Escaping Mr. Grayson [UN-EDITED]

Chapter Fourteen.

I feel lighter. I feel resolved. Almost as if I should be celebrating.

It's been a week since Mr. Grayson threatened me at Darlas. Or, as he would say it, "warned me," and to this day, absolutely nothing strange or alarming has happened. So, you know what Mr. Grayson, I call bluff.

Today is a Friday night, which means Daisy's already left for the club scene with Asher and will more than likely come back home sometime tomorrow afternoon. I don't mind Daisy not being home, if anything I actually enjoy it. It gives me a chance to catch up on some much needed me time. Some people find this strange but I've honestly always been my own favorite company. It worries me to think that there are some people out there in the world that are afraid of being on their own. Because for me, that's paradise.

I dim the lights to set the mood for the night and then proceed to lock the door. I change into my black and white striped onesie, put on my favorite movie —Toy Story, of course— and start to get ready for my relaxed evening. I put a bag of microwave popcorn into the microwave and stand by the counter. As I wait for the popcorn to get done, I scroll through my phone, checking through my emails. Two from my mother, one from my gynecologists', a few ads, a subscription for—

My thought is cut short when the microwave beeps loudly, signaling that my popcorn is ready. As I'm about to open the microwave, my phone vibrates a few moments too many and I pick it up to find a picture of Daisy, seated at the bar, dressed in her off the shoulder purple sequin dress that Asher had gotten for her last year, sent to me at exactly 12.01 am on a Saturday, by a previously blocked number.

Mr. Xavier Grayson.

The message sends a wave of repulsion and worry right through me. I instinctively throw my phone onto the counter and start to panic and breath heavily. He's watching her. And he wants me to know.

Oh no....Daisy

"Okay. Okay, breath Nailea," I say to myself. I need to analyze the situation quickly and get my thoughts in order. Daisy might be in real trouble. I've seen enough movies to know how these kinds of things go. I suddenly hear another ding come from my phone. I instinctively pick it up, seeing that he's now sent me three more pictures. Trembling in fear and shock, I send back a message telling him to stop and get out of there. He responds immediately with another picture. What kind of sick joke is this? What kind of sane person would do something like this?

I quickly think to call Daisy. When she doesn't answer, I start to worry. I call her three more times and on the fifth ring of the last call, she finally picks up.

"Hey Nai, what's up?" I hear her faintly say over the loud music blasting in the background.

"Daisy! Daisy, you need to get out of there right now!" I shriek.

"What?"she mumbles, "I can't hear you; did you say I need to get to sound fair? What the hell is that and why am I going there?"

"Daisy! Get. Out. Now." I shout, noticing that Mr. Grayson has just sent me three more pictures.

"Did you say get out?" I hear her say, "Nai, can I call you back? I can barely hear you"

"GET OUT OF THERE!" I yell into the phone as loud as I can.

"Woah...calm down! Why would I leave? I just got here."

"Because.... he's there Daisy."

"What?" She's confused. "Who is?"

"Mr Grayson! He's there and he's taking pictures of you. I'm not kidding Daisy you need to get out of that club right now!"