BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 78

Since Tray hasn't returned back home yet, I pack his warm food in a dish and leave it on the kitchen counter. I also leave the front door open for him, before changing into my pajamas and brushing my teeth.

At first I thought I was dreaming but I felt something heavy and alive lying beside me, a strong arm around my waist. I shook the sleep off my head and feel real skin, a real hand on me!

" Tray?"

He doesn't say word.

I trace my hand up and feel his arms.

Small, thin arms.

My blood immediately runs cold.

This isn't Tray!

I sit up and shove him with all my strength. He tosses over to the other side and I jump up and kick him. The room is dark and I'm screaming and kicking whoever this is.

I stand on the mattress and leap off, pulling the quilt around me, cocooning myself in it.

" Whoever you are, get out!" I yell.

I hear him struggle to get up and the light goes on.

" Dave?"

He stares at me blinking.

" What are you doing here?!"

Dave walks towards me and I lean against the wall, trying to create some distance between us.

Dave slowly approaches me and stands right infront of my face. The smell of liquor blocking my nostrils.

" I " He raises his hand to touch my face, but before he can do that, I push him away.

" Don't touch me!" I grit my teeth and grab the glass ash tray on the nightstand.

Dave smiles and says confidently, " I know you can't hurt me, You still love me."

He stretches his hand out to me and I don't hesitate raising the ash tray and throwing it on his head.

Dave's forehead is cut open and fresh blood drips down from it. He doesn't seem to feel the pain as he walks towards me again.

" Stay back! You're drunk."

The cut on his forehead is deep and more blood is flowing from it. It's dripping all the way to his face, chest and hands.

" I'm calling the police !" I try running for the door but he blocks the way.

" Dave, please...What do you want?" I ask him on the verge of tears.

He laughs and wipes the dripping blood off his lips.

" I like it when you call my name."

He slowly starts pacing.

" You're the reason why I'm like this. I just can't get over you."

He stops and looks at me.

" Let's have a little fun."

His eyes travel down to my light nightgown.

" Don't..." I raise my index finger, " TOUCH ME!"

I clench my fist so tight and feel the pain of my nails digging in my palms.

" You're alone right now, you won't be able to escape." Dave says with a smile on his face.

I bite my lips, my body trembling.

" Don't even think about it."

Dave smiles confidently and speaks in a soft voice.

" Think about what? Hmm? The person I love is you and that has never changed."

He walks even close to me, stretching his long arms, pulling me into his embrace.

" Let me go," I try to struggle out of his embrace but he holds me tight.

My tears flow out furiously as he throws me on the bed. I'm screaming as I struggle to crawl myself out, but he grabs ahold of my legs and turns me over, my back on the bed.

Dave falls flat on my chest, rubbing himself on me, my whole nightgown covered with his blood.

" Please...Stop...Dave... Please." I cry and when I open my eyes, a fuming Tray is standing by the door, a rifle aimed at Dave's body.

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