Trauma

Part 28 "Operation Doll-up"

After watching both the Home Alone 1 and 2 (We got caught up in the mood and did a little movie marathon), Jack went back to his apartment saying that he had a little project to do by himself.

"What kind of a project?" I asked, still not over the fact that I had been watching Donald Trump every Holiday in ignorance. Who knew the rich guy in Home Alone 2 was him?! God bless my eyes. I needed holy water quick.

"Nothing. I just have some recipes that I want to try out." Jack said, grinning mischievously. Okay, weird.

"Ooh. Can I come and watch you cook?" I asked. I seriously had nothing to do and I was bored out of my mind. Yeesh. I really needed to get a hobby.

"No!" Jack said quickly, shaking his head. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't hurt a little.

"Oh...Okay," I said, my head falling, trying to hide my embarrassment. Maybe he needed some time to himself.

"It's just that, I am kind of embarrassed to let anyone see me cook. I feel more comfortable cooking alone. Yeah, That's it." Jack said, nodding as he made his way to the front door.

"Okay. See you." I said as Jack quickly ran out of my house. I shook my head as the door slammed behind him. He was acting so strange.

"I guess it's movie time again." I said as I put in the DVD of Home Alone 3 in the machine. My eyes were going to hurt so bad after this.

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While I was kind of stumped that Home Alone 3 and 4 weren't as good as the previous ones, the doorbell rang. It was already near 5, and it couldn't have been Jack since he told me he wouldn't be done until at least 7. Then who was it?

I peeped at the monitor, trying to figure out who was there. The mailman stood in front of my door, holding a large package. That was strange. As I recall, I haven't ordered anything...

Wait...I have heard of various crimes of criminals dressing as the delivery worker and luring out the victims, killing them and raping them. My mind went wild with imagination. Maybe this was the case as well? Oh my god.

"H...Hello? I think you must be mistaken. I didn't order any packages." I said through the interphone.

"Are you Miss Elizabeth Walters?" The guy asked impatiently, his eyes glancing in the direction of the elevator.

"Yes." I replied. Was it really a package for me?

"Mr. Walters sent this to you." He said, tapping his feet. Someone was in a hurry.

"Oh. Okay. Will you just leave it near the door, Please?" I said, not wanting to open the door while he was here.

"Sure." The guy said, disappearing from the camera's view.

I waited a good 20 minutes for the guy to disappear, and just to be safe, I held my pepper spray in my right hand and slightly opened the door, quickly grabbing the package inside.

After double checking the locks, I started to check the package invoice. That's weird...

"Jack? Why did he send this package as my brother?" I muttered to myself, double checking the sender's address. There was no doubt about it. The address was my neighbor's.

I ripped open the seal to find a beautiful white dress, with an envelope right on top of it.

I opened the envelope with slightly shaking hands. What was happening?