I lay in bed my mind racing. From the time Darion brought me home to the time I said goodnight to my mom and little sister, Danni, its all been one hazy night. Through it all, all I could think about was how the masked person I saw tonight wasn't the same one that had been following me all those weeks.
Why were there two people?
What if there's more than two people?
Why are they following me?
Why did he kiss me?
Why did he kiss me?
Why did it feel right
That was the main question that kept floating in my mind
I'll see you soon Valentina.
"Ugh", I groan falling back in my bed, my mind still tumbling. I check the time. 2:37am.
Just then I hear a sound. I sit up from my bed listening closely but whatever made the sound is now quiet. I lay back down my mind racing and heart fluttering.
"Its just a racoon Valentina," I think to myself "calm down".
Rustle
I sit up from my bed fast almost giving myself whiplash.
That's it.
I know I heard something.
"Your so stupid Valentina" I say quietly to myself getting up.
"What are you doing. Haven't you ever watched a horror movie?"
I'm putting on my shoes as I mentally kick myself.
"You don't investigate. Never ever. Don't investigate".
I put on a jacket
"Its probably a masked murderer or even some type of radioactive beast"
I grab my phone from the table
"And here you are walking into the belly of that beast. Practically begging to be its lunch".
A repress a grimace that plays on my lips even though my heart's pounding in my chest.
Almost as if it realizes just how stupid what I'm doing is and is fighting to break free. But in my mind I'm hoping. Hoping that a certain springy haired, sad eyed, hood wearing stalker is out there.
"I'll see you soon Valentina"
"You'll remember soon enough"
"I've missed you"
I tiptoe down the stairs clutching my phone in hand. I'm not a total idiot. I know what my limits are and leaving my phone here way past that boundary. I hear the sound again. This time much clearer, and approach the back door.
Slowly I open it, the sound becoming louder now.
I edge towards our perfectly trimmed rose bushes.
A memeory comes into view of my mother yelling at me when I was younger.
"Don't touch the bushes" she would say.
After that she would whisper something.
"Your dad grew them".
YOU ARE READING
Valentina
Action" Why is this happening to me. I never did anything wrong" Or at least thats what 17 year old Valentina finds herself saying after being kidnapped and taken to a remote shack. She was a pretty normal teenager. Great grades. Exceptional family life...
