There is absolutely no excuse for this story. Contains torture, so if you don't like it, you may want to stop now. I've had this story typed up for a while, but I just now decided to post it. Hopefully that was a good decision... Reviews are always welcome, and you will get a shout out in the next chapter if you drop a review. Logan isn't in this a whole lot, but I couldn't stand to torture him. So, yeah... On with the story.

Disclaimer: Not now, not ever.

Amelia's P. o. V:

I run down the alleyway, hoping to lose my pursuer. About a block back, I noticed that the same man had been following me for a while. When I sped up, he started chasing me. I drop my purse, hoping that he will take it and leave me alone. However, when I look back, he has ignored the purse and is still chasing me. I turn around another corner, then push myself faster as I see a lit window. I rush to the door, then start pounding on it with my fists. "Please, open up!" I sob. Just as the man is about to reach me, the door opens, and I am pulled inside. The owner closes and locks the door.

"What happened?!" a familiar voice asks, sounding concerned.

"A man was chasing me. I have no idea who he was!" I look up at my rescuer, then reel back. My boyfriend, Logan, is standing above me.

"Surprise," he smiles. I gasp at him.

"I didn't know that this was your house!"

"You've been here enough times before though," Logan says, looking bewildered.

"I was scared. I didn't pay attention to where I was running to."

"Thats understandable. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I dropped my purse to try and get him to stop following me though."

"Do you want me to go look for it?"

"No. It's not worth risking your life over a purse. There was nothing of value in it."

"Okay. Do you want to spend the night here?"

"I'm too scared to go home."

"Okay. You can sleep in the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Thank you," I whisper, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Will you sleep by me instead?"

"If you want me to." We both head to the bedroom, and I wait as he closes the curtains.

"I'm so afraid that every time I look out the window, I'll see him," I murmur, ashamed at the scared tears that spring to my eyes. Logan notices, and comes over.

"Shhh, he won't bother you again. I'll make sure of it." I sigh and snuggle up against his chest. We both head towards the bed and lay down. Despite my fear, I fall asleep quickly.

The next morning is uneventful. I decide that it is safe for me to head home. "Thank you for letting me stay the night."

"Any time. I love you. Call me when you get home."

"I willI. I love you too." I head out the door, checking both ways to make sure that the coast is clear. It is. I recognize my surroundings in the sunlight. Thankfully, my house is only about a block away. I start walking at a brisk pace, hoping to reach my house quickly. Finally, I reach my front door. I unlock it and head inside. I check my entire house, making sure that there is nobody but me inside. I find my cats huddled under my bed, frightened out of their wits. There must be a storm coming. They don't like storms at all. Sometimes, they sense when one is coming. That would explain their strange behavior. I decide to take a shower.

When I am drying off, I feel as if someone is watching me. A shudder runs down my spine. It's a reaction to what happened last night, I'm sure. I shake off the feeling and get dressed. I have to go to work later, but the weather is turning nasty. Maybe they will call me and say that I don't have to come in. Hey, a girl can hope, can't she? I head downstairs, trying to shake the feeling that I am being watched. I decide to watch tv to kill some time. A small red dot on top of the tv catches my attention. It is tiny, barely noticeable. I walk over to it and examine it more closely. My phone rings, causing me to jump. Maybe I won't have to go into work after all! I answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello," a surprisingly masculine voice replies. I am expecting a female's voice, so I am surprised at the rough tone.

"Who is this?"

"I see you."

"Come on Logan, it isn't funny!" I say, even though I know that the voice isn't Logan's.

"You know very well that this isn't Logan." I hang up the phone and lock all of the doors. Then, I dial 911.

"911, what is you emergency?"

"There's a guy that's stalking me. I don't know who it is, and he called me a few minutes ago, saying that he saw me. I discovered a camera above my tv, and I'm sure there are more scattered around the house. He tried to attack me last night. Please, send someone right away!" I cry, trying to fight down the terror that I am feeling.

"Ma'am, please calm down. Where do you live?"

"I live on 4792 Redfield Road in Gary, Indiana."

"A police squad is heading your way now. Stay in the house, and keep all of the doors locked. Please stay on the line until help gets there."

"Okay," I whisper. The operator asks me other questions, including about the man's appearance. At last, I hear sirens. "The police are here. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Remember, stay in your house. The police will watch for a man of that description."

"Okay. I'm going to hang up now. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I hang up, then wait for the police to come to the door. I hear a creak behind me. I whirl around, only to fall on my butt when a sudden force hits me in the face.

"Did you really think that I couldn't find you after last night? You're going to pay for running," a sickeningly familiar voice growls. I break down and start to cry.

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