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into a state of panic.
They’re here. They found me. They’ve come to take
anything I might have left.
I shake my head awake, reminding myself that it can’t be
them. The likelihood of that being the case is just not feasible. Slowly, I
peel the covers from atop my body and set my feet on the ground. I feel a
little better. The aches aren’t as strong. The pain isn’t as sharp.
I quietly step out of my room and stop in the living room,
as I use the arm of my couch to quickly steady myself before moving toward the
door. The fist is still banging, but I can only move so fast. I sneak a peek
out of the peephole, but the only thing I see is a fist. I feel a chill race up
my spine as I prepare to unlock the door.
Should I really do this? It could be anyone. He might
want to hurt me.
I bury my face in my hands for a brief second. What is wrong
with me? Why can’t I shake this helpless feeling?
There’s only one thing I can do: I have to face my fear. I
have to open the door.
But I’m not prepared for the sight I see. There, standing in
front of me, covered in blood and riddled with gashes, is Johnny.
“What… what happened to you?”
“I told you not to leave, Caroline.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Johnny, what happened to you?”
He pushes the door open and swings past me, careful not to
touch me in the process.
“How did you get here?” He questions as he closes the door
behind him.
“I called Keith.”
“Keith? Keith?” He seems angry and agitated.
“What happened to you?” I reach up toward his face.
“Oh, this?” He wipes the back of his sleeve across his face.
“This is just makeup.”
“Oh my God. Seriously? You left set like that?” I scold him,
as I feel my heart rate start to subside in my chest. I really want to slap him
for scaring me like that. “I thought someone attacked you!”
“Me?” He begins to laugh. “Look at me, Caroline. No one is
going to attack me.”
It makes sense; no one would attack him. He’s a giant. And
yet, him saying that just makes me feel even more vulnerable… more susceptible…
more… weak.
“So Keith. Is that your boyfriend?”
“Keith? No. I told you my boyfriend’s name is Nick.”
Nick. Oh my God, Nick. I haven’t told Nick. I didn’t even
think to call Nick.
“Do you have your phone on you?” I ignore his stare and hold
out my hands.
Johnny pulls his phone from his pocket, and I steal it
quickly from his fingers. I call my voicemail.
You have four new messages.
*Beep*
Message one:
Caroline, it’s Nick. Are you ignoring me? Call me back.
*Beep*
Message two:
Caroline, this is ridiculous. Answer my texts or call me
back. I don’t need to be chasing you all over the country.
*Beep*
Message three:
Okay, is this really how you want to play this game? Fine.
No, I didn’t want to come out to Los Angeles this weekend, but I didn’t make up
the meeting. You know how important my job is to me, and now you’re being a
child. I would appreciate a little respect from time to time.
*Beep*
Message four:
It’s now been twelve hours. Are you serious? I know you have
a tendency to be petty, but this is insane. Should I assume this is it? Is this
how you’re breaking up with me after five years? Or what? Did you plan on
breaking up with my in person if I came out this weekend? That’s real nice of
you: make me fly six hours there to see you, break up with me, and then let me
fly six hours right back. That’s real mature, Caroline. Real mature. Oh wait…
it actually would have been more mature than what you’re doing now. You know
what? Fine. I’m happier without you.
*Beep*
I let the phone slide down my face as I take in everything I
just heard. Everything.
Well, this day is pretty freaking awesome. (That was more
sarcasm for you.)
My eyes still fixed on the corner of the room, I decide to
talk, as Johnny
They’re here. They found me. They’ve come to take
anything I might have left.
I shake my head awake, reminding myself that it can’t be
them. The likelihood of that being the case is just not feasible. Slowly, I
peel the covers from atop my body and set my feet on the ground. I feel a
little better. The aches aren’t as strong. The pain isn’t as sharp.
I quietly step out of my room and stop in the living room,
as I use the arm of my couch to quickly steady myself before moving toward the
door. The fist is still banging, but I can only move so fast. I sneak a peek
out of the peephole, but the only thing I see is a fist. I feel a chill race up
my spine as I prepare to unlock the door.
Should I really do this? It could be anyone. He might
want to hurt me.
I bury my face in my hands for a brief second. What is wrong
with me? Why can’t I shake this helpless feeling?
There’s only one thing I can do: I have to face my fear. I
have to open the door.
But I’m not prepared for the sight I see. There, standing in
front of me, covered in blood and riddled with gashes, is Johnny.
“What… what happened to you?”
“I told you not to leave, Caroline.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Johnny, what happened to you?”
He pushes the door open and swings past me, careful not to
touch me in the process.
“How did you get here?” He questions as he closes the door
behind him.
“I called Keith.”
“Keith? Keith?” He seems angry and agitated.
“What happened to you?” I reach up toward his face.
“Oh, this?” He wipes the back of his sleeve across his face.
“This is just makeup.”
“Oh my God. Seriously? You left set like that?” I scold him,
as I feel my heart rate start to subside in my chest. I really want to slap him
for scaring me like that. “I thought someone attacked you!”
“Me?” He begins to laugh. “Look at me, Caroline. No one is
going to attack me.”
It makes sense; no one would attack him. He’s a giant. And
yet, him saying that just makes me feel even more vulnerable… more susceptible…
more… weak.
“So Keith. Is that your boyfriend?”
“Keith? No. I told you my boyfriend’s name is Nick.”
Nick. Oh my God, Nick. I haven’t told Nick. I didn’t even
think to call Nick.
“Do you have your phone on you?” I ignore his stare and hold
out my hands.
Johnny pulls his phone from his pocket, and I steal it
quickly from his fingers. I call my voicemail.
You have four new messages.
*Beep*
Message one:
Caroline, it’s Nick. Are you ignoring me? Call me back.
*Beep*
Message two:
Caroline, this is ridiculous. Answer my texts or call me
back. I don’t need to be chasing you all over the country.
*Beep*
Message three:
Okay, is this really how you want to play this game? Fine.
No, I didn’t want to come out to Los Angeles this weekend, but I didn’t make up
the meeting. You know how important my job is to me, and now you’re being a
child. I would appreciate a little respect from time to time.
*Beep*
Message four:
It’s now been twelve hours. Are you serious? I know you have
a tendency to be petty, but this is insane. Should I assume this is it? Is this
how you’re breaking up with me after five years? Or what? Did you plan on
breaking up with my in person if I came out this weekend? That’s real nice of
you: make me fly six hours there to see you, break up with me, and then let me
fly six hours right back. That’s real mature, Caroline. Real mature. Oh wait…
it actually would have been more mature than what you’re doing now. You know
what? Fine. I’m happier without you.
*Beep*
I let the phone slide down my face as I take in everything I
just heard. Everything.
Well, this day is pretty freaking awesome. (That was more
sarcasm for you.)
My eyes still fixed on the corner of the room, I decide to
talk, as Johnny
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