Chapter 3
Suspicions
Gray was lying on the floor, covered in blood. I quickly rushed over to him to see if he was still alive. A sob caught in my throat when I saw the look in his eyes, the look of fear and death.
So this had been the serious consequence? A murder, just because I danced with somebody else? From that moment on, I swore that I would catch my stalker and avenge Gray. And hopefully not let anybody else get hurt because of me.
A few minutes later my Dad came in and as I sobbed uncontrollably into him, I told him that somebody had broken into the house and hurt Gray while we were gone and he had bled to death. Of course I had no idea what had really happened, but I didn't want him to know about my stalker or think that I had killed my own brother. Luckily the blood was still wet, so I had been able to wash it off the wall before he came home.
The funeral was three days later and Cliff and Jack both showed up with flowers and kind words. But one of them didn't seem to feel as sorry as they should have. Or maybe the other one was putting up and act and being overly sorry . . . I couldn't tell.
The night after the funeral I lie awake in my bed and could have sworn I heard somebody standing next to my bed and breathing. I sat up and looked around before saying loudly enough to be heard through the room,
"Come out, Jack, or Cliff, or whoever you are! Why won't you just show yourself and leave me alone?"
I choked back a sob, when I was done, tears beginning to form behind my eyes. I watched something float down from my ceiling and land on the end of my bed. I quickly snatched it up, turning on my bedside lamp. It was another note.
This one read:
Darling Ann-
I would love to reveal myself to you but then I wouldn't make a very good stalker would I? If you want to avoid any more trouble, stay inside. That way you can't mess up again.
Sincerely, The Stalker
I ripped up the note into hundreds of tiny pieces and laughed. That would show him what I thought of listening to a word he said. I decided to pay a visit to both boys tomorrow morning. I eventually fell into a fitful sleep, ever aware of the presence of somebody else in my room with me.
The next morning as soon as I got up I made my way over to Jack's farm. I knocked on his door and backed off a few steps, waiting for him to emerge. He finally came out, looking surprised as he saw me.
"Uh, hey Ann!" he said to me.
I raised my left eyebrow, something I have a habit of doing, as he said that. He seemed too surprised. I cleared my throat before saying to him,
"Hello, Jack. Can I see your left hand for a second?"
He hesitated for a second and then stuck out his white gloved hand. I removed the glove, and saw that there was no cut on his hand, nothing that would have made him bleed the day before.
"Thanks Jack, that's all that I wanted to see" I said coldly, making my way towards the mountains to find Cliff.
When I finally found Cliff, I walked over to him, smiling-well, trying to anyway. He saw me coming and his eyes lit up as he came over to me.
"Hey Ann!" he greeted me. I waved back in mock friendliness. I still had to think of something that might let me know who my stalker truly was. I had a strange feeling that it was Jack, but then again, Cliff was a wild, wandering. . .dude.
"Hey, Cliff! What are you up to right now?" I asked him, wanting to see if he was involved in an activity or if he could have been following me around. . .
"Well, you see, actually. . .nothing right now." Aha! So he could have been following me. I turned to him, ready to question him about a few other things, but he had vanished. My face turned hot in anger and embarrassment as I stomped back to the ranch.
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A/N: Yes, horrible chapter...horribly short. Sorry it couldn't have been better but I was away for most of my break and didn't get much time to write...the next chapter will probably be the last... I'm running out of ideas for this story and have another one in my head. =)
Gray was lying on the floor, covered in blood. I quickly rushed over to him to see if he was still alive. A sob caught in my throat when I saw the look in his eyes, the look of fear and death.
So this had been the serious consequence? A murder, just because I danced with somebody else? From that moment on, I swore that I would catch my stalker and avenge Gray. And hopefully not let anybody else get hurt because of me.
A few minutes later my Dad came in and as I sobbed uncontrollably into him, I told him that somebody had broken into the house and hurt Gray while we were gone and he had bled to death. Of course I had no idea what had really happened, but I didn't want him to know about my stalker or think that I had killed my own brother. Luckily the blood was still wet, so I had been able to wash it off the wall before he came home.
The funeral was three days later and Cliff and Jack both showed up with flowers and kind words. But one of them didn't seem to feel as sorry as they should have. Or maybe the other one was putting up and act and being overly sorry . . . I couldn't tell.
The night after the funeral I lie awake in my bed and could have sworn I heard somebody standing next to my bed and breathing. I sat up and looked around before saying loudly enough to be heard through the room,
"Come out, Jack, or Cliff, or whoever you are! Why won't you just show yourself and leave me alone?"
I choked back a sob, when I was done, tears beginning to form behind my eyes. I watched something float down from my ceiling and land on the end of my bed. I quickly snatched it up, turning on my bedside lamp. It was another note.
This one read:
Darling Ann-
I would love to reveal myself to you but then I wouldn't make a very good stalker would I? If you want to avoid any more trouble, stay inside. That way you can't mess up again.
Sincerely, The Stalker
I ripped up the note into hundreds of tiny pieces and laughed. That would show him what I thought of listening to a word he said. I decided to pay a visit to both boys tomorrow morning. I eventually fell into a fitful sleep, ever aware of the presence of somebody else in my room with me.
The next morning as soon as I got up I made my way over to Jack's farm. I knocked on his door and backed off a few steps, waiting for him to emerge. He finally came out, looking surprised as he saw me.
"Uh, hey Ann!" he said to me.
I raised my left eyebrow, something I have a habit of doing, as he said that. He seemed too surprised. I cleared my throat before saying to him,
"Hello, Jack. Can I see your left hand for a second?"
He hesitated for a second and then stuck out his white gloved hand. I removed the glove, and saw that there was no cut on his hand, nothing that would have made him bleed the day before.
"Thanks Jack, that's all that I wanted to see" I said coldly, making my way towards the mountains to find Cliff.
When I finally found Cliff, I walked over to him, smiling-well, trying to anyway. He saw me coming and his eyes lit up as he came over to me.
"Hey Ann!" he greeted me. I waved back in mock friendliness. I still had to think of something that might let me know who my stalker truly was. I had a strange feeling that it was Jack, but then again, Cliff was a wild, wandering. . .dude.
"Hey, Cliff! What are you up to right now?" I asked him, wanting to see if he was involved in an activity or if he could have been following me around. . .
"Well, you see, actually. . .nothing right now." Aha! So he could have been following me. I turned to him, ready to question him about a few other things, but he had vanished. My face turned hot in anger and embarrassment as I stomped back to the ranch.
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A/N: Yes, horrible chapter...horribly short. Sorry it couldn't have been better but I was away for most of my break and didn't get much time to write...the next chapter will probably be the last... I'm running out of ideas for this story and have another one in my head. =)