Waiting To Forget

Chapter 12 A Little Servant

I set the note down on my bed and backed away from it as if it would jump out at me. Of course I knew it was the stalker but I'm not sure if I should go. For all I know, this could all be another scam.

I was sure at first that I wanted to see him but still, he let it happen and he could have stopped it. Then again, he saved me. I hate thinking of him like this, and I hate being confused especially when it comes to something so simple.

“South Park, huh.” That's no more than ten minutes from here. I want to go but at the same time I don't.

“It will ruin what he have here.”

“We don’t have anything going on here.”

“Do you really think we have nothing going on?”

“Did we have something going on?”

As I think back to when we first met I think of what the mask allowed me to see of him, his eyes, his hair, and hear his voice. I feel like I may remember it but I still can’t pinpoint who it is, and the way he smelled, he smelled good but I'm sure I have smelled that scent before.

I don't know what I should do; I have never dealt with this before.

“Akane, I need you to meet one of my new  friends.” I heard Brandon struggling to get up the stairs.

I'm surprised that he has not learned to walk up those stairs without trouble considering that he has done it so many times drunk.

“He just wants to talk to you.”

I am not falling for that again. I went to my closet and took out my only pair of shoes. I guess Brandon made the decision for me.

“Akane, why the hell is this door locked again.”

There was only one way out of this room and I don't know how the stalker went in and out but, I guess it's my turn to learn. I looked down, and it was pretty long drop. I jumped out just as he opened my door. When my feet landed it hurt like hell but I decided to run. I was fine doing anything that would get me away from him.

I still can't help but be scared. He said that he did not want me figuring out who he was, and I know that it's a bad thing. I don't know what to think of him now.

I looked around to see that I was the only one here. There was only one street light that let me see a swing set. I sat down and started swinging, but looked around to see if I can see him, or anyone.

I am not sure if I am late or early but I know it's dark. I forgot that anyone could be around me and take me, so I started to get a little anxious. I kept my mind off it and started to think of what he would look like. He has not come to see me in a long time and I kind of miss his company. He talks to me yet I feel like he's hiding more than his face, more than what he seems to be.

I am still wearing my school uniform and forget that it’s cold out here. The brush of wind picks up my skirt. I pat it down but to only be followed by another breeze. I don't know how long I have been out here but I know it's been more over an hour, I hope he comes soon.

*Two hours later*

The thought of him make me happy but a little worried. What person makes a girl come to the middle of nowhere just to reveal himself. It feels like all of this is for the stalker to get me out of my house, he’s not coming, I figured so. I honestly thought he was different from everyone else that I have ever met but I guess he's like everyone else. So much for getting my hopes high, because it's people like him who bring them down lower than they already are.

I decided to start walking back to the house but the street light was not enough for me to see further and it was pitch back, I knew it was past midnight. I could not see where the road started or ended. I went back to the playground and got under one of the slides.