Stalker!

          As I walk in front of the old movie theatre I hear footsteps behind me. They are light footsteps so, I thought it was just someone playing a joke or walking carefully on the ice patches. Yet, when I turn around there was no one in sight as if I was walking through an empty, deserted town. I think of the movies or television shows where this happens to someone and you’re telling the person on the screen that they are a dumbass for brushing it off. And you’re yelling at them to run, look behind them, or even not to stop walking no matter what. Now that I am there what am there what am I supposed to do?

            I stopped in front of the police station. I hesitate to go inside. I stand there looking at the building as cops walk past me. In and out of the station they go. No one questions why I just stand there staring. They act as if I am not there at all. I look around and the feeling of someone watching or following me is gone. Yet, I still want to go inside and talk to someone to feel safe. I put my foot on the first step and I get the feeling that this is right. So, I take another step. I eventually reach the door and I grab the handle. And I open it and lift my foot slowly.

            As I go to step into the station I let go of the door. I turn and run down the stairs feeling like this is all in my head and I rush home hoping that no one will follow. As soon as I open my front door the feeling of being watched rushes through my body. And at that moment I regret not going into the station. So, I scurried into the house and slammed the door shut and locked all five of the dead bolt locks. Even with all those locks on I still felt unsafe. I decided to grab the phone and call Randall.

            “Hello?” Randall said in a sleepy voice.

            “Randall, I, I think someone was following me home tonight,” I said in shaky and scared voice.

            “What do you mean? Who followed you home?”

            “I have no clue. It just felt like someone was following me home tonight. I really wish you were here tonight. I could really use you.”

            “Jules, you are going to be okay. I am here no matter how far away you or I am. Just take a deep breath and cuddle with the dogs.”

            “I want you here too.”

            “Why do you need me there?”

            “Because. I feel safer with you here.”

            “I’ll be back in a week or so. Can you last until I get home?”

            “I’ll try. But, I want you here now. I don’t feel safe at all.”

            “I’ll be there as soon as I can when the plane lands. If you still feel unsafe tomorrow then call me and I will try to get on a plane as soon as possible.”

            “Alright. I’ll let you get back to your family. Love you buddy.”

            “Love you too. Now get some sleep.”

            “Ok. Goodnight.”

            “Night.”

            After locking up the entire house completely and talking to Randall, I grabbed my little Maltese puppy named Spades and called for my German Shepherd named Sparks. Sparks arrived at my side and  I ran up my stairs with Spades in arm and Sparks not far behind. We ran into the bedroom and right as Sparks walked through the threshold of my room he jumped onto my bed I closed the door and locked it. I placed Spades on the bed and she walked over to Sparks and curled up with him. So, while my dogs were curled up with each other I decided to take a shower hoping that it would help me calm down.

            I stood in the shower just letting the water hit me and I can’t help but think of the feelings I had while I was walking home. I just didn’t understand why that feeling went away as soon as I stood in front of the police station and why it mysteriously came back to me the moment I opened my front door. Trying to brush it all off and hoping that it was just nothing I finished up in the shower. I dried off and got my clothes on quickly while looking out the window to make sure no one was out there and then, I curled up with my lovely dogs. As I climbed into bed Sparks picked up Spades by the back of the neck and moved over so I would have a little room. But, he didn’t lie back down till after I got comfy and then he snuggled up with me and then placed Spades in between his front paws and then put his head down to sleep.

            As I was sleeping I got woken up by the sound of Sparks barking. This startled me because Sparks never barks not even when the doorbell rings. I started to get worried though because his bark was coming from downstairs. He wasn’t in my room anymore and my bedroom door was wide open and I never unlocked it. As soon as I noticed these things I went into my nightstand and grabbed my father’s pistol that he gave me as a house warming gift. I made sure it was fully loaded and I started out my bedroom with the pistol at my side so I didn’t accidentally shoot one of my dogs. I sort of felt like James Bond or like I was a soldier in Call of Duty sneaking around my house quietly and looking for a bad guy to shoot.

            As I reached the top of the stairs I looked down trying to see if I could see Sparks or Spades. As I looked down I heard Sparks bark and I knew he was near the kitchen. As I slowly walked down the staircase I was looking up and down the stairs to make sure no one came up behind me. My body began to shake as I continued to get a step closer to the bottom of the stairs since I didn’t know what was around any corner…well more like who was around those corners. As I search my house I start to wonder if the person that could be in my house was the same person I felt watching me and following me on my way home. I look back on that day and I question myself on why I didn’t pick up the phone and call the police at this point. I guess it was because I was more worried about my dogs than myself.

            I took the final step off the stairs and I turned and looked into the dining room behind me and as I looked in there I turned the light on…thinking it would blind the perpetrator since he or she has been walking around in the dark. I turned the light on in every room downstairs before I went into the kitchen where my baby was. He was just sitting there barking at the stairway that was in the kitchen that led to the upstairs. I tapped my leg and he stopped barking and turned to look at me and he had a scared look on his face but, at that point I didn’t think anything of it. I just told him to come on and we went back upstairs. On our way to the stairwell I turned off every light and checked all the doors and windows downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight.

