Darker Than Black

Chapter 6

In bathroom I let the warm water pour down on my skin releasing the knotted muscles. Ruckus out the door caught my attention. I quickly turned off the shower so I could listen better.
    The house quiet.

I shrugged it off. The moment I decided to turn the shower back on the noise came again louder this time. It seemed it was coming from the kitchen like someone was ransacking the place.

Scared, I slowly got out the bath and wrapped my Berry-pink towel around my body. I stood in my room taking one glance to make sure it was empty. I reached under my bed for the baseball bat I always kept there.

I inhaled sharply when I felt its cold metallic touch against my fingers. I gripped on it hard like my life depended on it. With each step the wooden stairs creeked under my feet. I immediately regretted not getting clothed first before trying to act brave.

     I gasped as soon as I got to the kitchen, my palm shot up to cover my mouth. Blood drained from my face.
    On the floor lay shattered broken plates, glasses, utensils. Drawers and cabinets were wide ajar and empty, its contents broken into tiny pieces. The kitchen had been ransacked, turned upside down.
     Weirdly, nothing was stolen and everywhere else was just intact. It was just the kitchen that was messed up.
    Thoughts came rushing through my head. Could it be the stalker? What if he is still in the house?
    Gasping for air, I rushed for my phone and Tylor's name popped up. My thumb hovered over his name for a while but I decided against it.
   He hurt me so much. I can't forgive him....... At least not yet.
  My eyes drifted to the ground and I  caught something unusual. Mud shoeprints stuck onto the tiled floor leading out the backdoor. It looked like a size 9 or 10. I utterly became paralysed.

      Wasn't the backdoor locked?

This is bad, very bad.

The cellphone in my hands rang loudly giving me quite a scare.
   I looked over the screen and  the caller ID showed Tylor's name.
    I refused to pick up.
I stalked off to my room still sitting up on my bed. I dread to sleep.

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Next Day

I tried to avoid Tylor the whole day but that didn't work out how I would have liked. We bumped into each other all the time and he always made an  effort to talk to me, to apologize but I wanted nothing of that.
    My cellphone was already filled with missed calls or texts from him apologizing.
In the cafeteria, I sat with Heather on the same table. I looked ahead and Tylor was sat on the table that once was ours. Only Tylor and I sat there during recess but now some of his swimming team mates sat there with him. He seemed to enjoy their company better than mine. The table was just straight ahead in front of me so I could see him and he could see me.

  Heather started complaining about her neighbour who keeps spying on her when she starts dressing through his window.
    All that time, my mind was focused on Tylor. His green orbs pierced through my very soul. He slowly brought his red solo cup up his lips to take a sip. He smiled into his cup, his eyes never leaving my face.
    I reached for the apple on my tray and bit into it. This had quickly turned into some kind of staring competition. None of us wanted to back down now.
    Just then Chloe came up to him and kissed his neck from behind. It startled him for a moment then he turned to her. She made her way onto his laps, each leg placed perfectly at his sides like he was cradling her.
   So now, he completely faced me but Chloe's back was turned in a straddle.
    He moved his hands up into her hair and brought her face closer. He slammed his lips unto hers and moved them fiercely until he started trailing kisses alone her neck.
       His friends around the table cheered him on, whooes flew here and there. He smirked then looked up at me his gaze so intense but his lips still lingered on her skin.
      He was playing a game and sadly I was letting him win. He intentionally did this to taunt me.
  Just when I thought all was over, Andrew appeared in the picture. He slid his tray across the table and sat by me.
     ''Kiss me...'' I looked at Andrew.