Well, another chapter~ shall we then...
Me and ember made a good fifty bucks by the end of the night. We split the cash and we began heading home.
"Yo, i gotta get home before my mom flips some shit, see ya later dude~" Ember turned and ran down the street before I could even say bye.
"... Typical Em..." I mumbled.
I started walking down the remotely empty road, a few cars, or couples here and there, occasional drunkards in the alleys. Things I was familiar with.
But I couldn't shake this feeling that in was being followed.
No... No no no... Not again..!
I'd try to steal a glance behind me once in awhile.
Yeah... That guy is definitely trailing me...
There was a very burly man, behind me, his hands in his jacket pockets.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Alexander's number, thank god he had given it to me earlier.
"Yo."
"Alexander... S-someone's following me..." I told him in a hushed voice.
"Where are you right now?"
"I-I'm on my way h-home..."
"Move as fast as you can without looking suspicious, if you have to run, make it look like your late for something, pretend to check the time, or just say some random line into the phone." He instructed.
I re-positioned my bass strap so it was slung across my shoulders more comfortably. I started speed walking.
I glanced back, the guys was moving a bit faster now, pushing people out of the way to keep up his speed.
"H-he's moving f-faster now...!"
"Don't worry, do what I told you..."
"Oh-okay mom! I'll get home soon, don't worry I'll hurry"
"... Is that really the best one you can think of right now?"
"Mom, I'll finish my homework when I get home. You know I don't work well under pressure!"
"I'm just surprised you haven't stuttered through this..."
I began running a full sprint.
"I don't need your sarcasm mom, I'm hurrying okay?!"
The man was jogging after me.
I was at the doors to my building.
"Alright mom I'm in the lobby I'm going up the stairs now!"
"The second you get inside lock the door and hide, alright?"
"Yeah, okay I'll feed the cat."
I was really just saying random crap at this point. I was skipping 3 steps at a time on the stairs, when I reached the fourth floor I looked over the balcony and saw the many open the door to the stairwell.
"Yuki, I'm eight blocks away from the building, it's gonna take me at least ten minutes to get there, you have to hold out for that long okay?"
"Got it..."
I through the door open and slammed it behind me.
Andrew once told me something about having multiple locks on doors...
If you have four locks on a door, only lock, like two of them, that way if someone tries to pick them, they'll end up locking the others.
I locked one of the three locks of my door and threw my bass on the couch.
"I-I'm hiding under my bed..." I whispered to Alexander as I ran to my room.
"Don't make a sound. Hold your breath if you have to."
I heard a knock at my front door. I dove under the bed, and stared out to the gaps.
My heart was beating straight out of my chest.
"Alexander... Is he going to kill me...?" I asked my eyes watering at the thought.
"Don't start fucking thinking like that! I'm on my way! I'm not gonna let him touch you!"
I sniffled a little, as I heard the man start fiddling with the locks.
"P-promise..."
"I swear to god I won't let him near you."
I nodded, even though he couldn't see it.
"Stay quiet..."
I heard the man outside grumbling in frustration.
Thank god Andrew told me the lock trick.
I suddenly heard a loud thump.
"Alexander... He's trying to bust the door down..."
"I'm five minutes away... Yuki, if they get you, be annoying, make them want to take you back, piss them off to no end. Kick and scream, draw as much attention as you can.
"Hurry..."
I heard a louder thud.
And another...
And another...
"Yuki, hide your phone somewhere, make him think you don't have it."
"Okay..."
I reached out of the gap and pulled my discarded batman hoodie towards me. I managed to slip it on, I placed my phone in a small tear on the inside lining near my neck.
I let out a small gasp as I heard one final thud and I could only assume my door had been busted open.
"He's inside..." I whispered.
"I'm two blocks away! Just hold on!"
I knew he didn't intend for me to hear him, but I heard him cursing under his breath. 'Im not gonna make it...'
I held my breath as I heard his footsteps move through my home.
Judging by the sound he had opened the door to my parents room. He found nothing of interest in there and made his way to the kitchen. He chuckled out loud.
"I don't see a cat so far~ I wonder who you were really on the phone with~?"
