Chapter 2

1083words2026-01-19 07:10

　　Opening my front door, I looked around trying to find any sign that he/she/it, a.k.a. Private Number, a.k.a. my stalker. Which is strange, because who would want to stalk me? No, scratch that who would be this obsessed with a weird potato like me.

　　I groaned. "This sucks."

　　My phone vibrated again.

　　Private number: Next time you wouldn't be able to bring your friend safely to the bus stop.

　　He fucking followed me.

　　April: "You fucking followed me?"

　　Private number: "What about a stalker don't you get? Yeah, I followed you home."

　　"This person is crazy, I've to somehow find a way to notify this to the police without him knowing." I said, while pacing around in the living room and biting on my nail.

　　My phone screen lit up again.

　　Private number: "Nope, you don't. Are you already trying to get someone killed? Also stop biting on your nails even though it's cute it's not good for you."

　　I stared at the screen and then around me hoping that what I was thinking right now was not right.

　　Private number: "Lol. Don't bother denying it. I am watching and listening to you at the very moment. That's why I love cameras and microphones :)."

　　I Narrowed my eyes at the screen in disdain. "Fuck. You." I spat.

　　Private number: "Gladly"

　　Scared that I would break my phone in anger I threw it on the table and went inside the bedroom hoping that this was all a dream.

　　....

　　The day after the murder took place all of the employees got a call from the company telling them to stay home for the week and not to blabber about this incident to anyone. All of this just so they can cover this all up without tarnishing the company's reputation. Well I don't really care what they do. I'm just happy that we have gotten a week off. This way I can take my time and process all of this. I can also use this time to come up with a plan to get rid of my stalker.

　　I was glaring at my phone which has been buzzing for a while and I pretty much had a guess from who that could be, but man do I just want to ignore that poor excuse of a human.

　　I slowly reached for my phone on the drawer to see three messages from him.

　　Private number: "Good morning, beautiful."

　　Private number: "I know that you're awake."

　　Private number: "You better stop ignoring my messages if you know what's good for you."

　　Rolling my eyes at the message I slowly got out of my bed. "Good morning to you too." I said halfheartedly.

　　"So what do you want so early in the morning?" I asked as I was slowly stretching every inch of my body.

　　Private number: "I'm bored and needed some entertainment. "

　　Bored? This person was bored? This person had killed 3 people less than 24 hours ago and he dares to have this carefree attitude as if what he did was just a game…

　　I was appalled by this person.

　　My face scrunched up in disgust and anger as I was staring at my phone.

　　Private number: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for waking you up because I was bored, okay? Just stop looking at me like that."

　　That's not the point.

　　"Whatever..." I exhaled in frustration.

　　Slowly my mind started to drift off to Cherry thinking how frightened and worried she was after witnessing that horrendous scene. Worried I started to message her asking if she was okay and if she had arrived home safely last night.

　　Private number: "You better don't say anything unnecessary to her."

　　I rolled with my eyes. "Thanks for the warning smartass, cause I was about to tell her something that could get her killed." I was kind of in shock at how I could easily give him snarky remarks. I mean he's my homicidal stalker for God's sake if anything I should be scared of him. I should be shaking, crying or anything else, but somehow I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. He better be ready, 'cause I'm not going to let him walk all over me just like that without a fight.

　　Private number: "Ughh.. I just love it when you give me the sass."

　　I could only grimace in response. Is he a masochist? "Are you a masochist? 'Cause then you're stalking at the wrong address."

　　Private number: "Lol, no, If anything I'm a pure sadist ;)"

　　I furrowed my eyebrows. "Then, why?"

　　Private number: "Because I love you, so I love everything about you even you're attitude. Just don't go too far with it, cause you won't like seeing me mad."

　　Okay... So I know one thing for sure. He's not going to kill me anytime soon or ever, because he "loves" me. I slightly shivered at the thought of it.

　　But he will kill someone close to me if I anger him in anyway. Isn't there a way so that he can just leave them alone? or even better...me?

　　Private number: "You're also cute when you're deep in thoughts"

　　I groaned in annoyance. "Is there a way for you to get out of my life and leave me and my family alone?" I asked anyway.

　　Private number: "NO" He responded quickly.

　　I sighed in disappointment.

　　Private number: "But there's a way for me to leave your family and friends alone. You wanna know?" I glared at my phone cautiously. "What?" I asked.

　　Private number: "If you become mine."

　　This just irked me in the wrong way, however I was seriously contemplating this. "Maybe if I just offer my body it will be alright?" I asked myself in a low whisper.

　　But he clearly heard that cause he immediately send another text.

　　Private number: "Oh and I just don't want your body ( even thought I would love to have you in my bed now) I want you, your mind, your body, your soul, but mostly...your heart. Also when you become mine there will be no way you will see your family or your friends EVER again."

　　Fuck, well that's not going to happen. "Never mind then." There's no way that I'm going to leave my best friend and family behind just like that. I'm just going to find another way to get this psycho in jail.

　　Private number: "You're going to be mine anyway. You were mine to begin with."

　　"We will see about that."