Not To You (Billionaire's Secret)

Chapter 19

The sun had set. The door creaked open and Abriella stepped into her house.

Sighs, "Melina?"  She dropped the luggages on the floor. "Melina?!!" Her voice echoed round the house. She took the last stair up and opened the door ot her room.

Everywhere was crashed. Her clothes, her frames, her ceramic kitten and 'gasp' her gold lamp.

The hairs on the back of her neck abruptly prickled. She was not alone, for some minutes she stood there fractically scanning her room, the bed and broken mirror. It was silent almost like someone was going through her things. No breathing or foreign scent, No heart beat but her own.

Yet she knew she was not alone.

The clanging sound of a plate was heard downstairs, then she slowly backed to the nearest corner. Her heart was pounding as she took slow steps down the stairs. In her living room now the clang was heard again, coming from the kitchen. Fear had made her steps unsteady. She sucked in air past her teeth and spoke, her voice coming harsh.

"Who's there?" No one answered. Her heart thumped so loudly against her breast bone.

"I know you're there," she snarled looking round the palour. "Whoever you are, show yourself and I won't -"

She felt something pass her and she turned around to look. But there was nothing, no one there.

"Melina?"

No reponse. In the silence of the house she had grown so weak. "Melina are you there?" The thing passed again and she leaned forward, straining her eyes but the light was too murky and whatever she'd seen did not appear again.

Her heart was pounding so loudly it could pop out of her chest. She took an easy step forward gathering courage. "Who's there?" She went outside through the kitchen door and there was a figure in black hoodie cloak running away.

"Hey!" She ran, "Stop!" She panted so loudly the figure had gone. She held her palm against her forehead and the other on her waist.

Abriella sat on the edge of her bed, her legs were still sore after she ran out barefooted chasing the stalker. 'Who was that? And how did it get in here?'  She stood up, closed the curtains because she started feeling sober and sat bak on  the bed. Her head ached and she repeatedly rubbed her eyes. She sighed and dropped her hand, looking at her side she stared  at a picture frame of her mother holding her up when she was little. Sighs. She picked it up and held it against her chest.

'I miss you mom. And now I don't know what is right or wrong.'  She laid on her bed and her eyes caught something.

'What's this?' She took out the red envelop under the pillow and opened it. Her breath caught in her chest as she read the trace of threat in the words.