Snow White Queen
The stoplight flashed. This was the last to Peyton's house. The mere fact consumed Peyton with anxiety. Fear.
'He's winning. Dammit. I'm scared of going into my own fucking house.' She knew she needed to be stronger than this. Psycho Derek was all locked up, right? And Lucas was only a call away, right? Logic told her that this was all true, but in the pit of her mind, she felt very small and weak. As if, Derek would always be the victor if she allowed this paranoia to continuously swell within the pit of her stomach.
Suddenly, numbness swept over the blond. Allowing her lips to fall into a scowl, her eyes glazed over. She pushed all thoughts and feelings out of her mind. Applying pressure to the gas pedal, she was determined to make it home without thinking about him any longer.
Thrusting her hand into the depths of her handbag, Peyton found her key. As quick as possible, she allowed herself entrance to the intimidatingly large house. Ignoring the second wave of mixed emotions, she locked the door entirely, having purchased several extra assuring locks. Not wanting to look back at the outside world, she half ran upstairs.
Boot first, she crashed open her bedroom door. By moonlight, it was obvious that no one was hiding nor had been in her room. Blond curls were merciless, as Peyton striped in the dark. And with the same swiftness, she changed into her nighttime clothes. Then, and only then, did she allow the room to be illuminated. She needed to hide from him. From everyone, to feel safe.
In the confines of her mind, Peyton allowed herself to feel again. The immense fear washed over her. 'How could this stalker get into my mind, so easily? Why did he want me? He doesn't even know me, dammit.' Perhaps, it was the adrenaline that sent her heart racing. Or perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her, as Derek seemed to flash before her eyes. She could've sworn he was right there, for just a moment. Terror could be seen in the blonds eyes. She wanted to run. He was haunting her.
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Stoplight, lock the door.
Don't look back.
Undress in the dark,
And hide from you,
All of you.
You'll never know the way your words have haunted me.
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me.
You don't know me.
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The old red pick-up was parked along the dark street. Ian sat in the car, patiently. He was several streets away from her. Regardless of what he might be risking, he could not keep his temptations in check. The street lights seemed to buzz quietly, as he lost himself in thought.
He wanted her. She belonged to him. It was clear as night and day. She had always been his property. Teasing him, with that damned web cam. Peyton had been asking him to claim her. Ian just needed what was his. And when she opposed him, he knew the blond could never truly run away from him, they were meant for each other. It was obvious. She had to know, had to accept that he was going to have her, in end.
And wasn't Peyton nearly the same as him? Both tortured by events, that no one else could possibly understand. And after everything he had gone through, Ian knew fucking well that he was destined to have her. Her teasing via Internet was only further confirmation of this.
Peyton simply needed to understand the truth.
He whispered quietly to the air, "Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you." With now icy eyes, his head shot up at the roof of the car. He let the image of blond curls and deep eyes lull him to sleep.
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You belong to me,
My snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see,
You're just like me.
Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you.
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Beads of sweat drip. A scream threatens to rip from her throat, as Peyton opens her eyes, greeted by darkness. For a moment, she does not think, and cannot think legitimately. Her body will not respond, either. She is frozen, as the image of psycho Derek lingers in her mind. And as much as she wishes the scream could escape, it doesn't. It can't.
After calming herself, by gripping the phone on her nightstand, Peyton wonders if she ought to call Lucas. Near dialing the memorized number, she decides to contemplate things for a moment.
'How the Hell could some bastard, that I don't even know think in a way so... twisted about me?' And as the beating of her heart slows, she recalls the dream in perfect detail.
.
She is alone in the large house, for once. However, she feels safe, knowing that it's day time and that all of the locks are secure. The feeling of her finger tips pressing lightly on the keyboard, and her feet against the ground seemed to be distant. Listening to a comforting record, while procrastinating from doing anything efficient, she is in her world.
Yet. The world breaks.
Suddenly, the room is no longer bathed in artificial light, but instead, by moonlight. The walls seem to melt as a figure forcefully approaches her. He grabs her wrists and slams her body against the wall. She wants to fight, scream, anything. But her body won't respond. And all that she processes is him, pinning her to the wall. She stares back into the eyes of her assaulter, horror apparent in her expression as she realizes this is not any abuser. This is psycho Derek.
Hands begin to roam her body. She can feel his touch, intensified more than anything. His breath is hot as he whispers in her ear, "You will finally be mine, Peyton."
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Bags are apparent under the eyes. Her pale face is unreadable. She cannot sleep, anymore, afraid of oh so real nightmare occurring again. Scooping up her phone, she gives in. A short few seconds of a dial tone pass, and then a click.
"Peyton? Are you alright?" Lucas murmurs into the phone, tiredness apparent in his tone.
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Wake up in a dream.
Frozen fear.
All your hands on me.
I can't scream.
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me.
I feel you in my dreams, and I don't sleep.
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He awakens to darkness, as a truck whirs by. He recognizes the car. Jealousy immediately fuels within him, as he remembers the name of the asshole that is in the way. 'Lucas.' The very name tainted all positive thoughts Ian could muster. Anger nearly caused him to do something stupid. But he resisted, knowing that all would be his in good time.
She belonged to him. It was practically set in stone, and all that had to happened for Lucas to go away, was for her to realize this. She would. She would not longer scream or try to run from him, for his desire for her was so strong, it was clear that she had to feel the same way. She just needed to see, to understand. A familiar roll of thoughts seemed to be playing in his head.
He knew that he could do nothing, ultimately, to save Peyton from her fear, for it was deluded fear. She didn't need to be afraid of him.
Besides, wasn't he the one being taunted and teased the entire time? Didn't he deserve her? Not this. Not this feeling of constant tormenting. Or the bleeding she had caused him, physically and in his heart, due to her misjudged rejection. He was losing his mind.
His world had seemed to be dividing lately, as she stood still, confused.
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You belong to me,
My snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see,
You're just like me.
Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you
I can't save your life,
Though nothing I bleed for is more tormenting.
I'm losing my mind and you just stand there and stare as my world divides.
You belong to me,
My snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see,
You're just like me.
Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you.
--
As stringy blond hair met blond curls, Peyton immediately knew she was safe. Lucas would protect her. All things would be right in the world, soon. His arms told her this.
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His white sleeveless shirt seemed to cling to his muscles. Sweat was blocking his vision. Intoxicating thoughts of a certain girl, still clouded Ian's mind. He was going to have her. This feeling that she had created within him – even without her immediate self, told him that it was true.