Chapter 2: The Visit
I hadn't seen him for a week after that. In a way I was relieved, but I still had that sick feeling that he was still watching me, and would return to talk to me soon. I was already trying to make excuses not to talk to him. But the only good one I could come up with was to just ignore him, which I had a feeling I could not do. I knew that those mysteriously deep eyes would pull me in and trap me like a damsel in distress. I had a feeling that he was going to show that night, but he wasn't there at the club at all.
I thought about his absence on my way home. Over the years I had learned to trust my feelings, and it was starting to really bother me that the feeling I had at work was wrong. I pondered over it all as I walked home, trying to come up with a conclusion to what may have happened. My best guess was that he was there, I just never actually saw him. After all, he had to have been there a while in order to know what he had told me a week ago. But I still couldn't see how that would be. I knew that if he was there, then he would have wanted to talk to me. Though I didn't know what it would be about. Then I suddenly realized that though he knew me, I didn't know one thing about him. Not even his name. Which only left me to wonder more about him.
And so I walked on, and the further I walked, the more confused I became. Then, when I was only a block away from my house, the feeling I had at work came back, only stronger. It completely made me lose track of my thinking, and for some reason, I knew that he was waiting for me. The closer I got to home, the stronger my feeling became, and I knew for sure that I was right. I unlocked to front door of the apartment building, checked my mail real quick, even thought I knew I wouldn't have any, I just did it to delay the surprise I was sure to get when I got to my room. Then I hopped into the elevator to the fourth floor. Slowly I walked to my room, 425, and unlocked the door, and stepped inside. I took off my shoes, and walked through the tiny hall into the living room, and there he was, sitting in my chair. He stood up and faced me, smiling.
"Hello" he said.
"What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived!? How did you get in!?!" I asked, completely infuriated.
He only smiled back at me "I don't think any of that is important now" he answered. I could tell that he was up to something.
"Not important!?! Well, I think it's important! This is my house!! It's private!" I shouted back at him, but his smile never left his face.
"Come now, I think you're over reacting. Just have a seat." He gestured to the couch.
"I don't think I'm ever reacting one bit! What do you think you would do if a complete stranger you don't know just came into your house and waited for you to return home from work? What would you do?" I asked as I reluctantly sat down.
"It happens all the time!" he laughed as he sat back into my chair.
"So, what, do you have some kind of cult of strangers who scare people in their own homes?" I asked sarcastically.
He laughed "No, not at all" was his reply.
"What then?" I asked him.
"Absolutely nothing" he said "There is nothing to worry about."
"Well, you just said that you have people who you don't know coming into your house all the time." I said, trying to make some sense out of it all.
"Well, yes, I do believe I said that" he replied.
"Well, who are they then?"
"Just visitors" he answered. He obviously wasn't going to tell me any more that that.
"Alright. So, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Just thought I'd drop in and see how you are doing" he answered.
"That's not it." I said "There's more behind this visit, isn't there?"
All of a sudden he looked completely serious, and that look of seriousness scared me. "I want you to come with me" he said.
"Go with you!?!" I asked
"Yes, I'm going to need your help" he answered intently.
"And where to, may I ask?"
"I can't tell you that just yet" he was defiantly hiding something.
"So, you come into my house without me knowing, not even telling me who you are, and now you expect me to go with you and not even tell me where!? If you ask me, it sounds like some kind of trap. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to find someone else." I said angrily.
He stood up then. "That's your answer?" he asked.
"Yes, that is my answer" I replied.
He sighed "I thought I knew you better, Tyrsis"
"Well, you didn't. Now, will you please go?" I said coldly.
"As you wish" he replied and walked out the door.
I remained sitting on the couch for several minutes after his departure. I just could not understand what he wanted. But what bothered me the most was that he was definitely keeping something from me. He wanted me to go somewhere, but wouldn't tell me, as if it was some kind of dangerous quest. Through the conversation, I could almost tell what his intentions were, but it still wasn't clear. All I knew is that they weren't all too entirely good.
