Fateful Encounter

You Have Something of Mine

At 11:43, I pulled into the garage and quickly shut the garage door behind me. Breathing a sigh of relief, I thanked god that I made it home quickly. The first thought that came to my mind was food. I needed to eat, but I was so tired that I just wanted to pass out. I got out of the car and grabbed my backpack from the back seat and decided that in the time it took me to walk from my garage to the kitchen, I would have already made up my mind on whether I wanted to eat or sleep.

As I walked towards the door, I saw both of my cats, sleeping peacefully on the shoe rack that we gave to them. Coda, my calico cat that looked more like a tiger, looked up at me with tired eyes while Lizzie, a coffee-colored kitty, was fast asleep. Right as the door opened, the alarm to the house went off and I quickly rushed in so I could turn it off without waking up the cats further. Unfortunately, I made it to the kitchen without having my mind made up.

"Fuck it...I'm just going to go take a two-hour nap and then eat...," I mumbled to myself.

Dragging myself up the stairs and into my room, I put my backpack up against the foot of my bed and placed my phone on the desk. It felt good to be back in my house and in my room. Sunlight shown through the shutters that were cracked open and illuminated the walls of my room which were painted a sky blue. The carpet where the sunlight hit was warm and felt good to walk over. Everything was in place and I felt satisfied knowing that I had the opportunity to clean my room over the weekend. Weekend...And just like that, with the word suddenly bombarding my thoughts, so did the intrusive events of last night come creeping in.

I rushed to the floor towards my bed and grabbed the poster container. Ever so gently, I emptied out the single object contained within it until the feather had fallen into my hand. Still black as ever, it felt nice to run my fingers across the tendrils. A seductive kind of soft was laced into these feathers, yet the source of it was still unknown to me.

'Even if I don't ever find the source of where this feather came from, I'm going to keep it for as long as I can...,' I thought, 'I wonder if I should show this to anyo-'

DING-DONG...DING-DONG...DING-DONG

"Ugh not the telemarketers...," I quietly groaned. After placing the feather back into the container, I hid it back underneath the bed and made my way out of the room towards the stairs.

DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG

"Jesus...persistent aren't we with that doorbell Mr. Telemarketer?" I sarcastically remarked as I flew down the stairs ever so quietly. I figured that if I was quiet enough, the telemarketer would go away and quit abusing our doorbell. When I reached the door, I peeked through the peephole and was quickly taken aback by the person standing on the other side of it who clearly was not the telemarketer I was expecting.

A tall, extremely attractive guy with black hair stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. The impatient ringing of the doorbell definitely matched the demeanor he was displaying. After a few seconds of looking through the peephole, the mysterious, attractive guy reached over to the doorbell and began to press it again more impatiently which caused me to squeak. I quickly put my hand over my mouth hoping he didn't hear it through the other side of the door, but mid-press of the doorbell told me he did and now a feeling of panic washed over me.

'Shit...shit...SHIT!' I frantically thought.

Seconds went by until the stranger spoke in a chilling, matter-of-fact tone, "Open up the door Jessica...I know you're on the other side of it." 

'Ohmygod how do...how does he know my name!!? Oh god!' The panicking feeling I had was instantaneously replaced by fear and I had one of two options at this point: Confront this weirdo or go and grab the phone to call 9-1-1. 

'If I confronted this guy, could I take him on?' I questioned. 

I only had a couple years of karate under my belt and I was two belts away from becoming a junior black-belt, but after giving this guy a quick once over, I deduced that he was definitely tall, but also lean and there was unseen power radiating off of him that could be felt through the door. I could not fight off this guy...I would definitely lose and I had nothing with me, nor on me, to protect myself. I began to feel utterly helpless at this point. 

"Be a good girl and open up this door before I rip it off the hinges!" he exclaimed in a lethal voice.

'Think Jessica, THINK!' I frantically thought. 

I knew that grabbing the phone would now be useless. If I left, I would lose sight of him or he might take the opportunity to break in and do something to me because I believed every word he said. But I also knew that if he could hear me, he could hear the phone being dialed and the last thing I wanted was him knowing I was there, watching his every move in order to protect myself.

'FUCK! WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO!!?' 

I looked around the entry way for anything that I could use. The foot mat wasn't going to do shit and I was far away from the kitchen to run and grab a knife. I stood paralyzed in fear just watching him through the peephole.

All of a sudden, he braced his hands on either side of the peephole and looked directly at it. What frightened me the most in that very moment wasn't the wicked smirk that had now formed on his handsome face, but the fact that he was using the peephole to look directly at me by looking through it and that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight up.

"I'm going to give you to the count of three to open up this door before you regret not doing so...," he stated maliciously.

'Fuck do I run!?'

"One...," he began to count.

'FUCK! DO SOMETHING BRAIN!'

"Two...," he said louder...

'FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK'

"Three...," and louder...

'Oh god no no no!'

"Alrighty then, times up Jessica," he stated coldly. As I watched him move his hands away from the door in preparation to do something, I did the unthinkable.

"O-Okay!! I'm...I'm gonna open up the door, but p-please don-don't hurt me okay? Before I o-open up t-the door, c-can you answer one q-question for me?" I fearfully asked, hoping that talking would give my brain more time to think of a plan to save myself.

"Hmmm, alright then... What is your question Miss Jessica?" he asked.

"Wh-why are y-you here? W-What do you w-want from me?" I asked, hoping that his answer would be anything but the dark thoughts racing through my mind. As I looked at him through the peephole, a smirk began to form on his face again.

"Ha...well isn't it obvious," he stated matter-of-factly, "You have something of mine."

A/N: *DUN DUN DUUUNN* Would could it be that this new mysterious character wants? And is Jessica really in danger? 

Thanks for reading up to this point everyone! 

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