He steps made there way towards the band room. "Come out come out wherever you are~ Rosa~
"... He knows my name..."
"Well, Yuki, he's clearly a stalker... I'm a block away."
"Lovely miss Rosa likes music... Her favorite bands are, my chemical romance, sleeping with sirens, greenday, blink-182, black veil brides, breaking Benjamin, Fall out boy, panic at the disco... I could name more, but I know rosa knows her own favorite bands..."
He must have seen my bass on the couch.
"Lovely Rosa is here... I saw her carrying that bass, I didn't pass her on the way down.
Where are you Rosa~ I'm not gonna hurt you~"
He laughed maniacally. "I just want to play with you."
I pulled my hood over my head, trying to blend into the darkness. I heard a faint plucking noise.
THAT JERKS TOUCHING MY INSTRUMENT！
His footsteps got closer to my door.
Where's Liam Neeson when you need him?!
I held my breath, my eyes fixed on the door to my room.
"I'm across the street now!"
My door slowly creaked open.
I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here.
"Rosa, I know you're in here~"
I watched his feet move from my door, he started meandering around my room.
"Peut-être es-tu dans le placard?" he asked in French.
I roughly translated that to 'maybe you're in the closet?'
He did that on purpose, he knew I spoke French.
"I'm on my way up the stairs. Don't move. Don't even breath."
Please hurry.
"Aw... You weren't in the closet, maybe you're under the desk."
He knew where I was, he was just toying with me.
He leaned down and pulled my chair away from my desk.
"Those roses are pretty, just like you..." He paused for a minute, then his tone became darker and angry. "Who gave them to you?! You belong to me and nobody else!"
His hand smashed into the vase and sent the flowers flying into the wall, in turn the glass shattered and the roses fell to the ground.
"Damn it Yuki, why do you have live on the top fucking floor?!"
I held my breath as he stepped towards my bed.
"Hello Rosa." He said as he was face to face with me, grinning like a madman.
As most of you must have realized, I do swear every so often, but not that much.
But At that moment when he grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards, i let out the lengthiest chain of profanities people can fathom, lots of bars of soap would be coming my way because some mother was going to be furious at my colorful vocabulary.
I started kicking and screaming and crying, as the man held me still.
"ALEXANDER!"I screamed as loud as I could. I could hear him, he seemed to be on the eighth flight of stairs.
"Shit! YUKI!" He yelled, he was seriously double timing his step.
The man grabbed my head in his ridiculously large hands. "Lovely Rosa, don't scream, I just wanna play with you." His smirk didn't seem all that friendly, so he definitely wasn't talking about monopoly. His grin was almost lustful. Scratch that. It was lustful, that is the only thing that can describe that.
"NOPE. .NOPE. SO MUCH NOPE!" I yelled shaking my head attempting to squirm my way out of the iron grip on my head.
I couldn't move very well. So I did the next best thing I could.
I bit his hand. I started shaking my head, like what a dog would do.
He cried out in annoyance more than pain.
I was thrown across my room like a ragdoll. I was slammed into a wall. I fell to the floor much like the flowers had earlier.
My glasses had fallen off my face in the process. Not to mention my hair was in my face.
My vision, as you can imagine, was very poor.
I let out a small moan as my nerves had caught up on what had just happened, and the pain shot through me. I had landed in the shards of the vase.
That definitely caused a concussion...
I knew he was walking towards me, I couldn't even move.
"GET AWAY FROM HER YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
The man was tackled to the ground, whoever was on top of him was relentlessly punching him in the face, as far as i could guess at least.
The puncher grabbed the man by his collar and dragged his unconscious body outside my apartment and into the hall, judging by the cries of pain, he was being beaten with something, and then pushed down the stairs.
My savior made his way back to me. I rolled onto my stomach and tried sitting up. He knelt down next to me and helped me into a kneeling position.
"Yuki, you okay?... Yuki? Yuki?!" I collapsed into Alexander's arms and began sobbing hysterically.
"I-I-I-I've never been s-so scared in my life! I-I- w-why was he-"
Alexander interrupted me. "Yuki! For fucks sake! You're okay! That peice of shit is gone, he's never gonna go near ya again!"
