Hassle

The Occurrence

"While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die"
~ Leonardo da Vinci

Warm kisses trailed up my neck, the room immersed in a warm glow due to the flicker of several candles. Running my hands up the smooth back of my unidentified lover, I tangled my fingers in their hair pulling them out of the crook of my neck.
Michael's lust filled gaze met mine and suddenly I realized we were both nude.

My eyes trailed down his chest and torso and just as I was about to glance in between his thighs, he tilted my chin up forcing me to look at him.

It seemed as if no time had passed before he was in me, delivering stroke after stroke.

My eyes had closed at some point during this and they only opened when he commanded in a strangely deep voice, "look at me."
Once my eyelids had pealed open, I was surprised to come face to face with Prince instead.

His body gently moving over mine, as the strokes never lessened.

Waking in a sweat, I sat up abruptly and held my head in my hands.
Slamming my hand down on the alarm clock, I pulled the sheets back seeing that I was still clad in my pajamas from the previous night, and that I had only been dreaming.
Dreaming something that I did not want to dream again.

The previous night after Michael and I searched the house, we found three more cameras; one in the kitchen, one in my bedroom, and one in my bathroom. We quickly disposed of them and my house was under surveillance by the police yet again.
I had suggested to Michael to install video cameras of our own throughout the inside and outside of the house, in high hopes of catching whoever this person was on tape, and he agreed.

We had not yet figured out what the use of the letters on each of the notes were for.
So far they spelled out L.O.V, I assumed that the next and final letter would have to be 'E'.
But we didn't know when that note would be delivered, nor did we want to.

Swinging my legs out of bed, I took a cold shower and got ready for the day.

[Π]

Friday was finally here, I awoke before my alarm, my nerves from two nights ago as well as the show today putting me on edge.
I definitely felt an odd ominous aura over the day.

We would be going straight to the venue today, as we had done yesterday.

Luckily after my crazy dream the other day, I wasn't acting awkward or extra shy around Michael and I tried my best to block those images out.

After enjoying a nice breakfast, we boarded the vehicle.
"Your gas is low, we'll have to stop and fill up before going to the venue."
"Okay"

The drive to the gas station was short, Michael pulled up to the first slot and got out of the car walking inside the shop for something.
I took out my phone scanning through my emails for anything of importance when I came across an odd one with no sender. When I opened it there was one letter, E.

My breathing became a bit labored and then suddenly there was a tap on the window.
Looking up my eyes widened and I gasped.
A man stood there with a gun pointed directly at me.

"Out of the car!" He yelled.
Without a second thought, I unlocked the door and got out.
He wore all black except for the white letters on his hoodie which spelled out: