Twisted Hearts

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I’m putting everything I believe is survival necessary in the cart as I walk around the store, the fact that I’ve never been to one of these stores before, maybe just passed by it but never shopped, I walk down the aisle of beauty products, old me would probably be throwing a tantrum about how these things are fake, I just walk past knowing I wouldn’t need them for a while, probably ever. I move to the cleaning aisle and pick out some cleaning equipment. I sigh as I pick out what seems to be a discount on toilet paper, ha!, look at me now.

Claire is probably sitting under an umbrella getting her feet rubbed my Clyde in the Bahamas. God I’m a wreck, even here I’m thinking about them?

I blink away my thoughts and pick out the things I need, that’s when I feel it, someone’s watching me, I look behind me to see no one, I shake off the feeling and go to the fruit section, just because I’m no longer a model doesn’t mean I can’t have flawless skin.. Right?.. Right?

I sigh as I place the orange in the cart, what else do I need, apples, bananas, lemons.. Do they have lemons?

“um excuse me” I call the lady who had been staring at me while I searched for lemons

She looked like she wanted to help me, Normally I wouldn’t talk to anyone but I hate the feeling of looking like a silent freak, I’d rather be a loud one. Tho that didn’t get me anywhere with Clyde now did it?

“is there a lemon section or something?”

“oh yes, um right here” she smiled and guided me to the lemons,

I was about to pick the lemons when I felt it again the sensation of eyes right behind me, someone was watching me again, I looked back and as expected no one, I looked around for a while

Kendal stop, you’re letting your demons get to you, I take the lemons and decide its time to leave.

After checking out and walking to the curb, I call a taxi, I need a car, I need my freaking Porsche back. But then I came over here to start over by myself, live a quiet life and rehabilitate if that is possible.

My head snaps to the side and I see him, the bastard who has been watching me this time he was coming closer to me, how did I know he was the one? His aura, I felt it before tho it didn’t feel like the first on I felt, it irritated me, dipshits who think they own the world, and from the looks of it. He had money, what was a rich dude doing in a grocery store dressed up like a normal person, he was trying to blend in, but I could see right through it, I’ve been with rich men enough to know why one looks like.

His bright smile reached me before he did, he stood in front of me and smiled “hi.. I’m Asher”

“Hello” was all I said before turning back to the road

“I noticed you didn’t have a ride, I can give you a ride”

“and what makes you think id get in a car with you?” I ask, staring him down, seriously who was he trying to fool? His smooth skin and styled blonde hair would have been enough for anyone to know his parents had a couple of million bucks in they banks. That is if they didn’t own the banks

I couldn’t deny he was handsome, maybe even too handsome he looked A couple of years older than me probably 3.

“Whoa there, no need to be feisty, I know who you are Kendal Waverly, I just want to be friends”

“Why?” I ask

“No reason in particular, I just find you fascinating, my brother helped your case, you know so you’d come out of the hospital in time, he is the lawyer who—”

“So you think because of that we’d be besties?” my eyes narrow to him, I was now disgusted,

“Well no that’s not what i meant” he began but I cut him off

“I’m not interested, don’t even smile when you see me again” I walk to the cab that was already parked in front of me and get in.

I didn’t really think much of the encounter honestly I’m not one to care about these things, but the problem was, when I got home I could still feel it.

For the next week I felt it, eyes watching me, someone there in the dark, I had new locks put all over my home and a security system along with cameras, but that didn’t stop the feeling, at a point I decided it was just my illness taking over me and do used myself with sleeping pills

But then I saw him again, on one my late night walks, I looked back and just a flicker I saw his blonde hair dash right behind a building a smirk crept on my face, did he think I was stupid

“ow sorry” I muttered as I look at the person I just hit

He nodded and kept walking, if you’d ask me I’d say all New Yorkers look like criminals, cause why you dressed like you going to rob the bank, I decided to check myself if the man who hit me had actually stolen anything, thankfully he didn’t.

My eyes narrow back to the dumb boy hiding behind the building, pathetic.

Did that stop me from coming late at night?, no, as a matter of fact I started jogging early in the morning too, hopefully he was there watching me, hopefully he held a knife hopefully he’d stab me with it, fear of death or people is something I don’t really have anymore.

But I didn’t feel him anymore not when I walked not when I was alone at home, not even when I jogged in the morning, was he bored of me already? Upset he couldn’t make me scared? Dumbass.

