ENTRY 6
SECRET ADMIRER

I scream in frustration as I crumble the little black card with red ink and throw it in the trash.

My sweet Bella,

We will be meeting soon, my love.

—E

Someone has been leaving these unsettling notes on my porch for weeks. I've asked my neighbors if they've seen anyone unusual, but they claim they haven't.

The messages seem generally harmless other than that they give me the creeps at the unidentified infatuation and admiration expressed in them.

It would almost be sweet if it were from someone I knew.

And if the faint blood on some of the cards is any indication, I don't think it's some harmless secret admirer.

It's late, and after a long, exhausting day at work, I just want to forget about it and get some rest.

I just hope I can catch him one day and get him to stop.

_SA_

I wake up startled in the middle of the night at what feels like fingers brushing against my cheek. My heart races, and I'm disoriented as I try to focus. I swear I see a shadow before my eyes adjust to the darkness—but nothing's there.

I sit up in bed, reach over to the nightstand to switch on the lamp, and rub my eyes as lightness fills the room. My eyes catch onto a familiar card as dread fills my stomach.

No.

It can't be.

This has to be a nightmare.

My trembling hands hesitantly grip the note as if it'll catch on fire and light my body in flames.

You look beautiful sleeping. I can't wait until we're far away from here and you're wrapped up in my sheets.

—Soon, E

Fear consumes every inch of me.

The glowing red numbers from the digital clock show it's 3am. I run to the front door first, followed by all the other doors and windows to make sure they're locked.

They are.

How the fuck did he get in here?

I must be losing my mind.

_SA_

I called in sick to work, needing to deal with this situation before something terrible happened, and there was no way I could focus on anything else.

I'm all jittery and not sure if it's from the nerves of being stalked by some psychopath or the lack of sleep and all the coffee I've consumed to stay awake.

At 9am, I head down to the police station to report the incident. They keep the cards as evidence and let me know they'll open a case and look into it. Whether they will or not, I'm not sure; we all know how cops can take certain situations of stalking lightly. They recommend installing security cameras and bringing them footage as soon as I find something.

Shouldn't that be their fucking job?

Feeling more frustrated than before I walked in there, I head to the nearest tech store to buy a security camera.

What a way to be spending Valentine's day—protecting myself from a stalker.

Not like I had any plans to spend it with anyone else anyway. The first man to give me attention in quite a while, and he has to be insane and a creep.

Just my luck.

Once I finally arrive home, my throat tightens when I see the bouquet of red roses at my front door.

This ends now.

I angrily grab the roses, ready to burn them and grab the card without reading it. I unlock the door and slam it behind me. I throw the roses on the counter, and as I head towards my bedroom, I freeze as I see red rose petals littering the floor.

A tall, lean, and stunning man wearing all black emerges from the shadows of my bedroom as I step back in shock until my back hits the wall. Tousled copper hair, pouty lips, sculpted cheekbones, and stubble covered his jaw.

Bella, no. Why the hell are you checking out this man that broke into your home and clearly has an obsession with you?

My mind screams to move, but my body won't let me.

My stalker slowly strides towards me, his haunting dark green eyes burning into mine. "I've wanted you for so long sweetheart, watched your every step, waited so long to make you mine. It's finally time." His voice is deep, rough yet smooth.

My body finally reacts as his hand reaches out to touch me. I turn to run, and as a scream escapes my lungs, I feel a tight grip around my ponytail, and I'm pulled into a hard chest as a hand covers my mouth from behind.

"Baby, shhh. You're not running. You're mine now to do as I please. You belong to me. I will treat you so good and give you everything you want," he says in a sweet yet bone-chilling tone that sends shivers down my spine.

I dig my teeth into the flesh of his hand as he growls out, "Fuck. Don't piss me off, baby. You won't like it. I'm trying to be a gentleman, but if you don't come with me willingly, I'll have to punish you, and you won't like it."

I don't listen to him and fight against the strong hold he has against me.

"I didn't want to do it this way,'' my attacker whispers in my ear before a cloth covers my mouth.

My vision goes hazy, sounds are muffled as my legs and arms become like jello, and I collapse into the strong arms holding me up. My eyes catch the words on the card still in my hand as my eyes fight to stay open.

Happy Valentine's day sweetheart, time to make you mine.

—Edward

If only I had read the card before I went inside.

"We'll finally be able to start our lives far away from here. You're fucking mine forever. Happy Valentine's day, baby," are the last words I hear before the world goes black.

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