Twins With Benefits

10

Gigi

"So, let me get this straight, someone is haunting you? And is he hot?" my friend Ashley casually sips on her juice as she lounges on the couch beside me. I roll my eyes at her nonchalant response, about to explain further when she suddenly interjects with excitement. "Oh! Is he Zade Meadows?" Her assumption takes me by surprise, and I quickly clarify the seriousness of the situation. "No, Ashley. This is not some romantic fantasy. He's the one who killed my stepdad, and now I fear for my sick mother's safety. How do I get rid of him?" I ask, seeking her advice on how to deal with the dangerous threat looming over me and my family.

I feel a wave of frustration wash over me as Ashley casually suggests, “Well, confront him. Or call the cops on him!” I sigh deeply, sinking back into the couch in despair. "They won't believe me.” After a slight pause, I continue, “Did the cops ever believe Adeline?” Ashley scoffs at my expression and reminds me that my situation is different. However, her next question catches me off guard. "Has your stalker ever f****d you with a gun?"

Pursing my lips in a thin line, I firmly state, "He hasn't, and this conversation is not appropriate. I need to find a way to get rid of him." The lack of a clear solution from my discussion with Ashley only adds to my confusion and frustration. As I ponder who to turn to for help, I remember that Alex has arranged for a specialized nurse to care for my mother in case of any emergencies. I quickly dial my stepbrother and learn that he will be back next week.

"How are things?" Alex asks over FaceTime as I hold the phone in my hand, my eyes fixed on the screen. "Things are fine. The nurse is looking after her," I respond, nodding as he informs me that the surgery might take a while. Suddenly, I hear a faint thud coming from the back of the garden, causing me to flinch. Alex's concerned voice comes through the phone, asking, "What happened?" I quickly brush it off, saying, "Nothing, probably just a car passing by."

Despite my attempt to dismiss the sound, a sense of unease lingers in the air, and I can't shake off the feeling that something is not quite right.

"Gigi, it's not safe for you to send away the security and the servants. You must keep them inside the mansion," Alex expresses his concern over FaceTime. I bite my bottom lip thoughtfully before responding, "The security is outside, and there's no need for servants. I prefer minimal noise near my mother so she can rest properly." Alex sighs deeply, urging me to be careful and informing me that Tiffany might visit me tomorrow.

As the night falls, I make a bold decision to leave the door unlocked with the intention of confronting the mysterious figure that has been haunting me. Determined to seek answers, I sit in the garden, casually using my phone as I wait for his arrival. The wind picks up speed, creating an eerie atmosphere with the darkness looming in the background.

Despite the chilling setting that resembles a scene from a horror movie, I remind myself that he is just an ordinary human like me, and I shouldn't be scared. Anticipation builds as I wait impatiently for his presence, ready to finally confront the source of my fear and uncertainty.

"Genevieve," I hear a whisper, sending shivers down my spine as the raspy voice pierces through the night. Quickly scanning my surroundings to ensure my safety, I sense his presence behind me. With a mixture of fear and curiosity, I slowly turn around to face him. Clad in a black hoodie with his head concealed, there is no mask or balaclava covering his face. The question lingers in my mind - is he going to reveal his face to me?

Gathering my courage, I confront the mysterious figure, asking, "What do you want?" Silence hangs in the air, pushing me to rephrase my question: "Why are you frightening me?" As I lock eyes with him, I notice a slight grin forming at the corner of his lips, indicating that he is having pleasure from teasing me. Asshole!

Frustrated by his lack of direct answers, I assert, "I want answers!" His grin widens, and with a mischievous tone, he cryptically responds, "You will get your answers at a party." Confusion clouds my thoughts as I frown, still processing his enigmatic words. Before I can question him further, he turns and walks away. I try to follow him, but he vanishes into thin air, leaving me bewildered and questioning his true nature - is he truly a human or an evil spirit?

As my stepbrother returns from his business trip and resumes his responsibilities, I head back to college and prepare to immerse myself in my studies. The upcoming masquerade event at the college adds an element of excitement, but the thought of my stalker potentially attending fills me with apprehension.

If he chooses to reveal himself in front of others, the situation could escalate and lead to undesirable consequences. Determined to protect myself, I make a mental note to be cautious and alert during the event, bracing myself for any potential encounters with the mysterious figure who has been haunting me.

As the masquerade event at college approaches, a nagging thought lingers in the back of my mind - could this be the same party that the mysterious figure mentioned? The possibility sends a shiver down my spine, intertwining a sense of excitement with a creeping unease.

Realizing that I must uncover the truth and face the mysterious figure that has been troubling me, I understand that going to the masquerade party is my only option. With a strong determination to find answers, I get ready for the event, knowing that it might hold the key to solving the mysteries I've been grappling with.