Closer Than You Think

Stalking

I sat numbly in the back of the police car, Grandpa sitting next to me, calmly trying to explain everything.

"This is temporary. Nobody's in any sort of danger, all we need to do is find a girl named Tiffany. This,". He gestures to the album I had been shown before, "Is just a threat. He's trying to scare us."

"Just scare us?" I choke out, "Those photos are from years ago, from weeks ago, from yesterday! And you're trying to say it's just to scare me?!?"

He sighed, rubbing his head, "Yes honey, we're looking for a girl named Tiffany. When we find her, we'll put both you AND her in protective custody until we can catch this son of a bitch."

I nod weakly and continue staring out the window, "There are like, three girls in my school named Tiffany."

Poppop nods, "We'll start there."

Soon enough we're at home (with McDonalds, my ultimate comfort food). Two cops come with us, one to guard the front and back door, one to just sort of stick by me.

We're just digging into the food, when there's a knocking at the door. Immediately the cop (his name's Miller. He's funny!) pulls his gun. After a moment the outside cop swings the door open and in walks...

Jacky.

We all sigh before Poppop explodes, "Not a good time right now! Go home."

"Hey! Whoah!" She holds her hands up defensively, "I'm just here to chill with my bff! I didn't know she'd be having her OWN party!"

"It's not a party," Miller says grimly, "This is official police business. Now scram!"

"No." Grandpa rubs his temples, "She can stay. Noel needs someone right now."

Jacky smirks and sits next to me as Grandpa leaves the room.

"So what's up?"

After telling her ALL about it, she sat there shocked for a moment. "WHOAH. All of that happened while I was at a party downtown? Classic! So what're you gonna do now?"

I shrugged weakly, "Watch a movie?"

She groans "Ugh! That's so lame!". She smiles evilly, "How about we do some 'investigating' of our own?"

"How about I stay here while YOU go get yourself killed?"

"How about YOU be fun?". I roll my eyes and head over to the tv already passing thru DVDS. I freeze when I reach one in particular.

"Grandpa!". I shout, the cop jumping to attention as Poppop runs into the room.

"What, WHAT?!?" They both yell.

"I think I'm Tiffany." I whisper.

"What?" The cop asks confusedly.

"Impossible!" Shouts Poppop.

I hold up the DVD. Bride of Chucky.

"I think I'M Tiffany!" I yell, "This guys been stalking me right? Well, maybe he knows it's my favorite movie! Chucky and Tiffany are like Bonnie and Clyde! Besides, why would he put another girls name on a photo album dedicated to ME?!?"

"No." Grandpa whispers, "NO!!!"

He launched into a fit before finally going into the kitchen to rant on the phone to the police. After awhile I got sick of listening to him rage and decided to instead call it a night.

Miller insisted on coming with me (mind out of the gutter, kiddies!), settling into a chair in the corner of the room to keep guard.

After about 30 minutes of staring at the ceiling, trying to get used to the feeling of a guy just...watching me, I fall into a fitfull sleep.

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At 1:25 am, I woke to feel a killer's eyes on me.

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Things are getting interesting! Next chapter, we FINALLY introduce Jeff! Also, I really don't want to ask, but can you please just leave a comment? I want to know how I'm doing and if anyone's actually reading. I love writing this but....feedback's nice too!