Guys Got It Rough

Ch 8 - I'm scared.....

Samson's Pov

After hanging out with Kellin a little longer, it was finally time for him to go.

"I'm sorry its just..... my mom you know?" I sighed, hugging him close to me.

"It's ok, I understand," he smiled. After standing there for awhile, we finally released the embrace and he left. I sat down and leaned up against the wall, daydreaming about what just happened.

Shit...... fucking Kellin Bostwick...... And I have him.....

Apparently while I was thinking about him, I dozed off, not even really realizing it until my mom appeared, violently snapping her fingers in my face.

"Hello? Earth to Samson, wake up!"

"Huh? what," I muttered, rubbing my eyes.

"It's 5:30 why are you on the floor?"

"I was napping?"

"Well that better be an accurate reason," she glared at me. I put my arms up in defeat. I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, my stomach growling.

"Someone's hungry. Lucky for you, I brought dinner," she gloated, holding up a white paper bag. My stomach growled again from the smell of french fries.

"In N Out!" I yelled jumping up from the table. I got on my knees and begged.

"Please! You have to share with me!"

"Ah ah ah, not until you tell me the truth."

"Ah come on," I grumbled, crossing my arms. She gave me a look and I fessed up.

"Ok ok, I had a friend over ok......" I gave in.

"Oh? who was this 'friend' you were alone with. Was it a she? Better not be!"

"No no no! It was a guy calm down. I swear I was just hanging with a guy, promise."

"Promise?"

"With my life"

"Ok... here," she pulled out a burger and fries and put them on the table for me. I ran to the table and started shoveling the food into my mouth.

"Mmmmm, thank you!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Yea yea," she mumbled going upstairs to her room. When I finished eating I went up to my room and looked at all the posters on my wall.

My room IS pretty damn amazing.....

I looked around at the walls. I then realized that there was something weird that I never noticed before. Something red that seemed to be under one of my posters.

I slowly went over to it, scared of what I might find. I pulled the tape off the wall and gasped in horror.

A painted message..... all in red.

"I'm..... always..... watching...... you.....," I read aloud.

I abruptly turned around and saw a shadow quickly move away from my window.

This isn't right..... I'm on the second floor.... it's impossible.

Everything was going right in my life and this just had to pop up? Am I being stalked?

I sat against the wall and slid to the floor, holding my legs to my chest. I couldn't breath...... I couldn't think.... I was having a panic attack and I couldn't control it.

My breathing was quick and shallow, I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to mellow it out but I couldn't get any air. My vision was fuzzy and I slowly blacked out.