The nerve of this prick.I grit my teeth, practically breaking my screen with the force of my angry taps. Arrogant asshole.
FoxBabe20: Did you actually drink my coffee or fuck with my shit just for fun? What’s your end goal here, Wolfe? What do you want?
This time, his reply takes longer than before. I bite my nail and sink deeper into the couch, clutching the pillow that smells decidedly like him, closer to my chest. Once my panic had dissolved, things began to click into place. The night at the club, I’d been too shocked to really pay attention to how he smelled and then too turned on to care. But when I came home, my dress and skin smelled strongly of smoke and motor oil.
The combination should be gross and illicit visions of overweight truck drivers and mechanics shops. Instead, I find it comforting, like a weighted blanket. It’s the same smell I found on my pillow and my couch, which confirmed my suspicions. Wolfe somehow broke into my house last night and helped himself to my crap.Let’s not forget about your boobs being out this morning. Definitely can’t forget about that. I did a physical check and didn’t feel violated in any other way, and surprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, at this point I was disappointed by that.
Where is that therapist’s number again?
KillerClown4u: You know what I want.
FoxBabe20: Spell it out for me, Wolfe, because clearly, I don’t. I don’t even know you.
KillerClown4u: I don’t like liars, Rayvn, so don’t start now. We’ve been talking for months. Just because you haven’t seen my face doesn’t mean you don’t know me. Do you also invalidate couples who have long-distance relationships or meet online? Is their love not real?
What the fuck? My hands begin to shake so hard, holding my phone becomes difficult. My stomach climbs up my throat so rapidly that I almost double over and vomit on the floor.Love? Relationships?What is he talking about?
We aren’t…we don’t…
I pause, looking away from my phone. I don’t even know what to say. I’m speechless. On one hand, I want to argue. I want to tell him he’s nuts and imagining things. I want to tell him to get lost. But…a sweet, almost giddy sensation is wrapping itself around my heart. Is that what he thinks? Are we…together?My phone vibrating on my lap has me jumping a few inches in the air. I press a hand to my chest, willing my heart to calm down as I read his message.
KillerClown4u: Don’t get upset, Sweetling. Let me make it clear to you since you seem to be struggling.
KillerClown4u: I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anything else in my entire life. I find you breathtaking, Rayvn Porter. Everything about you captivates me. I’m addicted. When I’m not with you, I ache for you. My feelings are not sane. They aren’t safe. They aren’t normal. I’ve lived in darkness for a very long time, Little Fox. So long, I don’t think I’ll ever get out, and now, I don’t think I want to. I may be the Devil, but you’re the Reaper who’s claimed my soul.
KillerClown4u: Do you understand now? I can’t give you up. I won’t. So, find a way to get good with me being in your life because this is your new normal.
Holy fucking shit. Was that a psychopath’s version of a declaration of love?
I fly from the couch and chuck my phone across the room in a blind panic as his words trickle through all at once. What am I supposed to say to that? Do I run? Now would be the time to go to the police station. I have evidence. He’s basically just admitted to stalking me. To his obsession and feelings…
Do I care for Wolfe? Yes.
Do I want to get rid of him? No.
Am I safe with him? I have no fucking idea, and that’s the problem, isn’t it?
I may be an adrenaline junky who finds masked stalkers like Jason hot in theory, but in real life…I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be murdered and chopped up by a serial killer. But, he came into my house and didn’t hurt me. He defended me at the club, if not in his own way. He cares for me, and I—I care for him. A lot.
Shit. Am I insane to even be considering this? Definitely. Maybe Wolfe isn’t the only one with questionable morals and intentions because my body is currently at war over this whole thing. Despite the resounding fight-or-flight instincts swirling through my limbs and the chaotic mess in my head, my heart is a puddle of fuckinggooover his words.
It takes me ten minutes of manic pacing before I can convince myself to respond.
FoxBabe20: I need time. This is a lot.
KillerClown4u: Are you scared of me, Little Fox? In your gut, do you think I will honestly hurt you?
Wow. He really just went for it, didn’t he? My indecision and hesitation to respond is likely all the answer we both need.No. I don’t think he will. Instead of saying that, I turn the tables, gaining some much-needed control.
FoxBabe20: We need to meet and talk, Wolfe. I can’t keep doing this over text. I need to talk to you, see your face. Have a real conversation with you.
KillerClown4u: What’s the date today, Rayvn?
My brows furrow in confusion. That’s not the response I was expecting at all. I swap screens and check the date. Surprise filters through me, as does understanding.
FoxBabe20: It’s October 1st.
KillerClown4u: Are you in?