The Boy Next Door (Editing and Rewriting)

Chapter 16

The next few days passed by in a similar fashion, people staring, the three boys following behind me like a few helpless dogs and Katie and her two girls have now seemed to take a liking to me. Shopping with the three girls was as to be expected, boring as anything; they basically dragged me around different stores and forced me into a million different outfits. It was like my own special type of torture, made especially for me. We now had a week break from school for some reason or another, I wasn’t paying attention to the reason, I was too excited about the fact that I would have a week off school.

Today was Friday and right now I’m sitting at home, at the kitchen counter, waiting for my dad to get home; he told me that he had big news for me. I’ve been waiting here for him for around 15 minutes now; hopefully he will be home soon. Adam said that he would be back in a couple of hours, he had a few errands to run, he asked me if I wanted him to call one of the twins, but I told him that my dad would be home soon and I would be just fine.

Less than five minutes later I heard the front door opening, which means that my dad was finally home.

“Ally?” I heard him call after the door had shut again.

“In the kitchen, Dad,” I called back. He then proceeded to walk towards the kitchen without as much as another word.

“Hey sweetie how was school?” he asked as he entered the kitchen.

“Same old, same old,” I said, before asking the real question on my mind, “what did you want to talk to me about?” He then launched into a whole speech, which I will save you the time of having to read and will just tell you the highlights of it. His work was having a conference in some other country or something like that and he would be away for the next two weeks. I would be left in this house alone for that time as well, and last but not least, he would be leaving very soon, this evening.

After telling me all of this he went upstairs to pack and less than an hour later he was packed and already in the taxi that was waiting to take him to the airport. I stood outside to bid him goodbye as the taxi driver put his bags into the back of the car, after a hug, him telling me that food was in the fridge and a “stay safe,” my dad was off, leaving me alone.

Walking back inside I headed to the kitchen to have a look at the food my dad had left for me, and maybe make myself a snack of some sort. I skipped lunch today and I was getting a little bit hungry, food sounded like a very good option right now, along with sleep. Opening the fridge I see an array of containers all filled with different meals and different types of food. Seeing a container that looks as if it contains something resembling watermelon, I grab it out and try to open it. It’s covered in cling film and apparently I am not strong enough or smart enough to open it, giving up on the futile attempts to rip the cling film I put the container onto the bench and grab out a knife. Dragging the tip of the knife along the edge of the container the cling film easily breaks, allowing me to quickly rip of the rest of the cling film that kept the container closed. The contents of the container was indeed watermelon chopped and ready to eat, which happened to be my favourite fruit, placing the knife back onto the counter top I ate the watermelon from the container, satisfying my hunger.

The sound of the front door opening brings me out of my thoughts and stops me from eating, wondering who it is I stand up and start towards the front door. A voice bring my out of my actions, a voice that I have been trying to avoid, a voice that brings back too many memories and a voice I haven’t heard in nearly two weeks.

“Ally sweetheart, I know you are here, you can’t hide from me, I will find you,” upon hearing those words I stopped moving towards the front door and instead I backed up to where I was standing before, picking the knife up from the kitchen counter.

As I hear his footsteps pass the kitchen and continue into the living room I decided this was my chance, the kitchen was right next to the front door, which was undoubtedly still open, and I would hopefully be able to escape. I know that I’m not a very fast runner but if I can myself out into the street, where everyone can see, hopefully he won’t attack. It may not be a very good plan, but it’s the only one that I’ve got, right now getting outside is my only hope.

Tightening my grip on the knife I quickly rose to my feet and ran out of the kitchen, stopping at the door to see where he was, to see if I could indeed get out of the house before he caught me. Likely enough for me, he had he back to me, looking around the living room, I would be able to get out of the house safely, from there I was not certain though.

As soon as I saw that I would be able to get out of the house, I took off; he had left the door open when he came in so it was easy enough to get out. That was until I tripped over my own feet in my rush to get out of the house, making quite a bit of noise on my way down, luckily the knife that I was holding in my hand, didn’t hurt me in anyway, it simply clattered to the floor along with my body. Getting up again I looked behind me to see that he had turned around and was staring right at me, he hadn’t moved yet but he was bound to come running towards me any second.

Turning back around and facing the open door I ran for my life, literally, not bothering to pick up the knife, my only item of defence against the man coming for me. I hope that being out in the middle of the street would stop him from doing anything permanently damaging to me, but that hope was very small compared to my fear for my life. He came for me almost two weeks ago and I managed to escape with the help of three boys, three boys that were not around at this moment much to my dismay. I was starting to really regret not asking Adam to call one of the twins to come, I mean at the time I thought it was a good idea, some peace and quiet for a few hours, how was I supposed to know that my nightmares would once again become a reality while he was out running errands?

But nevertheless they had, that’s right, once again my nightmares had taken a solid form, the form of a person that is now standing over me as I cower into the pavement outside my house. A person that by goes by the name Ryder, but I prefer to call him the devil, my own personal spawn from hell, come to torture my whole life, whether I was sleeping or awake. I had no way to defend myself whereas Ryder had two things to help him, his natural strength as well as the knife that I dropped and he seemed to have picked up on his way out of my house. Two very important questions were going through my mind right now, the first, and least important right now, being; how did he find out where I lived? But I pushed that thought aside for later and focused on the more important question in this situation; what the hell was I going to do now?

A/N :Oh no, looks like Ryder is back and in action, what is Alison supposed to do now? Comment what you think she will do.

This chapter is dedicated to JordanVenter because he is the person that introduced me to one of the songs that I have attached to this chapter (Harold's Song by Ke$ha) it's a really good song and it was stuck in my head so I attached it to the chapter, though it doesn't really have anything to do with the story XD sorry, I'm a bit random sometimes.

If any of you have a song that you like and you think suits the stroy in anyway please comment it below and I will add one of the songs every chapter as well as decicate the chapter to the person that suggested the song of the chapter! Thanks!