I continued to wail and sob, despite his reassuring tone.
"Did he hurt you..?" Alexander asked me quietly.
"I-I t-think I h-have a concussion..."
"Shit..!" Alexander hissed. "That fucker... Bastards gonna be burnin' in hell any minute..."
I jolted in surprise. "Y-you ki-killed-"
He covered my mouth before I could scream.
"No. I didn't. Someone's gonna find him, turn him into the police, I recognize that guy, he's an escaped convict, on death row. I beat him half to death, threw him down the stairs. He's still kickin, but they're gonna kill him. Okay? Don't freak out, you have a concussion, don't over react."
It wasn't like I could really do much, even if I screamed and ran, my neighbors sure wouldn't help me, not to mention I was incredibly disoriented, running from Alexander wasn't exactly an option.
"Now Yuki. I'm gonna take you to Oliver, he'll fix ya up, Kay?"
I nodded and Alexander moved his hand off my mouth.
He scooped me up with one hand and began carrying me out of the newly made mess of my home, on the stairwell, I saw blurry red blotches dotting the walls and stairs.
Alexander had brought me through the door of his apartment, as he closed the door behind us, we heard the scream of an older women who lived in one of the lower apartments, she must have found the body.
"Oliver! Get your ass out here and help Yuki!"
"Rosie, poppet~ what happe-" he stopped and dropped the dish he was cleaning. "Her head! It's bleeding!"
"No, really?!" Alexander glared at him.
"How did that happen?! Put her down on the couch right this instant!" Oliver ordered him.
"I-I'm bleeding...?" I asked as Alexander gently placed me down.
"Don't worry about it, just stay awake." He told me.
Alexander walked away from me and rested something against the wall, i assumed it was the bat with nails, based on the red dots around it, that's what he had beaten the man with.
My eyes were heavy, but I did my best to keep them open.
I raised my trembling hand to where my head hurt the most, pulling it in front of my face I found it soaked with my blood.
"Rosie, love, we need to clean the wound up, try sitting up for me, I'm going to have to put pressure on it, It may hurt a little." Arthur told me, he held my head in place with one hand and held a wet rag in the other.
Sometime later when he wrapped a bandage around my head, I fell into a half asleep half awake mess.
"She can stay in my room." Alexander says.
"Why? Where are you going to sleep Alie~?"
"Well, first off, I'm not letting hockey fucker and perverted Frenchy near her, for her own sake of course, second, our couch is pretty damn comfy, I don't fucking care about having I stay on it for one night."
"Well, that's alright I suppose..." Oliver sighed. "We just got back, and you've already nearly killed a man!"
"You have too! Gave half the damn building food poisoning!"
"They were just a little underdone cupcakes..."
"Zero fucks given Oliver, zero fucks given." Alexander told the Brit dryly as he picked up my limp little form.
He's so warm... What am I thinking?! He's a serial killer in training! I need to run... But... He's my friend... He just saved my life... Well... He didn't kill anyone... He just beat them up... In my defense... Yeah... He wouldn't hurt me... He protects me... Thank you Alexander...
I unconsciously curled in closer to Alexander, blaming what I was doing on my head injury.
We crossed into his room, the walls were a dull gray, the carpet was black. The only things standing out was the large flat screen fixed on the wall across from the bed, with another dull shade of gray covering.
Above his bed was an old fading American flag.
I knew why he had that...
He has that flag... Because his dads a soldier... Alexander lives with his step brothers... Because his dads at war... His mom died a long time ago... I can't really remember her... But... He keeps that flag to remind him of his dad...
I like that flag... I love that flag actually... I can always identify it, even if u can't see...
Alexander placed me into the bed and pulled the blanket over me.
"Night, Yuki." He left. Just like that.
Good night... My evil, psychotic...hero..
End chapter...
Well I might as well start by saying this chapter is a lot different than the others, but ya know~ writers gotta write what's in their head. I hope you guys like this chapter though.
If anyone has any suggestions for things I could throw in, or even have an entire chapter idea I'd love to hear them, I'd like to hear from people.
Talk to ya later bros~ Rachy