The Stalker of Her Nightmares

Chapter 11: The New Companion

Libindine and I had an hour drive ahead of us, much to my disappointment. He, of course, wanted to get more "acquainted" before the party. I shut that down pretty quick with a slap to his face. "Alright, not the right time. Well then, how about twenty questions?", he said, glancing over at me.

Thinking about it for awhile, I went over the pros and cons.

Pros: I can ask about the party, why he is bringing me to it and other things like what he expects me to do there, who is to be there and what kind of etiquette is to be expected.

Cons: he can ask me personal questions when it's his turn, the relationship of Rob and I, what happened during my time with Verboten. That last one is one I hope he isn't curious about.

"That seems reasonable. I would rather not be someone of a latest trend, if you don't mind?", I said, giving him a sideways glance. He just smiled wide and nodded, turning down the music that had fulfilled it's purpose.

"Alright, first question is how the hell did you even get the school board to agree that you didn't need to go back to school?"

I chuckled at that question and thought back to the many nights while I was with Rob in his library, teaching myself cause there was nothing else to do. "My friend Rob has a huge library and I decided to teach myself the stuff. It was actually more effective than what they tried to force down my throat at that school."

"Interesting. Alright, your turn to ask me a question."

"Alright, how much of your friendship with Gier and douche king is just business?"

"Pretty much all of it. If you haven't noticed, the daughters tend to resemble the father's too much. Same goes for my little girl though, she hated that she had to go along with what they did, but it was either that or be ostricized."

"Jesus, if I had known that I would have said a lot less harsh words about her. Though the fact that Gier isn't bright makes a lot of sense."

"I know right! You would think since he is a literal stockbroker and head of some hospitals, he would have some brains!"

The conversation went on like that for awhile. He asked a question, I told him a bit, I asked him a question, he told me a bit. Well that was until his last question.

"Alright, this is a serious question. At one point during all of it, did you begin to go crazy, like you actually became violent and tried to kill Verboten?", Libindine said, not realizing that his words brought back a deep regret in me. I turned to him and took in a breath for 4 seconds then out for 8. (Actual way to help with on coming anxiety attacks!)

"It was my fourth week in that damn house, something in me... I guess you could say something in me cracked. I remember going down to the kitchen, cause he kept me in a refurbished attic"

"I remember the photos of that, looked creepy as hell."

"Yeah, imagine actually living in it for a couple of months. Anyway, I went down and grabbed a butcher knife. Next thing I knew, verboten was holding me close, saying that I was okay and that it was just a lapse in judgment. He hadn't figured out that I knew what he had actually done by that point. Scares the hell out of me that I did it though. That I actually went insane for a moment.", I said, feeling my nails cutting into my palms as the memory relived itself for a brief moment.

"I wouldn't be too worried about it. I bet at least a couple of people have gone crazy from experiences like that. Their family betrays them, all they knew was a lie and a mentor that they adored since the first day they met them turns out to be a mega monster. The most sane person would crack with that.", he said finally parking the car. I hadn't even notice that we were in the city, freaky. "Well come on, we have to be there eventually, so why not now?", he said behind me, opening my door. How the hell did he get over there? I really need to stop day dreaming during these kinds if things.

I took his hand and got out of the expensive car. A caddy took the keys from Libindine and he led me to the door. "How did you do that?"

"Do what Constance?"

"How did you rationalize everything that I just told you? Most would pull their pity faces and say 'oh darling, okay.'", I asked as he looked down in thought before turning to me halfway through what was a lobby.

"As you may or may not know, I run a pharmaceutical company and different medical businesses. Because of that, I have to study different medical styles and such. Psychological trauma such as yours was is understandable when you take in the facts of what leads up to it.", he said with a small understanding smile.

It was there I decided he would he beneficial for the operation. I looked around and the took him to a secluded corner of the lobby. "Hey, I'm all for sexy rendezvous but this isn't what you're here for.", he said, raising his hands in defense.

"That's not what this is about."

"Then what is it about?"

And that statement allowed me to spill it all out for him to see.