The Stalked Assistant (Chapter-21)

It's Monday morning and it's time to head to work, I'm sitting on my counter eating a bowl of cereal scrolling through Facebook after sending my parents a picture of Amanda and I from her parents party. Before leaving they told me I was welcomed to come over with Amanda anytime I'd like and I really appreciated that. The surprise Amanda had for her parents was a fire work show, they were gorgeous, the whole time I was watching them thought I could feel Ryder's eyes once again on me and it took everything that I had in me, all the power I possessed not to turn and look at him.

I still don't know why he grabbed my hand and I still don't know what he wanted to say before I basically ran back into the house like a scared kitten. He didn't text me at all Sunday, not even Sunday night but I'm sure he was busy with Ginger. Amanda and I didn't get back till around 6pm last night, I offered to let her sleep over, I knew she was tired and I didn't want her to drive any longer just in case but she said she was fine and needed to get some laundry done.

I sat in bed with poohbear the rest of the night binge watching Shameless and snacking on too much candies if you ask me. 

Now I'm up at 5am, I couldn't sleep anymore, too many thoughts were pushing their way inside my head. I also haven't heard from unknown, which I guess is a good thing. Maybe the person behind the name would just leave me alone. 

Hopefully.

As I'm adding a new pack of sticky notes into my purse, my phone dings from the counter and I pick it up, seeing its a text message.

Fuck, I spoke too soon.

It's unknown.

I drop my spoon into my bowl and quickly press the text messaging, as soon as it's pulled up, I jumped up from my chair when I see a picture of my cat.

My poor bear. 

His laying on my bed and a stranger's hand on top of his belly.

Panic starts to rise inside my chest the longer I stare at the picture, this person was inside my home?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I scream inside my head as I push the chair back, almost tripping over it.

I quickly dialed 911. This has to stop, sending me messages threatening to freaking send out a video is one thing but to come into my house? To touch my baby? 

No.

This is getting too dangerous.

"Hello-" I hear someone answering the phone but I don't let get another word out, I'm straight into panic mode and I need someone here right fucking now.

My eyes scanning around my apartment making sure no one's about to sneak up on me. " Someone broke into my apartment, I need someone here now. Right now please!" I shout into the phone as I dash around my apartment, like a mad woman looking for my poohbear.

Oh god if that sicko did something

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to my baby I'm going to freak the hell out, completely lose my shit.

"What's your address?" The woman on the phone said getting straight to the point and not asking anymore questions, she could probably hear the panic inside my voice.

I quickly raddled off my address and she told me a police car would be responding right away, she asked if I needed her to stay on the phone with me and I told her no. I need to let Claiborne and Amanda know I'll be late for work and if Claiborne doesn't like it at this point he can fucking fire me.

I hang up on the women, and quickly make a group chat with Amanda and Claiborne both in it and send them both a text.

Me- I will be late. I'm sorry. Someone broke into my apartment.

I hold my phone inside my head as I make my way slowly to my bedroom, my phone dings loudly making me almost jump out of my skin.

Shit.

Amanda- Are you okay? 

Me- Yeah it didn't happen while I was home.

Oh god and to think I slept here last night, what if he came inside while I was asleep, the thought has me rushing into my bathroom and throwing up into the toilet, all that I had eaten for breakfast is now coming up.

Once I'm done, I sit back and keep my ass on the floor and stare down at my phone seeing Claiborne texted in the chat.

Claiborne- WHAT?

Claiborne- Do you need me to come over?

I want him to, I really freaking do, I'm so scared that I'm not alone in my apartment, what if that dude comes back? Damn it, what do I do? No. It's not his problem, it's mine.

With shaking hands I quickly type back.

Me- No... It's okay. Cops are coming.

I see that he read the message and started to type something but stopped, a few seconds later I get another text this one outside of the group chat and see it's Claiborne again.

Claiborne- Isabella. I know you're scared. I'm coming.

Me- No. No. It's alright. You don't even know my address.

Claiborne- I have your resume on my phone, email. I can get it.

Me- I don't want to be a bother, I know you need to get to the office I'm fine I promise.

Claiborne- it's not a bother, I would feel a lot better if I was there.

What can I say to that? He's going to ask too many questions and what? Am I supposed to just lie? Again? How much longer can I really keep this shit up.

I give up, I know I'll have to lie to him yet again but I would feel a lot safer with him with me.

Me- If you could come I would appreciate it.

My hands won't stop shaking, I can barley seen the letters on my phone screen to text him back.

Claiborne- I'm on my way.

Blowing out a hard breath I start to count backwards from 20, feeling my anxiety starting to roll around my chest.