The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Nineteen

Song of the chapter is 'Not a Bad Thing' by Justin Timberlake

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sleeping beside someone is so comforting. There is something magical about the feeling you get when you're wrapped in their arms, it's like being enveloped in love. This simple action seems to show someone's true feelings for you. The night after the incident in my home with the intruder, I stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning. I couldn't sleep — I was too afraid to close my eyes in case the stalker came back to finish the job.

One thing you're never prepared for in life is what you will feel like if you ever become aware of someone who is obsessed with you. That is the only way I can describe how I feel about the things this person has said and done to me. Why would someone go to such extreme lengths to scare me if there wasn't some underlying obsession?

You don't know how to react; being alone becomes a problem. You fear small things like simply closing your eyes and unless you haven't noticed, closing your eyes tends to be very important when trying to sleep.

If I'm honest, I don't think the fear ever subsided from the moment I realised they were in my house. The terror and panic never went away. It may not have been visibly obvious that I was afraid, but subconsciously it was there. I noticed a change in myself in the days after the confrontation with the stalker- I was more on edge and I also became more observant.

However, this new found observational skill was evidently flawed as it failed to save me from being murdered.

Tyler - being the light in the dark that he was and still is — picked up on my fear and so for what was left of that night/morning and much of the next day, I lay cocooned in his arms.

It truly was the only place I really felt safe.

  "Do you think they'll come back again?" I asked Tyler as I broke the silence which had been causing tension in the room. It was light outside but all was quiet, both inside and outside of the house. It was like the calm after the storm.

  "I can't make any promises Khloe, but I'll be there to protect you. If anyone and I mean anyone tries to hurt you, I'll kill them. I honestly mean that Khloe. I will," he said as his jaw tensed with anger. In a weird sort of way, his proclamation was both calming but also slightly unnerving. The idea of Tyler killing anyone seemed bonkers to me. He was a big softie who just happened to be a pretty beefy football captain.

In response I simply snuggled into him even more which was my way of silently thanking him. We stayed like that for the rest of the day until evening came. The only thing that managed to get the both of us out of the hiding place was when Tyler's mum came into the room to inform us that my parents were downstairs.

If I'm being honest, I completely forgot about their existence for a while. I can only imagine what sort of shock they went through when they came home to find police swarmed around their house.

You see, as there was an attack and a threat against my life made, the police brought in forensic teams to see if they could identify a suspect thus keeping me safe. They didn't think that I was actually at risk and sort of put it down to a possible joke or revenge attack since I was a "bully" at school.

But I guess if people had of actually listened to my fears when I finally voiced them then I wouldn't have ended up dead.

  "Do they know?" I asked her, my voice came out sounding kind of hoarse which I put down to the lack of use it had been getting.

She gave me an apologetic stare, "They know the gist of it. I think the full story would be better coming from you honey."

  "But I don't want to talk about it," I said quietly.