My Guardian Angel(58)

“Your turn?”

He put the phone down and sighed.

“Yes, my turn. Seeing how you pushed me out of your life, Jason came to me and we talked it over. We’re taking turns watching the house and you,” He said pointedly.

“We had too. Jason was right. The stalker wasn’t just going to go away,” he said in serious tone.

The cops came and took my statement and the photos. Tiff was beside herself.

“This is getting to be crazy,” she yelled, her sunny disposition now gone.

“They are going to leave two cops outside for her tonight, just in case the creep comes by again,” Darios said, watching Tiff pace around my home.

“Darios, this guy is crazy,” she snapped.

“I know,” he said in a serious tone. “But there isn’t anything we can do right now. There is no evidence to help us catch him. He’s fuckin’ smart, that’s for sure. He only attacks when you least expect it,” he seethed.

“Dar, I'm tired,” I mumbled, my eyes slowly closing. I had cried the whole time. Seeing Jason only made it worse. My eyes hurt and I just wanted to disappear into bed and forget everything. I was scared shitless of a person, a person I didn’t know.

“I don’t think I can finish the book up, Tiff. I'm just… I'm just too fucked up right now,” I said under my breath.

“Ah, honey.” She came running and took me in her arms. She held me as I cried.

“I want to sleep,” I said softly.

“Okay.” She smiled as she pushed my hair away from my face. “Go upstairs and sleep.”

I left both Darios and Tiffany downstairs. I could hear their quiet concerns as I closed the door behind me.

“I'm glad we can finally be alone, Kassia.” A dark deep voice came across the room. “Don’t you fuckin’ scream or else I’ll kill your precious Jason.” He moved slowly through the shadows of my room and approached me. “How have you been, my pretty little girl?” he said softly as he reached out and touched my face. The coldness of his touch made my skin crawl.

“Frank?” I said in a panic.

“Follow me and the boy survives. If you scream and I get caught he will be left there to die.” A sinister smile came across his face. He pulled me to the window, which led to the fire escape.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“I knew you wouldn’t go quietly.” He reached up his hand and hit me hard.





That Night



I woke up on the floor in a warehouse full of various boxes. This was the warehouse of the publishing company, which printed my books. I could see the logo on the boxes. I tried to move, but I was tied up tightly around a large column.

“So, you’re awake I see,” Frank said as he slowly made his way to me.

He was tall and well dressed in his three-piece suit and leather black gloves. He smiled with his red goatee outlining his lips. I could hardly see the strawberry-colored hair he had since he only had a few candles lit around us.

“Why?” he asked seemingly upset. “Why wouldn’t you let me help you? Do you have any idea how much I agonized over every word you wrote?” he said as though he was in pain.

“You said I pushed you too hard. How? I only wanted you to come up with the best book. Your words spoke to me. They sang a song only I COULD HEAR! The words came off the page and created a world that I wish I was a part of. But NO! You wouldn’t let me be a part of it. You wanted it all for yourself. You selfish bitch.” He marched up to me and slapped me hard across my face.

He peered down at me, licking and biting down on his lips while his face grew angrier as he glared at me.

“So, I thought fine, you didn’t want to let anyone into your world. You wanted it all to yourself. But then I see that little boy, that fuckin’ little boy. You let him in just like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Like I was NOTHING to you,” he shouted. “Well, now I am someone to you,” he growled.

“Where’s Jason?” I asked frightened at what he had done to him.

“Where’s Jason?” he mocked me and hit me again. “Jason is safe at home, you stupid girl. Now you are mine, to do with as I please,” he bit out.

“What?” I nearly snapped.

“You are so gullible, like you would willingly have come with me. I lied to you, Kassia!”

Relief washed over me. Jason was safe.

“I need you in my life,” he spouted out. “I need you to write the book which was only meant for me. I want you to create a world where only you and I exist.”

“Thank God, Jason’s safe,” I said under my breath.

“Thank God, he’s safe?” he repeated my words and slapped me again. “You should be thinking about me, not Jason!” he shouted.