I Choose You

Chapter Twenty Six - Pedophile

Philip removed his hand from the screen, a weird object that clearly wasn't his face appearing. His pen1s. I shoved my hand in front of the screen, not wanting to see my stalker's junk. "Put that way, please."

"Why," he asked, "I thought you wanted to see my head?"

"No, your face, get your facts straight." He sighed, and I slowly moved my hand away from the screen, exposing the masked man once again.

"So, did you enjoy the view?" His lips formed a smirk, his eyes crinkling under the mask. I shook my head, not enjoying it at all. As a matter of fact, I thought I was going to be sick.

"You vile creature. Bye." I hung up the call and closed my laptop and closed my eyes. Ann sat next to me. rubbing my shoulder.

"Deep breaths, Alex, it'll all be okay," she said softly. I inhaled and exhaled, my eyes closed, focusing on my breathing. It'll be okay, I repeated to myself. The thing was, it wouldn't be okay. Deep down, I knew one day, it will be, whether I was dead or alive. . . but for now, it isn't and it wont be. This bloke is seemingly invincible.

I opened my laptop, staring at my screensaver. Suddenly, an alert popped up on my screen, causing me to jump.

cant wait til our next session ;) ur turn to str!p -P

This guy was not only a murderer-whatever the hell he was, but a creep. He wanted young people. . . or just me. "Um, Ann?"

"I see, I see."

"Do I answer?"

"No." I placed my lap top on my legs, closed it and looked at Ann, worrying written all over her face. My laptop beeped with more alerts, but I stayed still, letting it beep away. I wasn't answering him. Why did he want me to strip? Did his partner want me? Is that why she touched me all that time ago? Did he want me? Did they both want me? Did they just was sexx? Either way, I didn't like how this was turning out. Trying to kill me is one thing; targeting my friends is another; but adding rappe to the mix, and you've gone too far. I stared at Ann's empty bed, tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed them shut, preventing anything from falling. What did I ever do?

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I opened my eyes, the room dark. My laptop was still placed on my legs, Jessie and Ann fast asleep in their beds. I reached for the laptop, then opened it, blinking at the bright screen. I moved my cursor towards the settings, lowering the brightness. I had seven alerts from Philip that I had not opened. I looked around, then slowly opened the app.

cant wait 2 c ur body -P

1 day ill get my hands all over u -P

y rnt u answrin? -P

did I turn u on? ;p -P

im getting angry, sexxy -P

wht..ur not gonna do it? r u? -P

rite. I 4got. u dont wana show me bcuz u have a pu$$y...matches ur personality. bye -P

I closed my laptop, my breathing quickening. he knew what he was doing. He didn't have to destroy me, his words would make me destroy myself. Angry and upset, I opened it again, his cruel words mocking me. I decided blowing of steam cant hurt.

You need to fix your grammar, please, it's terrible. I'll help: can't; to; see; your; one; I'll; you; why; aren't; you; answering; you; I'm; what; you're; right; forgot; you; don't; wanna; because; you; your. That's much better. Next time, when you do this nasty thing, spare me some pain and do that? Thanks. On the other hand, no, I will not do it for you. Not because I have a pu$$y and that I am one, but because I simply don't preform acts like that for people like you. I hate you, it's official. I don't want to please someone I hate, you hear? Maybe you should get a life because its bluntly obviously you need one. I really don't want anything to do with you, but apparently you chose me to fuckk with. I don't know why, but you did. So, I'll deal with your idiocy until you're done playing your little game. Have a good day - actually, have a terrible one - Philip. -A

I let out the air in apparently holding and hit send, then went off the app. Although I said what I said, his words did hurt. They hurt a lot. Yes, of course, I hated him, that was a given. But yes, I wouldn't str!p for him for many reasons; he was right about one of them, but he doesn't need the satisfaction of knowing so. My laptop beeped with a message from him, but I refused to acknowledge it. Instead, I checked the time, then went on Netflix to re-watch the first season of Sherlock.

I plugged my headphones in and turned the volume up, then pressed play on Season One; Episode One. I watched as if I hadn't already seen what happened and how it ended, concentrating on the show and only the show, all other thoughts slipping my mind.

Before I knew it, the first episode was over and I was moving onto the  next. There was a creaking in the room, so I pulled one of my ear buds out and pressed pause. Jessie was moving around in her bed, groans escaping her mouth as she shifted positions. "Alex?" she whispered, he back towards me.

"Yea?"

"Are you okay?" She flipped around again to face me, her face relaxing when her movements ceased.

"Yes. I'm watching Sherlock."

"Oh," she said, blinking at me, "I heard you typing."

"I was."

"Oh. Well, goodnight."

"It's seven A.M."

"Good morning, I'm going to sleep now," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

"Sweet dreams, Jessie." She closed her eyes, and I put all my attention back onto my screen and pressed play.

[A/N: Whoever reads this chapter, thankyou! I'm sorry it took forever. I'll be back on regular schedule. Promise. Hope everyone had a great Easter!

Some thing are misspelled so it doesn't make this chapter Restricted, therefore everyone can read it. So, please, no, I'm not a weenie, I just want anyone who wants to be able to read it.]