AN : I've already written a story called Kindly Unspoken but this is the rewrite of that story. I hope you like it and please review.

Chapter One – Shark in the Water

"Baby, there's a shark in the water. There's something underneath my bed. Oh please believe I said."

"Great" I sighed as I opened another lovely letter from my mysterious lover.

The letters had been appearing for nearly a month. Everyone was getting stranger. Peyton Taylor, my boss, was the only one who knew about them. She urged me to tell the police, but I honestly didn't care about the letters. I had enough traumatic and scary things in my life to no be afraid of some stupid stalker. My parents were also a concern. I wanted them to think I could handle living by myself up here in Seattle. And if the discovered that someone was stalking me well, they would over react and demand that I return home immediately or urge me to call the police or even worse the FBI. I'm sure the FBI had better things to do than look into my silly stalker case. I decided to tear into the familiar looking envelope anyway. This one was slightly longer than the others.

Dear Beautifully Broken. It read. Beautifully Broken was his freakish nickname for me and the only thing he called me by in his letters.

I've missed you since our last chat. It seems so long ago. Two weeks was it? Or maybe three? It's hard to keep track of when I send you these letters. It seems like we talk everyday. Like everyday we're back in California. Wait! How would he know where I'm from? Calm down Ivy. I told myself. He probably googled you and found out that you used to live in Orange County, California and that you went to Harbor High. I mean face it you were the smartest person in that entire school and they probably published something about your academic achievements. I toke a deep breath and continued to read the letter.

Where I watched you're every move, you're every joyous moment and remorsefully, you're every heartbreak. Wait have I never mentioned anything about those days. No you didn't you, physcopath! I believe those were the happiest times of my life. You were a perfect vision of beauty back then. I mean I know you tried to hide it under all those baggy band t-shirts. Avenged Sevenfold was your favorite right? I mean you did wear it often. If I recall correctly, you wore it at least once a week during your junior and senior year of lovely Harbor High. Sometimes you wore it twice a week, but always when you were having a bad week. You would always wear it on Mondays because you dreaded going back to school and having to deal with the jerks at your school. Then if you were having a bad week, you'd wear it on Friday as well because you dreaded going home to your parents who were fighting. The shirt was a comfort wasn't. You loved Avenged Sevenfold. The loudness of their music blocked everything else, I remember you saying once. But back to your parents, they fought about everything didn't they? They fought about you and how you were going down a downward spiral and they would blame each others parenting. But they should've blamed someone else for that. Isn't that right? What was the cause of that downward spiral Ivy? What? It was him, wasn't it? That low life, drug dealer boyfriend you had. The one that RAPED you! I couldn't breathe anymore. It was like all of the air inside of my body was sucked out. I will never forgive myself for not stopping that horrible person when I could've. But we can move on, you can forgive e for not helping you. Just you and me together. I know you haven't dated anyone since then. I could be just the person to pull you out your misery, but only if you let me Ivy. If you come be with me, I'll never let anyone hurt you like that again. Please Ivy. I love you.

Love forever, Your Guardian Angel.

I dropped the letter sobbing. Now I was scared. He knew things. Personal things that no one on this planet would know about her. Things that no person could Google. He was escalating. I'm no longer safe.

Later that day, I told Peyton about the new letter and she forced me down to the police station immediately. They notified my parents. I grabbed the phone from Officer Winters to talk to my hysterical mother.

"Ivy sweetie why didn't tell us. That kind officer told us that you've been getting this horrible letters for three weeks now." Her voice sounded strained and small. I loved my mother, but Alice Sawyer was one dramatic person.

"I'm sorry mom. I didn't want to worry you and dad. I didn't think they were that big of a deal, but after this one I got a little freaked out and decided to report it." I toke a deep breath to prepare myself for the battle. The battle of convincing my parents that I could stay in Seattle by myself.

"Oh honey are you sure you can handle being in Seattle all by yourself?" here it comes.

"Yes mom. I can. I can't leave. I love it here and I have a job that I can't just abandon. Plus the police are handling this. I'm sure they will catch this guy and I will be fine."

"Okay I understand honey, but I want you to hear me out." Oh god here it comes again. "You are not relying on the police for this. Do you remember my old friend from college, Aaron Hotchner?"

"Yes?"

"Well, he's an agent for the FBI now. Actually he's the unit chief of the BAU. And it just so happens that he owes me a favor. I'm going to give him a call and him and his team will sort of this out alright?"

"Mom, that's silly. The FBI has better things to do than look into my case."

"No, there is no arguing this matter alright. Now I love you honey. Your father and I will be in touch. Be safe Ivy."

"I love you guys too. And I will be."

I handed the phone back to Officer Winters so he could continue talking with my mother. A few moments later, he hung up the phone saying that they weren't going to handle my case anymore. It was being passed on to the FBI as we speak. With that I left a couple of minutes later. I called a cab instead of walking like I normally would. The FBI was coming, for me. At least now I can feel safer.

Two weeks later

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the beginning of the road to my freedom. An FBI agent was being sent to go undercover to find my stalker, catch them and give me the freedom to go back to my perfectly fine life.