Loyalty {EDITING}

Chapter 34 - I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me

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Chapter 34 - I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me

It has been a week since the night I found out that people are watching me. David hasn't let me out his sight for one second since then. He refuses to let me lurk around alone or with anyone else. He wants to make sure I'm safe. He says I can be set free whenever he figures out who it is, but so far, he has no clue.

That's not even the worst news. I always have the feeling of being watched. No matter where I am. It makes me feel violated and stripped of my privacy. Overall, it makes me feel unsafe. What can I do besides just sit and wait until the investigation is over until I get my comfortability back? Absolutely nothing. So that's what I do.

The only thing I have been doing is worrying about my career. I don't want to depend on David, so I actually looked into that Starbucks job. I got great news the other day from a phone call that said I got an interview tomorrow. Which is Friday.

I'm glad I have something to do tomorrow because this week has been absolutely boring. The same routine. Wake up, shower, cook, watch tv, talk to David, cook again, shower again, go to sleep. To be honest, I am bored out of my mind.

Moments when I wasn't bored? Applying to Starbucks and talking to Amber. Speaking if Amber, she is currently depressed. Why? She had a miscarriage. Byron is going through a very great depression because he blames himself. When this is over, I hope to comfort my brother. I'm afraid that Amber and him won't make it, by I'm hoping for the best. He refuses to talk to anyone is what I hear from Amber.

I sigh. I really have to stop thinking about negative shit.

I switch off the water and step out. I wrap my fluffy baby blue towel around my naked body.

With a sigh, I exit my room to get dressed. I throw on thermo-tights and a white sweater with my undergarments.

As I was brushing my hair, my phone began to ring. I hurry up and pick it up before it wakes up David.

"Hello." I answer politely.

"Am I speaking to Brianna Wilson?" an older man asks politely on the other line. I crinkle my forehead in confusion.

"Yes, this is she. May I ask who is speaking?" I speak equally as politely as him.

"This is the manager at Starbucks. I am sorry to bother you, but I would like to ask you if you can come in today for an interview. I know your interview was scheduled for tomorrow, but there is something important happening tomorrow that has made my schedule switch around a bit and I would like for you to make an appearance today and same time." he politely explains.

I look over at David and see he is asleep. I know he would not approve of this, but I need a career. I can handle myself. I was training for a reason. I can definitely protect myself on a short run to Starbucks. It is only about 2 miles up the street.

I slip on my white fuzzy boots and make way down stairs. It's early December. Getting pretty frisky. I get a little cold, but I won't freeze to death.

I make my way and get my keys. I don't want to be running and get cornered by a whole bunch of vamps. That would just be setting myself up. I jog to my car and get in. I buckle off and then I'm on my way.

While I was driving, I could have sworn I seen vamps running along side the car. At one point, one dashed passed right in front of my car. My car swiveled a little bit, but I soon regained control and was at Starbucks. I quickly headed inside completely scared.

When I make it in, I am overwhelmed with different smells. Coffee, strawberries, humans, etc. It seems pretty empty. Of course it would it's only 8:30am. The time I was suppose to be here tomorrow.