Post by Happy[OWNER] on Feb 21, 2015 9:02:43 GMT -6
-Anjelika's POV-
I gasped. He was staring right at me with silver-blue eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I saw a shotgun on the wooden table. I reached for it slowly. He noticed and I saw his eyes widen and black and blonde hair fell in front of his face. He had on a black sweatshirt with the hood up. I cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, closing my eyes.
The house shook and I heard the windows' glass shatter. After a minute, I re-opened my eyes. He was gone. I set the shotgun down and carefully stepped over the shattered glass and looked out side. Nothing was there except black feathers scattered on the ground. I looked around carefully, around the right side of the house. I hadn't been this scared in a while. It seemed as if ever since I was a little girl random things and random people were always there to scare me, so it seemed. I look around for a while before hearing a voice.
"Whatcha lookin' for?"
"Herregud! What the hell?" I shouted, turning around and looking up above me, squatting down.
It was the same man in the black sweat shirt.
"I would ask them same thing, running away from your own wedding like that. What a shame," he said, cocking his head with a mean smile on his face. "Then shooting me when I asked what was going on? Jeez."
It took a moment for me to catch my breath. "I didn't like that man," I explained, panting from being frightened. "He wasn't very nice, so to say, but it's absolutely none of your business, what are you doing here, weirdo? And why in the hell are you on the roof? How did you get up there?" I raised my voice, almost to a shout.
"Whoa, whoa," He said. "Let's not get off on the wrong foot here. I told you, I was looking for you after you ran."
"How were you invited to my wedding?" I asked.
"Well, it was in a public place and I happened to be walking by,"
"You're lying. My friend Nona left a note saying there was a man asking for me outside. I bet it was you."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know you were that suspicious of me," he said.
"I shot at you with a shotgun! How did you move that fast?" I yelled.
He chuckled.
I scoffed. "UGH!. Can you just leave me alone?!" I asked, storming back inside the house.
"Nope," He answered and I heard him jump off the roof, the shingles shattering.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, opening the suitcase I had left on the couch.
He didn't reply and just looked around the house with his arms crossed.
I pulled out jean shorts and a t-shirt out of the suitcase and secretly took my cell phone with me, hiding it under the clothes. As soon as I dashed in the bathroom and changed clothes, I dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" the dispatcher asked.
"A strange man is following me," I whispered quietly. "I don't know who he is."
"What is your address?" she asked.
I bit my lip. "4326A Devsten," I said.
"Can you describe the man?" she asked.
"Uhmm...he has blonde and black dyed hair..wearing black..." I said, then pounding on the door came.
"HEY!" I heard the man call. I screeched and dropped my cell phone, it breaking into a million pieces.
"Go away!" I shouted. He banged on the door harder, then busted in threw the door open.
I screamed and fell onto the floor, tears falling down my face. "Leave me alone!" I screeched, covering up my face with my arms. Seconds passed, and I put my hands down and looked at him. He blinked. It was quiet, except for my shivers.
"Leave me alone." I repeated.
"I can't." he said.
"Why?" I asked quietly.
"I need to tell you something," he said,
"What?"
"I can't tell you. Not here, we must go somewhere else,"
"No. Tell me right here," I said.
"I can't. People could hear us. Don't ask, I'll explain later. C'mon."
"No." I protested.
"Fine, I'll have to force you then."
"Wha-"
BANG!
TBC in Chapter 3
I gasped. He was staring right at me with silver-blue eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I saw a shotgun on the wooden table. I reached for it slowly. He noticed and I saw his eyes widen and black and blonde hair fell in front of his face. He had on a black sweatshirt with the hood up. I cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, closing my eyes.
The house shook and I heard the windows' glass shatter. After a minute, I re-opened my eyes. He was gone. I set the shotgun down and carefully stepped over the shattered glass and looked out side. Nothing was there except black feathers scattered on the ground. I looked around carefully, around the right side of the house. I hadn't been this scared in a while. It seemed as if ever since I was a little girl random things and random people were always there to scare me, so it seemed. I look around for a while before hearing a voice.
"Whatcha lookin' for?"
"Herregud! What the hell?" I shouted, turning around and looking up above me, squatting down.
It was the same man in the black sweat shirt.
"I would ask them same thing, running away from your own wedding like that. What a shame," he said, cocking his head with a mean smile on his face. "Then shooting me when I asked what was going on? Jeez."
It took a moment for me to catch my breath. "I didn't like that man," I explained, panting from being frightened. "He wasn't very nice, so to say, but it's absolutely none of your business, what are you doing here, weirdo? And why in the hell are you on the roof? How did you get up there?" I raised my voice, almost to a shout.
"Whoa, whoa," He said. "Let's not get off on the wrong foot here. I told you, I was looking for you after you ran."
"How were you invited to my wedding?" I asked.
"Well, it was in a public place and I happened to be walking by,"
"You're lying. My friend Nona left a note saying there was a man asking for me outside. I bet it was you."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know you were that suspicious of me," he said.
"I shot at you with a shotgun! How did you move that fast?" I yelled.
He chuckled.
I scoffed. "UGH!. Can you just leave me alone?!" I asked, storming back inside the house.
"Nope," He answered and I heard him jump off the roof, the shingles shattering.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, opening the suitcase I had left on the couch.
He didn't reply and just looked around the house with his arms crossed.
I pulled out jean shorts and a t-shirt out of the suitcase and secretly took my cell phone with me, hiding it under the clothes. As soon as I dashed in the bathroom and changed clothes, I dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" the dispatcher asked.
"A strange man is following me," I whispered quietly. "I don't know who he is."
"What is your address?" she asked.
I bit my lip. "4326A Devsten," I said.
"Can you describe the man?" she asked.
"Uhmm...he has blonde and black dyed hair..wearing black..." I said, then pounding on the door came.
"HEY!" I heard the man call. I screeched and dropped my cell phone, it breaking into a million pieces.
"Go away!" I shouted. He banged on the door harder, then busted in threw the door open.
I screamed and fell onto the floor, tears falling down my face. "Leave me alone!" I screeched, covering up my face with my arms. Seconds passed, and I put my hands down and looked at him. He blinked. It was quiet, except for my shivers.
"Leave me alone." I repeated.
"I can't." he said.
"Why?" I asked quietly.
"I need to tell you something," he said,
"What?"
"I can't tell you. Not here, we must go somewhere else,"
"No. Tell me right here," I said.
"I can't. People could hear us. Don't ask, I'll explain later. C'mon."
"No." I protested.
"Fine, I'll have to force you then."
"Wha-"
BANG!
TBC in Chapter 3