I hadn't seen him for a week after that. In a way I was relieved, but I still had that sick feeling that he was still watching me, and would return to talk to me soon. I was already trying to make excuses not to talk to him. But the only good one I could come up with was to just ignore him, which I had a feeling I could not do. I knew that those mysteriously deep eyes would pull me in and trap me like a damsel in distress. I had a feeling that he was going to show that night, but he wasn't there at the club at all.
I thought about his absence on my way home. Over the years I had learned to trust my feelings, and it was starting to really bother me that the feeling I had at work was wrong. I pondered over it all as I walked home, trying to come up with a conclusion to what may have happened. My best guess was that he was there, I just never actually saw him. After all, he had to have been there a while in order to know what he had told me a week ago. But I still couldn't see how that would be. I knew that if he was there, then he would have wanted to talk to me. Though I didn't know what it would be about. Then I suddenly realized that though he knew me, I didn't know one thing about him. Not even his name. Which only left me to wonder more about him.
And so I walked on, and the further I walked, the more confused I became. Then, when I was only a block away from my house, the feeling I had at work came back, only stronger. It completely made me lose track of my thinking, and for some reason, I knew that he was waiting for me. The closer I got to home, the stronger my feeling became, and I knew for sure that I was right. I unlocked to front door of the apartment building, checked my mail real quick, even thought I knew I wouldn't have any, I just did it to delay the surprise I was sure to get when I got to my room. Then I hopped into the elevator to the fourth floor. Slowly I walked to my room, 425, and unlocked the door, and stepped inside. I took off my shoes, and walked through the tiny hall into the living room, and there he was, sitting in my chair. He stood up and faced me, smiling.
"Hello" he said.
"What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived!? How did you get in!?!" I asked, completely infuriated.
He only smiled back at me "I don't think any of that is important now" he answered. I could tell that he was up to something.
"Not important!?! Well, I think it's important! This is my house!! It's private!" I shouted back at him, but his smile never left his face.
"Come now, I think you're over reacting. Just have a seat." He gestured to the couch.
"I don't think I'm ever reacting one bit! What do you think you would do if a complete stranger you don't know just came into your house and waited for you to return home from work? What would you do?" I asked as I reluctantly sat down.
"It happens all the time!" he laughed as he sat back into my chair.
"So, what, do you have some kind of cult of strangers who scare people in their own homes?" I asked sarcastically.
He laughed "No, not at all" was his reply.
"What then?" I asked him.
"Absolutely nothing" he said "There is nothing to worry about."
"Well, you just said that you have people who you don't know coming into your house all the time." I said, trying to make some sense out of it all.
"Well, yes, I do believe I said that" he replied.
"Well, who are they then?"
"Just visitors" he answered. He obviously wasn't going to tell me any more that that.
"Alright. So, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Just thought I'd drop in and see how you are doing" he answered.
"That's not it." I said "There's more behind this visit, isn't there?"
All of a sudden he looked completely serious, and that look of seriousness scared me. "I want you to come with me" he said.
"Go with you!?!" I asked
"Yes, I'm going to need your help" he answered intently.
"And where to, may I ask?"
"I can't tell you that just yet" he was defiantly hiding something.
"So, you come into my house without me knowing, not even telling me who you are, and now you expect me to go with you and not even tell me where!? If you ask me, it sounds like some kind of trap. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to find someone else." I said angrily.
He stood up then. "That's your answer?" he asked.
"Yes, that is my answer" I replied.
He sighed "I thought I knew you better, Tyrsis"
"Well, you didn't. Now, will you please go?" I said coldly.
"As you wish" he replied and walked out the door.
I remained sitting on the couch for several minutes after his departure. I just could not understand what he wanted. But what bothered me the most was that he was definitely keeping something from me. He wanted me to go somewhere, but wouldn't tell me, as if it was some kind of dangerous quest. Through the conversation, I could almost tell what his intentions were, but it still wasn't clear. All I knew is that they weren't all too entirely good.