Chasing Matthew Chapter 2
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My heart rate went up when he started slowly stroking the side of my stomach and hip with skilled fingers.
My body felt like it was on fire where the man touched.
A week later:
I sat in the glorious bathtub in my own home, enjoying a perfectly steaming hot bath. My body felt boiled, but I was not letting the moment be short-lived by hurrying.
"Ahhh... this is the life!" my head rested on the edge of the bathtub. I looked at the floor, not surprised that I'd once again left the clothes in a pile on the floor. I let myself make messes every once in a while- everybody does that sometimes.
"Hmm?" The cracking of the doorframe of wood belonging to the front door caught my attention. Was the neighbor on a sudden surprise visit to borrow a cup of milk? Again? It could be my cat, I reminded myself. Truth was, I fed her quite a lot fish, but not in hundred years would she be fat enough to make anything cringe. Well, unless you counted one of my friends in.
I lifted myself out of the bathtub and wrapped a big towel around my torso and waist. In no way was wrapping a towel around my nipples girlish, it had definitely a manly charm with it. I dried my hair as quickly as a man could and walked to my bedroom.
On the little walk to the bedroom, I had to pass the top of the staircase. I looked down, anxiety ever present in my mind. I saw nobody and hoped it was nobody there. I heard my cat purr loudly from the downstairs. It was probably sitting on the couch, enjoying the sun. But my cat doesn't like the sun, a voice sang to me in the back of my head. That was true.
I slipped a big t-shirt on over the towel and put on fresh underwear. I raked a hand through my half-short hair, something I only did unconsciously when stressed or afraid. The man in the mirror showed me myself- a healthy, young Canadian man with a whole life in front of myself. I had all the time in the world, all the time that I needed.
I went down the staircase with a rapidly beating heart. I sneaked alongside the wall to the kitchen, quickly looking for any signs of life.
"Hello..?" my voice was carried around in the house by the walls. Nobody felt like answering, if there even was somebody there.
I grabbed a kitchen knife, just in case. Better safe than sorry, right?
In the living room sat a man. The man was petting my cat, no; my cat lied on her tummy over his legs, eager to get her fur tenderly stoked. I stared at the odd pair. The cat often found it difficult to befriend other living creatures, so I found hard to understand why she would take interest in a potential burglar, at least a rude law breaker.
"Who are you," I asked. Yes, I asked, even though I somewhat remembered to have seen this man before. He has gloved hands. This man wore driving gloves too, if it wasn't the same person. His face was blurred, so I couldn't be sure.
"Nobody," he answered, tone calm and collected, even a little bit depressed.
Goosebumps on my trained legs reminded me I should have dressed more properly. I pulled down the t-shirt I wore and crossed my arms to show I wasn't a scared rat, but the final boss of my own home. The cat was the first boss, and the (very silent, invincible) girl in my attic was the second boss. She can only be defeated if one enters the attic. Chances are low that ever happens.
I gave up on getting his name, the whole game would have been over if I got a name, wouldn't it?
"Why are you here?" I waited patiently for him to pull some bullshit out of his ass about an alien abduction, any unbelievable bullshit, but much to my irritation, he kept his mouth shut. Not even a silly joke went past his lips. And this could have been the right moment for a comedian's debut!
"Leave that cat alone and get out of here, or else I'll have to call the police." I pointed the kitchen knife at him for good measure. He didn't look very impressed or surprised, and relaxed where he sat. Our eyes met. I could see numerous shades of cray in there.
"Oh, really? Aren't you the bad guy here, holding me at knifepoint and everything? I just randomly followed you home. Maybe I'm a little bit lost? Maybe you could show he the way to your bedroom?" he rose up and kicked me in the shin, making me drop the knife. I made sure to pull away from it so it couldn't harm me while falling. Fortunately, the cat was now nowhere to be seen.
He picked up the weapon after slipping off his gloves, and I fell on my bottom, trying to escape. His laugh was sinister and it could only belong to a true madman. I scrambled to my feet. They weren't helping me much- one shaking more than the other.
He left me no choice but to go upstairs. I ran up the stairs, always looking behind my back to make sure he was walking slowly. I seeked safety in my bedroom after locking the door.
"Come out now," the intruder sang.
"Never!" I answered, and not in the playful way.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house away!" the guy has the nerve to quote a children's book at such a time?! Unheard!
"Then keep on blowing!" I shouted back. "I won't move from my spot. I'm stuck here."
I cried out in fear as the door caved in to the psychotic man. He smirked like silly, very proud with himself.
"You won't get away from me now, comrade. Never ever." he used his large body to block the exit. "Now your body is mine to take."
I blinked twice. On the floor there stood no madman anymore. Down I went- down the stairs to find my phone. I dialed the police's number.
"Hello? Have I come to the police?"
"Yes," a soothing woman's voice told me. "This is the national Norwegian Politi*. What can I help you with?"
I explained to her what had happened, and she promised to send an officer to investigate the case.
I waited for the officer and quickly opened the door when I heard somebody knock. I easily opened the front door for the supposed to be officer.
"It's good you've come, officer. I really am confused," I told the officer once he stepped over the doorframe.
"Right. Where should we start looking for proof?" he asked. I took a good look on him before answering;
"Upstairs, officer."
I led him upstairs to the room and wearily pointed to the door. "He broke down the door in order to get into the room where I earlier hid." I told him. A sudden hand on my shoulder confused me.
"Sir, two things are wrong."
"Oh?" my eyebrows rose in suspicion. He smiled at me, and I immediately knew what.
"Firstly, the door is not broken. Secondly, I'm not a cop."
I tried to run, but he had caught me in his strong arms. My eyes widened in fear.
"No! Let me go!" I shouted and pushed on his chest. He grabbed my chin and brought our lips roughly together. Wait, what?! I hit him and tried to kick with my legs, but he was too strong and I had no choice then to melt into his strong grip and sigh.
I woke up with cold sweat and heavy breathing. Sitting up in the bed, I grabbed my chest on the left side, feeling how my heart was drumming. What a wrong dream, if it even was a dream. I don't know anymore. So many weird things has happened in short time.
Translations: With the word Politi, I mean the Norwegian Police.
(This is not me trying to say homosexuality is wrong, I'm a lesbian myself! I thought it was charming to quote a children's book at such a time~ Leave a comment and tell me how it is, and how it can be improved, please! See ya all in next chapter!)
