too. Should I fortify my room further? Sure, why the hell not. I dragged my dresser across the room, using it to blockade the door. What of the window? I looked at the dark glass. Nothing. If he can get me through the window without waking me, well, what could I do? I rolled my shoulders with a pained hiss. My bruises had begun to ache with a vengeance. I walked over to the bathroom, closing and locking that door too. I'm gonna take a warm bath to soak away the pain. Hopefully. The bath slowly began to fill with water. I remembered the gifts one of my old roommates sent me for the holidays. I pulled them out, lavender scented Epsom salt and bubble solution. Add to a warm bath to sooth sore muscles...do the bath salts also work on bruises? Only one way to find out. I dumped probably too much of it into the bath, but I was honestly so done. It smelled nice, so a much smaller amount of bubble bath. I am not in the mood to clean a bubble tsunami off my floor. I slid into the warm water, a groan escaping me. It was nice.
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The water had cooled down and I was about to get out when I heard my bedroom door unlock. I creaked open a tiny bit before it bashed into the dresser. It closed again before being violently shoved open into the dresser.
"FUCK OFF," I yelled. The creaking of the door stopped. I changed back into my pajamas, letting the water out of the tub. I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into my room. The dresser had been pushed a few inches away from the door. The window was untouched. I shut and relocked my door. Once the dresser was back in place I flopped into bed. I'll deal with whatever might have happened downstairs in the morning.
(I'll try to get the next chapter up soon ish)
