The next day Stephanie was at home looking outside the window every five minutes. Paranoid, she was afraid John was now after her. She hadn't slept since that night and couldn't imagine closing her eyes for even a minute without remembering John and what he did to her. Every little detail frightened her, whether it was the ringing of the phone or just noises outside like birds chirping. She was still in the same clothes she was in when John had raped her. She was afraid of even changing her clothes and looking at them and looking at the results of the rape. She's now more afraid than ever. Afraid to take a shower, afraid to leave a room, afraid to sleep, afraid to wake up. She didn't know who to call and what to tell them. Stephanie was now isolated from the whole world. If her best friend could do this to her… then who else can do such a disgusting thing to her? She only had one friend to turn to… and she had to go to another room to see that friend. Stephanie entered a relatively cool room with large holes in the wall. It was nothing more than a wine cellar. The holes in the wall make the wine even cooler, that she learned from an old friend who was an expert with wine. She grabbed a bottle of wine and went to the kitchen and got a win glass. She poured a glass of wine and drank it down. It wasn't enough for her because she poured another glass and drank it down. She grabbed the bottle of wine and glass and walked back to the living room. Again, she looked outside the window to see if anyone was coming… John especially.
"This isn't helping." Stephanie said and put down the glass.
She went back into the kitchen and found some gin. She took out a shot glass and began to take shots of gin. It was a bit strong for a second because she hadn't taken shots of alcohol in so long. She took a few more shots before trying to find another drink.
"What the hell am I doing?" Stephanie asked herself.
She began to cry and got into a fetal position. Holding herself, crying, all alone, and hurt. She tried getting up by holding onto the kitchen countertop and once she got up, she closed her eyes and took in a few breaths. She opened her eyes and looked around her environment. The phone rang and Stephanie jumped. Her heart pumped and as the phone rang, she wondered whether to answer it or not. What if it was John? She let the phone ring and not once did she come to the phone to answer it. Her phone rang again and again; Stephanie did not answer it. The phone stopped ringing after three rings and now, her cell phone began to ring. She went to find it and saw through the LCD screen who it was: John. Her cell phone stopped ringing and Stephanie let out a sigh of relief, but John left a message. She listened to the voicemail and regretted it.
"Hey, Steph, it's me, John. Listen, I know you're a little shaken up about last night but I want to talk to you about it. So if you can meet me at my house in an hour, it'll be great. So I hope I'll see you there…" John said in the voicemail but Stephanie did not listen to the entire message. She deleted it right away before John said something to get her shaken up even more than now. She began to cry and finally broke down into tears. She threw her cell phone across the room and screamed at the top of lungs. She couldn't bear to go back to John's home muchtheless even look at him now. She sat on her couch crying all day and drinking.
John waited for her call but he never received any word from her. He waited for her arrival but she never showed up. He only had one thing to do: go visit her.
"Fine, Stephanie. If you're not going to come here… then I'll come down myself." John said.
He got in his car and drove over to her house.
He arrived at her house and knocked on the door. Stephanie was upstairs looking out her window and saw John downstairs. She got away from the window and stayed away from the window before he spotted her.
"Oh my God, what do I do?" Stephanie asked herself.
John rang the bell several times but no one answered the door. Each doorbell made Stephanie jump and cry harder and harder. All she did was ignore the bell and beg for John to leave. The doorbell stopped ringing after several seconds. She noticed that and carefully looked out the window and saw that John wasn't at the front door but his car was still out in front… and he wasn't in the car. Frightened, Stephanie did not where to go. The only place where she was safe was in the room she was in. She ran and locked the door and windows of that room and pulled the shades and stayed in the room and looked around.
What Stephanie didn't suspect at all was that while she was looking outside the window to see where John was, he entered her home and hid in the closet of that room. Stephanie wasn't alone and safe after all.
John spied on her and watched her every move. He stared at her body and beauty.
Thinking it was safe enough to come out, Stephanie unlocked her door and left the room. John, slowly getting out of the closet, smiled and looked at the door. He opened the door and searched for Stephanie. As he walked through the long corridors, he heard something. Water… like someone taking a shower. He followed the sound and led him to a bathroom. He quietly turned the knob and opened the door. A walk-in shower was where she was. A clear walk-in shower. He could see her bare body and John said on the edge of the jacuzzi and watched Stephanie take a shower.
After watching her for almost an hour, Stephanie turned off the water and John quickly left the bathroom before she suspected someone was in the bathroom. He walked as fast as he could through the corridors and left the house without her ever knowing he was inside her home all along. He got in his car and drove back home while Stephanie put on some new clothes and left the bathroom and looked out the window to see if John was gone or not. She didn't see his car and let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God." Stephanie said.