21 days a stalker story
The tap, tap, tap of heavy footsteps on the pavement sent chills dancing through my body. It was unmistakable now that I was being followed. Don't panic Ally just keep moving forward. One foot in front of the other and I kept moving. The dark night cloaked me like a blanket, the dim flicker of a burning orange street light illuminated the path ahead. It was him, I knew it. Icy winds whipped my long brown hair across my face, tickling my skin like soft feather down. I picked up the pace, my house was not too far away now. If I walked really fast then maybe I could make it. I could hear the insistent hammering of his footsteps speeding up behind me. Slowly I sucked in a breath and moved faster, my lungs constricted and began to burn and yet he still followed me. Faster and faster. I broke into a full sprint trying with all my might to find the house keys without crashing into a tree ahead or tripping as I ran. Aiming to move as a cheetah on the hunt but moving more like an elephant with a broken leg. I began to wheeze, a sore pain coursing through my dry throat as I ran out of oxygen. My face flushed a bright red as I propelled myself forward. He pursued me all the while. Hunting me as usual, hunting me as he had been doing for the last 21 days. I stumbled as I reached the doorstep of my small house. I pounded up the steps and fumbled with the key, dropping the small piece of metal with a clink onto the ground. My hands were too sweaty and warm. I fell to my knees and patted the ground in a frenzy trying to find the key. Come on. Come on. It has to be here somewhere. Please God, please help me. The footsteps grew louder as he approached the house. Each step another nail in my coffin. Tears streamed down my face as realisation washed over me. A cold sense of reality shocking me to the core. Was I going to die? What would happen to me now? I patted the ground once again until I felt the cold metal under my clammy palm. I snatched the key and scrabbled towards the door before slipping it in the lock and twisting sharply. I pushed the butter yellow door open before stubbing my toe on the door mat. Damn it, damn it, damn it! I cursed before slamming the door shut and hobbling towards the phone. Punching in three simple numbers as I threw off my coat.
" 911, what's the emergency?"
" Please, help!" I shook as I clutched the phone to my face. " This guy, he - he has been chasing after me and I'm afraid of what he is going to do!" I cried.
" Where are you?"
" 21 Mayfield Avenue."
" Okay, stay where you are and we will send someone out to you as soon as possible."
" Please be quick." I whimpered and then the line cut out. A sole shrill ring sounded throughout the house as the doorbell chimed. I slowly took a step backwards, my eyes trained upon the door as I grabbed the plant of the coffee table. What was I going to do? Beat him to death with a plant?The doorbell rang again this time there where three dings. Then four. Then five. It didn't stop, ding after ding resonated through the house as the bell was continuously sounded. I wiped the stray tears off of my face and raced upstairs towards the bathroom, a plant and phone within my grasp. I locked the door and sat in the corner crying softly as ding after ding was heard. I looked at the phone and I instantly began pressing numbers. Austin's number. Why was I ringing him? Why was he the one person I was thinking of right now? Austin... The phone went straight to answer machine. "Austin. Please answer me! I need you, I desperately need you. I know your mad at me and god only knows how mad I was at you but I have forgiven you. I'm not mad anymore because I shouldn't be. I love you like I have always loved you and I can only pray that you feel the same way too. He is here Austin and I think he is going to get me. Please, just...I need you. Please. If this is the last thing I will ever say to you then. I love you." with that last breath a sharp bang was heard downstairs. I clicked off the phone. Silence filled the air, suffocating me, making me nauseous. Bang. Bang and then bang but this time a loud crash was heard as what sounded like the front door falling to the ground ripped through the house. My heart stopped. He was in the house. He was here.
Thank you for reading 21 days, a stalker story. The rest of the chapters of course have the events leading up to this one moment. 21 days of Ally Dawson's hell. Of course also the Auslly story that also builds up to this moment will be in here too so hang in there. Please review and tell me if this is worth continuing. AND... Thank you again for reading.