I jogged down the street on a quiet Wednesday morning at 4 am, am I doing this to keep in shape? No, I’m doing this to corner my stalker and so happen to hit a pretty red head, what was up with me and hitting people.

“Hey watch where you are going” she said rubbing her head

“Sorry” I mumble and help her up

She looked at me like she had just recovered something “oh you’re the girl who jogs in the morning and talks to no one” she smiled

Great I’m still known even if I barely talk to anyone, Gossips.

“Yea hi”

“hi I’m Linda, you can call me lily, I recently moved here, my house I right there, not too far from yours” she said pointing to a bright yellow house that seemed to mirror her appearance.

Mine was black, ha! What are the chances.

I shook her hand and we continued on our way. She seems like a free spirited and fun person, and boy was I right, the next day she showed up at my front door with a cake, apparently she was giving her new neighbors a treat since she just moved in.

“Thanks” I said as I collected the box from her.

“Can I come in?” she said with a pretty smile.

“Nah” I shut the door on her face, I wasn’t about to make friends with neighbors, especially the ones who looked like they would stab you at your back.

Over the week she kept coming, I kept bumping into her during shopping and even jogging, I eventually stopped but that didn’t mean I didn’t see her riding a bicycle down the street waving at me from my window while I was having coffee and enjoying the view.

My stalker? Yes he was still following me even when I thought he wasn’t, the cameras in my back yard caught him moving, the dumbo was wearing a black hoodie and grey sweatpants trying to get in my house but he couldn’t. I decided to make it easy for him and leave my window open.

The first few nights, I didn’t catch anything but then I woke up from a nightmare, that night, I looked at my window, it was closed. I felt fear ripple through my body like something I had never felt before, I turned on all the lights and scanned the room, no one was in I checked the closet and even my toilet, I went to the window and opened it, maybe it was the rain.. Or.. The wind, really Kendal?

But things only got weirder when I checked my camera and saw the windows closing by itself.

Of course it was the wind you dumb b***h, what other explanation is there? You’ve got a ghost?

I couldn’t go back to sleep that night.

The next morning I went to get coffee at the shop I’ve grown accustomed to and of course I find lily there, pondering over some thing she was writing on a chair at the café.

“one Cappuccino” I said to the man taking my order.

“Not the usual?” he asked, I looked at his face he was wearing a nose mask and a face cap, why was everyone dressed like a freaking kidnapper, it made me uncomfortable

I dropped the cash on the counter and went to sit with lily,

“good morning draculara” she said to me, that weird nickname is what she said was fitting for me

“Hello lily” I replied looking at her work, she was a writer, constantly pouring her soul in jolly romance books, I wasn’t even tempted to read them, the bright colours on the covers scared me away, she was well known it took me a while to know this girl was a great writer known all over the streets of new York in fact she only moved to our neighborhood because it was quiet and not much people lived there, so not much people knew her.

Funny how I moved because of the same reason

“so tell me, do you think I should reincarnate them” she asked, did I mention some of her books are fantasy like actually fairies and werewolves.

“nah, kill them all” I said, the waiter brought my coffee and I took a sip looking at the scowl on her face

“Why did I even ask you”

“exactly”

“I’m having a little party for lucky wanna come?”

I raised my brow implying I didn’t know who the f**k lucky was

“my dog, he is 3”

Oh so we are throwing parties for dogs now

“no”

“oh please its just going to be me you and lucky, I’ve been celebrating it alone since I just thought it’d be really nice if you came along”

“you thought wrong” I reply

“Kendyyy! –” she trailed but my attention was somewhere else, the bastard that just walked in the coffee shop, he had the guts to show his face in broad daylight?

Asher walked in the coffee shop his eyes scanned the place until it met mine and he smirked, what a fool, he sat at one of the seats behind lily who was still talking, before I knew what I was doing I stood up and went to him.

I sat across him at his table and he smirked, “hey pretty”

“why are you stalking me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said smiling

“you know exactly what I’m talking about, I have proof” I said

“All this could be avoided if you just talk to me, just one date I won’t bother you if it doesn’t go well”

And I smirked then chuckled “the next time I see you by my place, I’ll report you to the cops” I stand up and leave, Lily stands too , she immediately picked up her books and follow my out of the shop

“What’s going on, who is he?”

“someone I wouldn’t like you to get involved with”

“why he looks cute”

“yea he is also dangerous”

“how?” lily said holding my arm as we walked down the street

I contemplated on whether to tell her or not, I decided not to bother her with my life problems

“he just is, don’t ask” I replied as we walked