Bad Man

Chapter Seven

Recap- "Good evening, my sweet Annora"

"...Nixon..."

My throat closes up and I find it hard to breathe, not sure what to do, I stare frantically out the window as if he could see me. Somehow I was expecting something like this, yet I was still surprised. I heard him chuckle through the other end of the line "What is it sweet thing? Cat got your tongue?" Nixon says. I clench my jaw, frustration builds inside of me, what can I do? Nothing and he knows it.

"Did you sleep well last night love?" Nixon asks, still, I say nothing. I hear Nixon sigh through the phone, my hand holds the phone tightly to my ear, I'm too afraid to hang up, I realize then how weak I am against Nixon. "Annora, if you don't answer me I will simply come over there and make you talk, Would you like that kitten?" His voice vibrates through my body, I shake my head even though he can't see me, still too afraid to talk. "Words Annora words" there is a slight tone of frustration in his voice, which scares me all the more. I clear my throat "Please don't come over" I whisper. "That's more like it, I love hearing that beautiful voice of yours, my love" I hear approval in his voice which makes me glad that he is no longer annoyed at me.

"Now my sweet Annora, I have a few things to discuss with you, Some rules if you will but nothing that should be said over the phone. How about I take you out, say tomorrow night 7:00 PM?" Nixon asks me. Why he asks me, I don't know, even if I say no he will still show up at my door and drag me out by my hair pyjamas and all but still I try my luck. "Umm, I'm not really sure......" I start but I'm cut off. "Great! I will see to the arrangements. Wear something... glamorous. I want to show you off to everyone. Oh... and make sure you wear that sexy black lingerie I know you have. I want to imagine taking it off you as you sit across from me." Nixon's voice takes on a husky note and it chills my body to the core.

I forget to breathe as I hear his words, my brain takes a while to comprehend what Nixon just said but then I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, my body temperature rising at the mention of my underwear "You went through my underwear" I yell "Oh and so much more, sweet kitten. There is nothing you can hide from me, I know everything there is to know about you and your life. " He hums.

My blood is boiling, I'm no longer in my scared state. This is too much, this is my life he is talking about, my personal belongings. Nixon is a creep who is stalking me. "You are a fucking bastard, Nixon. You hear me, you creep. You are a nasty old pervert, checking out girls ten years younger than you. You make me sick and no matter what you do, I will never go out with you, like you or love you or whatever you think will happen in that sick mind of yours. I'll die before your disgusting hands can touch me and Nixon Lerento that is a god damn mother fucking promise, see you in hell mother fucker." I scream into the phone until my voice hurts before hanging up and throwing my phone with all my strength at the wall. I watch as it smashes. My shoulders move with my heavy breathing. I pick up the pieces of my now smashed phone and throw it out the window, glad to get that thing away from me. I sink to the ground, hot tears rush down my face, my heart pounds in my chest. I sob, I cry, I scream anything to make my nightmare, Nixon wit away...... But I know I have only just added fuel to the fire.

Only this time he will have no mercy.

After a good five minute meltdown I get up from where I am sitting, wipe my tears angrily with the back of my sleeve and grab my house keys, there is only one person I can talk to, Devan. I lock my door behind me and zip my jacket up to my chin and make the twenty-minute walk to Devan's. The sun is mostly set, dark blue is already filling the sky. I pick my pace up and before I know it I'm knocking on Devan's door, I look around the street and see two guys in blacks suits on the other side of the street, staring directly at me, I narrow my eyes to get a better look. I knock on Devan's door more loudly, panic setting in. I'm being followed.