My hero, my lover.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 15- The mail.

I was told I could leave today by the hospital so I packed my bags and got out as soon as I could. I called a taxi and waited outside for it. A few moments later the taxi arrived and I climbed inside and told him to take me home. A few hours later I was outside my house; I paid the bill and let the taxi go. I picked up my bags and walked up the path to the front door, pulled my keys out my handbag and unlocked it. I pushed open the door and saw the large pile of mail on my floor. I scooped it up with my spare hand and dropped my other bags and closed the door behind me. I sifted through the mail and picked out the bills to the other mail that was enticing to open.

I put the bills down by the phone upon the table and opened the good mail first-or so I thought. The first piece of mail I opened was on a red piece of paper. I opened it further and saw newspaper letters cut out to form a letter. It read 'You got my friend imprisoned; I will hunt you down and kill everyone you know before I finally get to you.' My hands began to shake vigorously and I let out a single whimper. Not again. I quickly ran upstairs and picked up all my clothes and packed them into my duffle bag and all my important belongings then ran back down stairs to my house phone. I dialled Alan's number.

"Hello darling." He said sweetly.

"Hey Alan, please pick me up immediately I have another letter from an anonymous person again and I would like to move in if you would have me."

"Again? I will be there as soon as possible and of course you can my dear. I would be honoured if you were to live with me." He said happily but also with a concerned tone too.

"Thank you, see you soon." I hung up the phone and set to work, taking down all the Alan posters. With each poster I removed the more memories were brought back of all the other times I met him. They were amazing and would live them a thousand times over. They were totally worth all the money I spent to go see him.

Half an hour later I was done and they were all boxed up ready to go in the attic when I got to Alan's so he would never have to see them. I think I would cry if he were to ever look at them because he would probably think of me as some creepy stalker that has one too many posters of him. And especially the signed ones. I put everything outside the house and went back inside the house to grab my duffle bag and to lock the door, leaving the bills where they were. I locked the door and put the keys back into my hand bag and turned to see something sitting on the top of my boxes, a piece of paper. I hesitantly walked over to it and picked it up and read the paper. 'Just by moving away doesn't mean we can't get to you. Be wary of who you think your friends with and who you're not. You never know who could be your enemy.' This shook me to the core. Even my closest friends could be against me. Why is my life changing so much from what it used to be? This is all because of Ronald. If I hadn't ever gotten involved with that retched man then my life would be perfectly normal and would never have taken a bad turn though some positive things came out of it though more bad than good.

Alan beeped his horn and drove up my drive way and stepped out the car and jogged over to me and pulled me into an immediate embrace.

"Are you alright Becca? You had me so worried being here all by yourself. I should have come to pick you up at the hospital. God the things than someone could have done...." He didn't finish what he was saying for my sake. He let got but held onto my shoulders and looked me in the eye and smiled.

"In any case I'm glad you're alright." He walked past me and picked up my boxes with ease and put them in the trunk of his car. I thanked him and climbed into the passenger seat while he got into the driver's side. He put his seat belt on, as did I then he put the keys in the ignition and he put the car into reverse and backed out the drive way and began the drive back to his house.

"So what did the letter say that was left for you?"

"You got my friend imprisoned; I will hunt you down and kill everyone you know before I finally get to you."

"Wow I think it's a good thing I asked you to come live with me then." He said seriously.

"Alan, someone was at the house. As I called you to come get me and I did a little more packing, I put the boxes outside and went back inside to grab my bags, I locked the door and there was a note laying on top of the boxes."

"Wow, what did that say if you don't mind me asking. I feel really bad for you but I am here to protect you now."

"That's the problem Alan; I'm scared you're going to get hurt because of me. I couldn't live with you getting hurt just because I am in some unfair predicament. I don't want anyone to get hurt. And the note said Just by moving away doesn't mean we can't get to you. Be wary of who you think your friends with and who you're not. You never know who could be your enemy. I'm scared that everyone I know could be conspiring against me. I know that you wouldn't but everyone else I know could be. Why would they do this now? For the all the years that I have known them have they been planning this since the very beginning? It makes me extremely paranoid Alan." I said honestly.

"Well I'm sure everything will work out and that your friends aren't conspiring against you though no one is trust worthy now we know this information. Well at least you have me know and I suppose that is all that matters now right?" He said reassuringly.

"I suppose so." I said in a daze about what could happen if Alan wasn't here for me. There wasn't much conversation after that, just light chatting with him. Eventually we pulled up into his little driveway and then the gate opened automatically. I gasped at what I saw. There was a building that looked big enough to fit the royal family within. There was a balcony sitting on the second floor and a fountain out the front. This house was amazing on the outside I wonder what it was like on the inside. We pulled up to the front door and I got out the car as did Alan. He opened the trunk and took out my boxes and put them by the front door. I grabbed my duffle bag and walked to my boxes. This was it. My new life with Alan.