A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update this! Also, thanks for the kind
reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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"What are you doing here?" She asked in a shaky voice. Her back was still towards him. She didn't move.
"Ah, checking up on my girl."
"I'm not your girl." She said, firmly.
She could hear his footsteps approaching her. She closed her eyes as he came into view. His face brings back haunting memories.
He started to talk. "I would of came sooner but," He paused. "Look at me!" He yelled. She opened her eyes and stared at him. "That's disrespectful. That's not how I raise you."
"How you raise me, huh? You didn't do shit but ruin my life." She hissed.
"Don't talk back to me!" He raised his hand in mid air, about to slap her. He didn't though. He brought his hand back by his side and continued to talk.
"As I was saying, I would have come sooner but you and that man were sleeping on the couch for hours."
She stared at him. Not moving, still shocked by how he was going to hit her. This was a dream, right? She wanted to pinch her arm to wake herself up from this nightmare. Only this wasn't a dream, he was more alive than anything right now.
Suddenly out of thought, she looked over his shoulder where the crashed T.V. lays and the opened window. It hit her, how did he know where she lived?
"How did you find me?" She asked, looking at him. His face was dark and golden. He looked like a God. No. Not a God. He was Satan himself. She wanted to spit on him, to tell him to get the hell out of here. The sad thing was, she couldn't. She was too scared of what he might do.
"It's called a phone book."
She closed her eyes. Why did she put her number there along with her address? That was just foolish. Maybe she thought she'd never see him, again. She opened her eyes, he was staring at her. He looked honest and charming, yet he wasn't. She still wanted to spit on him. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him dead.
"What are you staring at?"
She didn't say anything instead she ignored him and asked the questions.
"What are you doing here? I mean what are you really doing here?"
"I don't think you need to ask that."
She suddenly moved backwards.
No. What are you doing? You're strong now. Use all that training they taught you when you were a rookie.
He moved forwards as she still moved backwards.
Stop! Don't let him know you're scared of him. You're strong now. You're not hopeless as you were when you were a kid. Fight him!
She checked her pockets as she continued to move backwards. She found her pepper spray.
He stopped moving forward and looked down at the gun he had in his hand. He must have forgotten he had it. She stopped and quickly got her pepper spray to her side.
"So, why do you have a gun? Are you a policewoman or is it here to protect you?"
She shrugged. She was not going to tell him anymore information than he already knows.
He was still looking at the gun, admiring it. At that moment, he raised his head and she had the can of pepper spray to his face. Ready to spray it.
Everything froze. She stood there, unmoving. He stared at her, raising her gun to her face.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, understand?"
She shrugged, again. Giving him a sideway smile, she sprayed right into his eyes.
He bended down to the floor, in pain. She raced to the front door and out into the hall.
"Bitch!" He screamed as he ran after her, shooting but only hearing a clicking noise. There were no clips in it. He curse at it and threw it down to the floor.
She turned a corner, and ran down long flights of stairs. He was right on her heel, but tripping as he ran. His eye sight was still blurry.
She would be outside in minutes, there she would run for a mile and lose him. Hopefully.
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TBC.
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"What are you doing here?" She asked in a shaky voice. Her back was still towards him. She didn't move.
"Ah, checking up on my girl."
"I'm not your girl." She said, firmly.
She could hear his footsteps approaching her. She closed her eyes as he came into view. His face brings back haunting memories.
He started to talk. "I would of came sooner but," He paused. "Look at me!" He yelled. She opened her eyes and stared at him. "That's disrespectful. That's not how I raise you."
"How you raise me, huh? You didn't do shit but ruin my life." She hissed.
"Don't talk back to me!" He raised his hand in mid air, about to slap her. He didn't though. He brought his hand back by his side and continued to talk.
"As I was saying, I would have come sooner but you and that man were sleeping on the couch for hours."
She stared at him. Not moving, still shocked by how he was going to hit her. This was a dream, right? She wanted to pinch her arm to wake herself up from this nightmare. Only this wasn't a dream, he was more alive than anything right now.
Suddenly out of thought, she looked over his shoulder where the crashed T.V. lays and the opened window. It hit her, how did he know where she lived?
"How did you find me?" She asked, looking at him. His face was dark and golden. He looked like a God. No. Not a God. He was Satan himself. She wanted to spit on him, to tell him to get the hell out of here. The sad thing was, she couldn't. She was too scared of what he might do.
"It's called a phone book."
She closed her eyes. Why did she put her number there along with her address? That was just foolish. Maybe she thought she'd never see him, again. She opened her eyes, he was staring at her. He looked honest and charming, yet he wasn't. She still wanted to spit on him. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him dead.
"What are you staring at?"
She didn't say anything instead she ignored him and asked the questions.
"What are you doing here? I mean what are you really doing here?"
"I don't think you need to ask that."
She suddenly moved backwards.
No. What are you doing? You're strong now. Use all that training they taught you when you were a rookie.
He moved forwards as she still moved backwards.
Stop! Don't let him know you're scared of him. You're strong now. You're not hopeless as you were when you were a kid. Fight him!
She checked her pockets as she continued to move backwards. She found her pepper spray.
He stopped moving forward and looked down at the gun he had in his hand. He must have forgotten he had it. She stopped and quickly got her pepper spray to her side.
"So, why do you have a gun? Are you a policewoman or is it here to protect you?"
She shrugged. She was not going to tell him anymore information than he already knows.
He was still looking at the gun, admiring it. At that moment, he raised his head and she had the can of pepper spray to his face. Ready to spray it.
Everything froze. She stood there, unmoving. He stared at her, raising her gun to her face.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, understand?"
She shrugged, again. Giving him a sideway smile, she sprayed right into his eyes.
He bended down to the floor, in pain. She raced to the front door and out into the hall.
"Bitch!" He screamed as he ran after her, shooting but only hearing a clicking noise. There were no clips in it. He curse at it and threw it down to the floor.
She turned a corner, and ran down long flights of stairs. He was right on her heel, but tripping as he ran. His eye sight was still blurry.
She would be outside in minutes, there she would run for a mile and lose him. Hopefully.
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TBC.