THE ASSASSIN RENDEZVOUS

PART 3 - 2 WEEKS LATER

I dedicated this story for all the authors in wattpad, because honestly they did a great thing with a great idea to make my day seems so wonderful. Especially this part for demonicblackcat, I found her story when I'm new here and stumbled trying to get a good story, belive me all of her's more than a good, its terrific great to say the most. And I'm kinda miss her work.

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PART 3

2 WEEKS LATER

My life in daily basis was not different after the encounters. I still had to go to college, attended every of my classes at day and spent the rest of the afternoon serving table at the coffee shop near campus.

Most likely for my social life, it happens to exactly- not much happen. I spent my spare time laying in my bed tried to rest my eyes and eased my mind that cause me a sleep deprived lately. Rather than to attend to any parties, even it tempted me many times. My friends told me to give myself a break, yeah right like those parties would be able to do some good for me.  I already a mess, my life is a mess, thanks to my attacker. I do not need to add more misery to my life by drunk myself out and got wasted. That sounds more like invitation for ‘him’ to make his job more easily. And no..I will fight back.

My friends didn’t know the circumstances what I dealt before neither did I. I still confused. And I don’t have any plans to tell them or else they would packed and sent me miles away to my parents, keep me in the box and secured me in the dark for the rest of my life. I decided that those gore story of my current life will save with me, I’m not trying to acted hero-like here, but I don’t want to risk another life to be messing with.

And if he’s truly intention to hurt me or even kill me, so why do he have to wait for this long, why he took it so long? 

I made a list of whom that might be have a tendencies to make my life like hell. This is not a high school that we easily get bullied or some people just randomly pull a pranks like another lame jokes, isn’t it? And after all this is a real life what I talked about, whoever did this he might be some kind of freak or a psycho. Or..Oh my God..or maybe hes a abuser, a sexual harassment kind of thing?  I do not dare to choose between those two.

I was kind like waited cautionously for him to strike again because this time I’d be prepared, at least mentally. Not like that I took a class of self-defense, martial arts or even learned how to use a weapon. I’m just trying to learn to compose myself not to freak out and more like to build a scheme for digging every information I might be needed from him, the reason behind all this crap.

So if they said curiosity killed the cat, it wouldn’t be happened to me because if he want me dead at least I’m not dead curious. I kept pep-talking to myself.

As I aware days goes by peacefully, I got this dread feeling in my gut when he didn’t shown up. I keep waiting for him to come and over everything I’m more anxious if the chance never come and then he just simply kill me if the next time he arrive.

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I came back to my loft after I finished my shift at the coffee shop, it placed in 3rd floor of the building. I shared this loft with my friend, Samantha. She took the same course with me, English literature.

This place was far from the exquisite yet elegant building than I was thought at first, but it decent enough for us to share our little life yet the rent it was fairly ‘decent’. I unlocked the door, after I had to struggle with the stairs. Hey don’t blame my weak body, I’ve been standing too long to serve the table yet my mind drown to somewhere dark that really affected me, physically.