The Stalked Assistant (Chapter-41)

I have been sitting on the porch for a little while not moving, my mother brought me some breakfast she fixed eggs and bacon and she joined me on the porch swing as we ate together watching my daddy change the lock on the front door.

I feel so much better, so much relief that my parents know so much relief that my boyfriend and my best friend know. I'm still scared, don't get me wrong, Mr. Mike told me unknowns getting more dangerous and that has me freaking out.

A lot.

But I'm also happy that the people that are important to me know what's going on, it's like a giant weight was lifted off of me and I can finally breathe a little more, not completely but a little more than I was before.

Ryder said his plane will be landing tomorrow and I'm both happy that his coming and nervous about seeing him, especially after how we left things in New York.

I'm still upset with him leaving me crying like that begging him not to walk out but another part kind of understands that he was upset. I had been lying to him and the things I was doing and lying about them wasn't okay. I will also need to apologize to his father, I feel like being everything is coming out in the open I need to explain myself and that it wasn't an accident. The man gave me and Ryder his blessing and I basically spat on it even before that when he was nothing but kind to me.

"You okay, sweetie?" My mother's soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts. Turning towards her I smile and nod my head.

"Yeah, momma just had a lot of things on my mind. I'm sorry you and daddy have to do all this. I'm just sorry-" my voice breaks as my mouth becomes dry and my throats having to work double time to get the words to come out.

"Isabella Bowen, you listen to me. You're not to blame for this. Your father and I don't blame you! It's not your fault. It's that man whoever he is, it's all his fault. He for some reason targeted my baby. It's not your fault he has a sick mind!" She fussed before reaching over, grabbing my face gently, forcing me to look up at her. "It's not your fault"

"I know. It's just you and daddy are in danger, and I don't even know why I don't know what I did to him to make him do this to me" I say feeling my eyes starting to get watery as I feel a tear drop slide down my cheek.

"We just need to have faith that the cops will catch him soon and all this mess will be over with" she says, wrapping an arm around my waist and hugging me.

"Hopefully" I murmur.

I want all this to be over, I want my parents to be safe and I don't want to have to play unknowns stupid fucking games any longer. 

Suddenly I looked up at the pasture and thought about Rocket, my big boy. I need to go see him. He was probably wondering where I been.

"How's Rocket been?" I asked, my momma.

"As grumpy as ever! Your father tried to pet him months ago and got ran out the field" she chuckled.

Awe. 

He never did tame down for anyone but me and even for me his not completely tamed, I would never climb on his back, and he knows that. His happy with the rub downs I give him, and we leave it at that, and it works.

"I'm going to get an apple and go see him" I smile at her before getting up heading into the kitchen to grab the bribe. He will probably be grumpy with me. I haven't seen him in years. I feel bad, but it's not like I could have brought a horse to New York.

A few minutes later I'm walking into the stall growing more excited by the minute to see my boy again but when I reach his stall I stop when I see his body lying on the ground and my heart stops for a moment as I look down in horror, the apple falls from my hand landing on the floor.

Something's wrong.

I quickly dash towards his body, and I see that his neck is bleeding badly. Fucking horrible bloods everywhere, pouring out of his neck and all I can do is scream for my momma and daddy as I take off my shirt and press it tightly towards his neck. 

I see something in the corner of my eye that catches my attention and I see it's a note, squinting my eyes so that I can read it without taking my hands off my shirt that's slowing down the blood pouring out of Rocket's neck.

I told you If you went to the cops, I would cut a throat. Be happy it was not your parents. I know you gave your phone to the cops. Good luck. They won't find anything. You're mine and soon I will be coming for you.

Once I'm done reading the note, I'm screaming again for my parents screaming until I feel my throat staring to burn, but I don't stop, I can't stop, my poor horse is probably dead because of me and it's killing me inside.

My dad comes rushing into the barn followed by my mom both panting and out of breath but neither stop till they catch sight of me. My dad quickly takes out his phone and calls the vet letting him know what's happened to our horse and my mom bends down placing a hand over my shoulder as I lean over Rockets body crying and putting all of my weight into holding the shirt against his neck.

"How could someone do this?" My mother's outraged cry falls on deaf ears, I'm not listening. I'm just talking to Rocket telling him how sorry I am that I was away and for him to please not die and telling him how if he makes it, he will always have fresh apples and carrots everyday as much as he can eat.

"Mike. It's Ronald. Yes. You need to send someone here right now! That sick fucker done cut my daughter's horse's neck. He left a note. I have the vet coming. Yes. Really? Fuck! Okay. Thanks" my father hangs up before bending down next to me and momma pulling us both into his strong arms.

"The cops are on the way, sweetie, and so is the vet, you know, Rockets, a strong horse. His stubborn. Just like you. He won't let some sickos win against him and you can't either. Luke's coming and he will help him okay. Please baby stop crying so much it's killing me-" my father's voice cuts off as his hands around me and momma get tighter. "Mike said the phone number is a burner phone, it's not traceable"

Fuck! 

Ugh, I hate this man so much.

Why can't he just leave me alone.