I Can't Fight This Feeling - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fanfic 18+

Chapter 37 ~ And it begins....again!

Chapter 37 ~ And it begins....Again.

A few hours Later;

Emily Sanders...

BANG!

The sound rang through the house like a gunshot ~ and I bolted upright at the same time as Jeffrey.

Had someone broken in? Were they downstairs now? Were they going through my things right now?

My stomach twisted in a violent spasm. Fear contorted my mind into a jumbled mass of violent outcomes of someone being in my home. We could be murdered, we could be beaten senseless, I could be raped, the various outcomes left me retching....oh Fuck; what if they could hear me now? What if they didn't even realise anyone was here? That could make them far more unpredictable.

Wait a minute....why hasn't the alarm gone off?

"Did you set the alarm, after the pizza arrived?" I whispered as Jeffrey silently slid out of the bed and reached for his jeans.

"Shit ~ I really don't think that I did!" he scolded himself.

"Don't worry about it," I, as silently as I could, scrambled out of the bed and tip toed to the panic room and turned on all the cameras that were placed in every room of the house; it took them a few moments for them to come on to the various screens.

Just as I came to the conclusion there was no one in the house, my phone began the little tingle I had assigned for text messages chimed.

My stomach dropped to my bowel ~ it was starting again ~ the phone calls would be next, I just knew it. Jeffrey looked at me and I knew that he knew what I was thinking. I could do nothing but watch him as he headed to my side of the bed where my phone was charging on the side table.

Watching my boyfriend as he pressed the buttons and his face went from passive to disgust and then full blown anger, without saying a word, he dropped my phone on the bed, and he, almost, barrelled out of the room.

Oh God, that can't be good, can it?

Forcing one foot in front of the other, I reached for my phone, Jeffrey had left the text open, my stomach clenched in fear, in disgust and finally anger as it had on Jeffrey's face only moments earlier.

There were 2 photo's ~ one of me; fast asleep and one of Jeffrey; Lizzy was there stroking his hair back ~ my need to vomit hit quickly, the message read...

'I see you, I know where you are, I can get to you anywhere ~ I am always watching!'

Dropping my phone, I lunged for the bathroom and only made it by a milisecond as the entire contents of my stomach flew from my mouth. That fucking psycho had been in my house, she had been in my bedroom ~ she had stood over us while we slept!

What am I meant to do?

What can I do? I can't even get a restraining order because we have no idea where she is, we can't issue one if we can't find the bitch.

My heart is hammering as if I had just ran a 3 mile marathon. I am shaking as if I had just taken an ice cold shower. Everything feels so hopeless right now, I know what Lizzy wants me to do, but walking away from Jeffrey ~ that is the one thing that I just can't do, I just can't....I won't, unless he tells me that he doesn't want to be with me anymore.

"EMS!?" Jeffrey was calling for me as he rushed into the bedroom; seeing me hugging the toilet, he literally skidded to a stop right next to me, "she's disappeared,"

"I honestly, didn't think that she'd hang around....at least not anywhere; we can see her," a fresh stream of vomit hit me hard, hell I didn't think that I was ever going to stop.