Obsessed

Chapter Six

I get ready for bed, get undressed, and dressed in my shorts and tank top. I bring my laptop over to my bed to work on some homework, but also listen to Pandora. Rockstar by Nickelback comes on. I start copying and pasting some pictures for my project in Social Studies. My phone goes off, but I ignore it. I continue to type facts about Abortion. My phone goes off again. I roll my eyes and check it.

Brandon: Christina, we need to talk
                    Christina, text me
                    Call me then
                    Hello!!

Me: OMG! What?

I wait, and I get a call.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Christina, thank god you're okay. You need to get out of your house! I'm on my way. Hide in a bush, or in a tree! Jack is coming for you! And he's going to get you-"

"Brandon! What are you talking about? Slow down." I said.

"Just pack a bag, and meet me outside your house! NO! Scratch that! Stay in your house! No.. Um.. Ride your bike to 7-11, I'll explain everything once I get you." He said.

"Uh, okay." I said.

"Hurry!" He yelled and hung up. 

I get my school bag and empty everything out. Stuffing some clothes, and hair products in. My phone charger, and some money I saved up from my job. I grab my laptop and it's charger. My phone goes into my back pocket. I grab my jacket and put my bag on. Putting my shoes on, running outside, grabbing my bike. I only lived 2 miles from my 7-11. I start riding my bike, when I notice a car coming up behind me, so I move over. The car slows down, and I start riding faster. I check my phone.

Brandon: I'm ready, when you get to 7-11, dart for my car.

I breath in, and out. I look back, realizing the car is following me. I start to breathe faster. I see Brandon come out of 7-11 with 4 bags full, putting them in the back seat. 

"Brandon!!!" I yelled.

He turns around. I quickly get off my bike and run towards him. I see the car go through a red light as fast as he could. I get into Brandon's car. 

"What the fuck is going on!" I yelled.

"Listen, Jack was my dad's friend until he moved to Florida. And he killed his wife, he blamed it on a house fire, so he didn't get charged. He's like a black-widow. Falls in love, and kills the woman." He said. 

He pulls out of the parking spot, and gets on route 81. 

"I can't believe this. I'm so stupid!" I yelled. 

"Shut up, you thought you was in love." He said.

He rubbed my hand to show comfort. I look out the window and he stops. 

"I just didn't think I would have to run away from it." I said.

"Well, listen, I'm giving as much help as I can." He said.

I looked at him. I started to think.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, or even think about forgiving you." I said

"Christina! I don't give a fuck!" He yelled. "I don't want you dead! That's why I'm helping you." 

BAM! We got hit by a car.