Wishing I Could Save Myself from a Life I Despise: My Shadowed Life Series

Chapter 9: Why Don't You Leave Him

Chapter 9... hope you like it.

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Chapter 9: Why Don’t You Leave Him

I entered the library as I always did and walked toward the circulation desk. It had been a week since my birthday and I had not seen or heard from mystery Maxim, since that day. Maybe he was done wasting time on a crazy, silly girl who was not worth the minutes he needlessly depleted. I guess he finally figured it out.

Somehow, I felt oddly lonely in the last week. Chester had been very loving and attentive, but also giving me space. He was not at all mean, and Carl shied away from me too. Even Mr. Stalker had been absent. Maybe I would finally get what I really wanted, everyone to just stop caring and let me go. Though the thought of never seeing Maxim again, felt a little bit wrong on some level.

It wasn’t that I liked him or wanted to see him again, it was just that I was thankful for the help he had given me as well as the present, which was the best I had gotten in so long. It almost made me feel like I was worth something… almost, but not quite.

I made my way to the desk, only to find a very large bouquet of tiger lilies there with a note attached. So much for Mr. Stalker forgetting about me. I glanced at Nancy, the college librarian. She held a happy look on her face, like she thought the flowers were from a sweet boyfriend. Little did she know that they were from some crazy stalker who shall remain nameless and unidentified.

I grabbed the note and unfolded it revealing a neatly scribe sentiment. ‘You weren’t home on your birthday, where were you? And who were you with? I hope you haven’t forgotten about me? - M’. The note was a little creepy. I wasn’t scared of him, I was just concerned that he payed so much attention to me and my whereabouts. I put the note in my pocket and went to return the huge stack of books to their shelves.

A few students stopped me along the way to ask for directions to different sections of the library. It was close to finals and students jammed in the stacks to finish reports and study. Just as I was about to climb the ladder to shelf the last stack of books, I felt an oddly familiar presence. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just an unexpected one. I turned to see mystery man leaning against the book shelf.

What was he doing here? I thought I would never see him again.

“What are you doing here?” I asked casually, though inside I felt a little excited. I couldn’t say why though.

“Are we really going to have this conversation again?” He questioned with a smirk on his face. It brought a smile to my own for some reason. He stepped a bit closer, looking deeply in my eyes.

“I guess not. So, how have you been? I mean I didn’t think I would see you again.” I admitted. I couldn’t believe I said that. Why did I feel so open whenever I was around him? Why did I feel like I wanted to know his  answer to the question?

“Why is that? Didn’t you want to see me again cheri?” He asked with curiosity in his eyes and words. Did I want to see him again? I really didn’t know the answer to that. I guess a part of me did because he was the only one who was nice to me. But a part of me knew it was better for him and me, if he just forgot about me and stopped wasting his time.

“Well yeah, I guess I did, but I don’t think it’s the best idea.” I offered. Again, I was answering him with ease. He must have some freaky power over me, or maybe it was something else. Maybe I felt safe around him and I just liked talking to him. Is that such a crime?