Chapter 6: Meeting my stalker

I didn't attend school today since I felt weak and useless about going to school. I call Washington while pretending to have a cold since I usually have them because I pull off many all-nighters. He assured me to feel better once my "fever" has gone away. I was laying in bed feeling lifeless...I wasn't the Alexander Hamilton that I once was anymore. During the past two weeks were nothing but hell, with the endless phone calls, texts messages, and pictures of me and my family. There are times where I didn't bother to eat since what if I'm cooking or just eating...I know that someone is out there watching me. I kept the blinds closed all over the entire house so nobody could ever see me from the outside.

Dry tears stain my face while shaking highly underneath my bed covers. I didn't feel like getting out of bed but I've no choice. I'm apparently meeting the person that has been stalking me for almost a done month. The numbness has already consumed my body as I felt nothing while staring out to space for the entire day. Looking at my clock as I saw it was already 8:00 pm, which I've to get ready right now. Being wary in my own apartment in which sounded ridiculous but I can't help but be scared since knowing that I'm being watched by someone. I never realize how pale I looked since I haven't eaten much all day.

My phone began vibrating since cause my heart to skip a beat or two in which I almost shed tears. I notice my arm was shaking before answering the phone call. I couldn't believe that I'm actually doing this...meeting my stalker that is a threat to myself and my family. Who knows this man would do if I didn't meet him at school? Taking a deep breath before taking my gun out of my night drawer. I always kept a gun on me whenever I felt threaten and this night is one of those moments. Making sure I have hidden it well underneath my shirt as I place my gun in my belt.

"Hello" I spoke to while I continue to shake violently

"Don't forget...we have to meet at the front doors of your school. Is that understood?" He replied with such a deviously voice that brought chills down to my spine. I never realize how much a person's voice has such a sinister tone within them. Not wanting to anger this person I immediately responded.

"Yes, sir"

"Good, I'll be waiting "

My stalkers hangup on me as I collapse onto my knees before bursting into tears once again. I only sobbed for about 14 mins or less but I didn't care. Before leaving my apartment as I held Old Peggy in my arms for one last time. Wasn't sure if I was going to live for another day to see another daylight or be able to see the glorious Moon once again. Hell, I might not be able to see my beloved John again...I'll never confesses the love that I had for him. Letting the memories that my dearly John and I created together will always be on my mind even till my dying day.

Taking a deep breath as I left my apartment before walking to school on the quiet night of New York City. I use to enjoy my nightly walks but now I despise it since I couldn't be sure whether my stalker was following right beside me or right behind me. I don't why this psychopath assume I need to rescue from the family that cherishes me and loved me for who I am. Why did he involve the Social Service during our "little" video chat? I didn't understand since my mother died and I haven't seen in my father ever since he abandoned our family. I never forgive him for leaving our family in depth. Our mother did everything to keep a roof over me and my brother's head despite how income our family is.

Brushing those harsh memories aside as I continue my walk toward the front doors of the school. My heart was pounding against my chest since it was the only sound to my ears. The entire part of the neighborhood where the school is located has fallen asleep. The streetlights were the guidance that leads me to the front doors of the school. I saw the creep that has been stalking me, making my entire body and my blood frozen in fear. Feeling a whip of cold wind hitting me cold-hearted, I wanted to turn around and run away but soon my phone vibrate. Shakily grabbing my phone before reading the text that was clear and bright on my phone screen.

"Don't you dare fucking run"

I continue walking even though my mind was telling me to run away and hide somewhere but I didn't listen. Deciding that it would be best to just keep on walking straight to the front doors and identify this person name so I can report him to the authority. Even though he may give me a fake name but I might get the chance to get a picture of his face or perhaps something. Finally, I was standing face to face of my stalker who kept his face down on the ground before looking around the surrounding between us. The intention of the silence that flooded the air soon raise red flags in my mind, I want to run or scream but if I did then I'm a goner or my family will be. I decided to keep my mouth as my stalker walked around me.

"You have grown so much in the past 7 years since I last saw you. You resemble like me, as your father" he said which causes everything in my mind went blank for a moment. Did I hear it right? Was my ears playing jokes with me? My stalker...is my own father. The same man that abandoned my family for almost a decade ago. My blood went cold for a moment as I began vomiting on the grass. My entire body began shaking violently as I felt this creep rubbing in a fatherly manner. I push that creep away from me..soon knowingly that this man...is my father.

He remove his face mask and black cap in order to reveal his face which prove that this man is my father. I couldn't forget that black and green snake tattoo that was printed on his neck. His dark brown hair nearly resemble as my own. His dark pitch black eyes pierce through my soul before hugging me tightly into his arms. I push that creep away before walking away from him.

"Who the fucking hell you think you are by just stalking me?! How dare make my life a living hell as you blackmail constantly to the point where I couldn't even leave my own apartment!" I shouted as tears were streaming down my face.

"I know you're upset with me, Alexander but look around. I'm here now and I'm gonna take you away from the Washington! We must go now" My father grabbed my arm tightly as he was dragging me to a black SUV but I intended to pull away but this monster smack me harshly across the face. Tears stream down my face as I held my stinging red cheek. James (My father first name) eyes widen in shock while looking at his hands. Sighing sadly and what it seems in regret before hugging me tightly.

"I'm sorry son...but we have to go now," my father said and attempted to grab my arm again but I pull out my gun and pointed right out in his face.

"I'm not going anywhere with you"