21 August 2012
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Chapter 4 I couldn’t sleep that night, so I got up and opened the door. I sat in the garden, in my hot pjs, when I heard a crunch. It sounded like leaves being stepped on. No not stepped on, leaves being shook. The tree. I looked up to find that boy, sat at the top of the tree watching me. I got up and ran in, locking the door behind me. Oh my gosh my window was open. I ran upstairs and into my room. My window was now shut… My heart started to pound and I felt hands slip around my mouth. “Don’t scream” He whispered “I promise I’m not here to hurt you” I took sharp breaths. “If you keep doing that you’re going to pass out. Try and calm down” I did as he said and calmed down. “Very good, now I’m going to remove my hands, don’t scream” He pleaded and let go of me. I spun around to face him. He still had those gorgeous red eyes. “What are you doing here? Did you follow me?” I hissed in a hushed voice that wouldn’t wake Jessica. “I’m here to protect you and yes I did follow you” This guy was full of surprises. First he kills a guy, then he follows me to America and then, on top of all that, he admits he’s a stalker. “Great now I have a stalker” I stepped back but he grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. His arms wrapped around my waist. “I’m a stalker now?” He asks. Mental guy. “Yes. Look it up in the dictionary, it describes you” I spat. “I’m sorry to sound like a stalker to you Christine” Oh my god. He knew my name. “How the hell do you know my name?” “I know a lot of things about you” I’m going to die. Just stay cool Christine. The man sensed my distress and pulled me tighter. “Funny. I don’t know one thing about you” I said, now quite calm. “You don’t have to” Was this a joke to him? Well obviously he was a stalker… “I think I need to know my stalkers name” “damen” “nice name” “thanks. Christine is a pretty name” “thank you” wait im talking to a stalker “what are you protecting me from?” “I cant tell you” “that’s insane” “if you only knew” “tell me” “I will. Soon” “when?” “tomorrow meet me at le café du fantÔme” “the café of the phantom are you serious? Amazing. I will meet you” he jumped out of the window, I lay in bed and realised the mistake I had made. I had just agreed to meet my stalker in a café because it was called the café of the phantom. Im so dumb…
BITELESS CHAPTER 4 • Opuss № I