Author's Note: Chapter three is complete! I know... it is insanly short, but bare with me. I didnt see it fit to give away more than what I did. As always share your thoughts :)
Bug was delighted to see his favorite assortment of foods waiting for him in the kitchen. Aunt May had ordered pepperoni pizza, and bought Dr. Pepper and pudding to go along with it. A smile grew on his face, reaching his eyes.
"Thanks Aunt May." He said. There was a flicker of pleasure in her eyes as she looked at Bug.
"Go on and get your serving." Leah said. She was grinning as well.
The terrible thoughts he had been thinking only moments ago had evaporated, at least temporarily. He sat down at the table with his plate full of food. Leah sat next to him and nudged him playfully.
"Well don't just stare at it." She laughed. Bug chuckled softly as he took his first bite. It was absolutely delicious. He mumbled another thanks to Aunt May. She smiled politely and took a piece of pizza. She wasn't much of a big eater herself, but she couldn't resist pizza.
Once dinner was finished Leah pulled Bug aside.
"So, you know how you have been talking to that Hayley girl?" She suppressed giggles as she spoke. Bug raised one eyebrow as if to say, yeah?
"Well, I took the opportunity to talk to her between classes. She is really sweet, and she is really into you. So I invited her over sometime this week, we could all hang out." Bug could feel his face flushing. It wasn't that he didn't like Hayley; it was that he didn't know if he liked Hayley. Girls made him nervous, his claustrophobia worsened when he was around them.
"Are you okay with that?" Leah arched her eyebrows. Bug nodded hesitantly and gave her a smile.
"She is cool. I just don't understand how she could be so bubbly.
Leah laughed; she stood and squeezed his shoulders before walking away. He sighed and settled onto the couch. A moment later his phone rang. It was an unknown number.
"Hello?" He said as he answered his phone. There was only a heavy breathing sound. He repeated himself, there was still no answer. Then after a moment of hesitation, someone spoke.
"Hello, my son." Then the call ended. He stared at the phone in his hand a moment, then set it down and eyed it cautiously. That voice was so familiar to him. It haunted him in his sleep, waking him up in the middle of the night. Bug remembered when he had barricaded his window after one of his nightmares.
The voice had sounded like a deep, crackly, inhuman voice. It was menacing and bloodthirsty. It was the Ripper. Bug was almost sure of it.