My Heart Belongs To The Boogeyman

Chapter 6

Glaceys pov.

I woke up to a empty room. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Why did John freak out yesterday? It made no sense. None at all. "Well good morning Glacey!", I heard a voice! I shot over to the opposite bed side table and grabbed my gun and aimed at the door way! Then I let out a sigh of relief! "Jesus Winston! Knock next time! ", I snapped. He chuckled. "It's not funny! I could have shot you! ", I spat! "But you didn't.", he smiled. I rolled my eyes and placed the gun back in its place. "Where is Jonathan?", he asked. "He left.", I said looking to the floor. "Why?", he asked. "He started talking crazy like, "we can't do this" or "we can't be together!"" I said. "Now why would he say things like that?", Winston asked completely confused. "Well we kind of kissed. ", I said. "Ohhhh. Now I see. Don't take anything personal from it. It's his way of protecting you. ", he said. "Huh?", I asked bluntly. "Okay. Look at it this way, John has a lot of enemies that would do anything to hurt him, including, hurting anyone he loves to do it. If they knew who you belonged too, you would be looking over your shoulder every minute. ", he explained.  Every thing made since now. That's why he panicked like he did. Only question left now was, were was he now? "Where could he be right now?", I asked. "Either at his place or down at the bar. ", he said. "But I must advise you not to go till you are healed completely.", he said pressing me back to the bed once I tried to get up. "Do I look like I have the time for that?", I said rolling me eyes. "It doesn't matter. You are staying.", Winston said sternly. I sighed and crossed my arm over my chest. "Who knows? He may show up sooner than you realize. ", he said and then gave me a soft smile and walked out. I sighed laid back on the bed.  I'm not saying I love him, but there is something there. Something very strong. Very. I stared at the ceiling till I fell back to sleep.

***6 weeks***

My leg was almost 100%. I had a slight limp but other than that I was fine.  I was getting my things packed together, I am finally able to go back to my place. As I went to walk out I got a text. John. "I'm sorry.", it read. I just shook my head and locked my phone and put it back in my pocket.

I walked into my house and I smiled. Everything looked exactly the way it should. I unpacked and then I heard the door shut lightly! I wasn't expecting anyone, and not just anyone will walk into a random house uninvited. I grabbed a gun and stalked out my bed room. "Don't shoot...", a soft voice said. "Who's there?", I asked. "Come out.", they said. The voice was familiar and I felt I knew who it was. "Yeah sure, I come around the corner and you fill me full of holes. No thanks!", I snapped. "Then I'll come to you..."