Chapter Five

Meredith waits until the police leave Stacy Robert's room before she enters. She stops only a few feet from the doorway. Both Stacy and Emily survived but will most likely have nasty scars running down the side of their faces.

Stacy stares at Meredith as she enters the room. But Meredith doesn't stare at her eyes; she stares at the gash on her face. It took 25 stitches to close Stacy's wound. The gash has a slight curvature that starts just below her eye, curves inwards towards her nose and stops at her jaw line. It's black and yellow and causes the right side of her face to swell.

"It's ugly, isn't it?"

Meredith jumps at the sound of Stacy's voice. She was so preoccupied with her injury that she forgot there was actually somebody other than her in the room.

She looks Stacy in the eyes and notices that they resemble her own. She smiles and walks to the bed. "No, of course not. Once it heals, it'll look better."

Stacy gives a sad smile. She looks Meredith over. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Me—" Meredith stops. She's sure the police told her about the name written on her forehead, and she doesn't feel right telling Stacy her name. "I'm… I'm…umm… I just wanted to check on you."

"That's sweet," Stacy says.

Meredith immediately picks up Stacy's kindness even after all she's been through. "Get some rest," she says before turning around.

"Good-bye, Meredith," Stacy says.

Meredith stops and turns around. "How'd you know?"

"The look in your eyes. They're soft. I can tell you care."

Meredith smiles. She steps back towards Stacy. "I'm sorry that this happened to you."

"Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong."

Meredith nods and smiles. "Take care." She turns and exits the room.

xoxo

Meredith sighs as she closes the front door. She quickly locks it and turns to face the living room. Scanning it with her eyes, she sits on the couch and slips her shoes off. She leans against the back of the couch and looks around. She was supposed to make a quick stop at the store but was too exhausted. After talking to Stacy, she needs to be alone to think. That's why Zola's in daycare and Derek is at work, much to his refusal. He's afraid to leave his wife alone and only agreed this time because she promised to call every half hour.

She grabs the remote control and flicks on the TV, unaware of the pair eyes trained directly on her.

xoxo

He hears the key being inserted into the lock and begins to panic. Who is it? Derek is at work. It could be Meredith, but he's not ready for that yet. He hopes it's Derek. He has to eliminate the threat. Now is as good as any. Besides he doesn't know when he's going to get an opportunity. Without a second thought he leaps up the stairs and hangs his head over the railing, careful to stay out of sight of whoever is home.

It's Meredith.

He watches her. She shuts the door and locks it and turns around, before disappearing out of sight. He slowly creeps back down the stairs, trying to catch a glimpse of Meredith. He quickly catches sight of her on the couch, taking her shoes off. He watches her as she flicks through TV channels. He begins to breathe harder, trying to catch his breath. Her beauty captivates him. She glow from the TV illuminates her silhouette. He looks around the house. It's the first time he's been in Meredith's house and it's beautiful. Of course it's nothing compared to what he can offer her.

He smiles as he slowly tiptoes towards her, pulling a pocketknife from his back pocket. The sound of the TV drowns out any possible noise he might make. This is what allows him to get close to Meredith without detection. He quickly and easily places the knife to her throat. He feels her body jump and halt.

Hey guys, thanks for reading. I didn't think anybody would like this. And a special thanks to all of you who review. It's actually ironic because my ex is beginning to be a creeper and stalkerish lol