Breaking Free

Chapter 8: Past

I was willing to forget about what happened at the party because it didn't seem important enough to tell Beth about it. Joshua seemed to pretend it never happened, so I did the same. Maybe he was drunk and didn't remember it happening. The week following the party seemed normal. Almost too good to be true.

I didn't see Joshua much at all that week. It was like he was avoiding the lunch table, and I didn't notice him in the halls between classes.

It wasn't until Friday night that things became a little weirder and more terrifying.

I was getting ready for bed when I heard a ping come from my phone. I reached for it, thinking it might be Beth asking to see if I had any plans this weekend.

I was wrong.

As I read the message, burning terror shot through my veins.

389-0723: I haven't forgotten about you. About us. One day you will be mine.

My pulse started pounding as I reread the message on my phone. I knew right away who it was.

Joshua.

Another ping came on my phone from the same number

389-0723: Nice rose bushes.

I dropped my phone on the floor then and raced for my window. I pulled aside my curtain and looked down at the street below.

Joshua's black truck sat across the street from my house, I could hardly see it. He flashed his lights once. He knew I was watching him.

Petrified, I threw the curtains closed and quickly crossed the room to turn off my bedroom light.

Another ping sounded on my phone.

I reluctantly reached for my phone. The text's preview made my heart freeze in my chest as I carefully opened the message.

389-0723: Even if you turn off your light, I'm still watching you. I watch your every move. Even if you don't see me, I'm watching. Don't bother telling Beth either. She will never believe you. Just like she didn't believe Wendy. Shocked I know you know about Wendy? Don't be. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Until next time, my sweet Paige.

My hands shook. I turned off my phone and hid it in one of my dresser drawers. I crawled under my covers on my bed and let the tears fall. I had never been that scared in my life, and I had no idea who to turn to for help.

I knew one thing for sure though. I needed to tell Beth what was going on. She just had to believe me. Why wouldn't she? Maybe she'll be able to stop him.

That was the first of many restless nights.