I hadn't talked to Jim or anyone since I'd gotten home. I was too scared to let anyone know where I was or what I was doing. Laura was blowing up my phone with texts and calls. Anna hadn't spoken to me in days.
I examined the black BMW as it drove slowly by my house. The figure driving the car was obviously a male, but which male? I didn't know.
All that I knew was that someone had followed me, and now they knew exactly where to find me.
I ran as fast as I could until I reached my garage. As soon as I was in, I locked the door, set the security code, and hid underneath a little shelf where my mom kept Christmas ornaments and other decorations. I didn't even think to look to see who it was that was following me.
I looked out the window for a good five minutes before I actually decided to get out from underneath my mother's Christmas shelf. I was making sure the car had left.
My only question was: why were these people following me? Or better yet, this man?
I hadn't done anything wrong, except maybe told Laura something Anna had said, which totally set Anna off. My fault obviously, I was being stupid. But otherwise, I hadn't done anything. Hadn't failed a test, hadn't gotten injured at softball, but those were definitely not valid reasons for someone to follow you home.
I started to get up when I hit my head off of the underside of the shelf. It totally knocked me out for a bit, but when I awoke, my mother's decor was all over the floor.
I'd managed to clean it all up before she got home, thankfully.
"I just need a snack and a nap."
"You're just tired." I kept telling myself.
Could this day get any shittier than it already was?
The answer: yes. Yes it could.
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