            When Sparks and I finally arrived back into my room I closed and locked the door up while he went and jumped up on my bed. Right before I got into bed I didn’t see Spades in my bed anywhere but, I didn’t freak out because some nights she jumps off of the bed and goes and curls up in my closet on top of a pile of my clothes. So, I got into my bed and curled up with Sparks and fell back to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up again because it felt like none of my dogs were in my bed. As I sat up to check if they were lying on the floor I noticed my door wide open again and a figure standing there staring at me. I went to reach for my pistol but I couldn’t find it anywhere.

            As I searched frantically for the pistol the figure starts to walk closer to me. I scream for Sparks but, all he does is bark. His bark sounds muffled as if he was locked in another room and Spades must be with him because she is nowhere in my room and her little bark sounds muffled too. As the figure got to the edge of my bed I started to move to the other side of my bed. Where was I supposed to go? I was trapped.

            “Where do you think you are going slut?” Uttered the mysterious person. Their voice sounds like it was disguised because, it didn’t sound like anyone from the town.

            “Get away from me,” I screamed.

            “Come  here!” They said as they grabbed my leg tightly and slowly pulled me near. As they pulled me closer it felt as if they were feeling my leg. Rubbing and caressing it. Yet, still maintaining their tight grip on my left leg. I tried to kick them away but, they took every blow I had.

             “Get off of me!”

             They didn’t make a sound. All I could hear was my dogs barking in the background. I feared for my life what am I supposed to do? How much longer was this going to go on for?

            “Why are you doing this to me?” I said as tears streamed down my face. “What. Did. I. Do. To. You? Who are you? What do you want from me?” I continued to hit them but they were still overpowering me. “Just leave me alone! Let me go! Please! Stop!”

           They didn’t utter a word or sound even as I laid there crying and begging them to stop. Even while begging and crying I still continued to try and fight them off of me. But, eventually I felt as if no matter what I did, whatever was going to happen was going to happen. No one was going to rush into my house to stop it. Crap, I couldn’t even stop it and I was doing absolutely everything. I just continued to question who this was and why they wouldn’t reveal themselves to me. I had to have known them this was a small town. Everybody knows everybody. So, why was it so hard to figure out?

            As I laid there the person continued to rub their hands all over my naked body as if they were trying to arouse me. But who gets aroused while getting raped? I was beginning to think that this person was a girl because it seemed like they were getting aroused by just rubbing my body. They had me pressed against their pelvis and there was no sign of a boner. But, at the same time I was too terrified to realize anything at this point except, that I was about to be raped. I began to grab the other side of the bed and try to pull myself away as they were taking their clothes off. They grabbed my waist and yanked me closer to them. Once they got their pants down around their ankles they climbed on top of me and pinned me down and then proceeded to tie me to the headboard and baseboard of my bed. At this point, I could tell that it was a man because they untied my right hand and then, grabbed my hand and placed it on his penis and forced me to stroke it. I tried to pull my hand away but their grip just got tighter and tighter. After a while he tied my hand back up to the bed.

            He got off of me and walked to the end of my bed and just stood there leaning against my bed with his head down looking at the floor. It seemed like he was regretting or second guessing what he was doing. I just laid on the bed begging him to untie me and leave.

            “Please, let me go and don’t hurt me. Just untie me and leave and I won’t call the cops I’ll just act like all this never happened. Please!”

            “Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch!” The man said with his voice undisguised. This voice sounded so familiar. I tried to put a face with the voice. But I couldn’t think clearly. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed one Spades’ toys. I tried to reach for it but the rope was too short and so was my arm. I tried to push my arm closer but nothing worked. The man turned around and saw what I was trying to do so he jumped on top of me again but this time he hit me.

            I could tell that he was no longer second guessing anything anymore. He began to rub his hands all over me again. He was gripping my boobs so hard that it felt he was going to rip them straight off of my body. He started to kiss my neck and bite my chest. Forcing himself on me and turning my face harshly trying to get me to look at him and trying to kiss me. Grabbing the side of my pushing my lips to make it seem like I was puckering my lips up to kiss him then he would open my mouth and stick his tongue down my throat. I had tears running down my face just wanting it all to end. I finally felt him slowly get off me hoping he was done but of course, I was completely wrong. He just positioned himself on top of my chest. He lifted my head up and slammed him penis down my throat. He shoved it so deep into my throat that I threw up at least four times.

            Praying for all of this to just end but, I knew it probably wasn’t going to end till it about morning because then, he would be forced to leave before the sun came up so I wouldn’t see who he was. He got off of my chest and moved down to my vagina. He started to rub my vagina trying to turn me on. I tried to close my legs but he had my legs tied too far apart on the baseboard. Every time I attempted to close my legs he would push them open and put pressure onto my legs and it felt like my bones were going to break in half.

            He put his left hand around my throat. Enough pressure to hurt me but not enough to strangle or kill me. As he was choking me he put his penis inside of me. He began to penetrate me slowly to get his enjoyment and pleasure out of it. Then he began to penetrate me faster and faster. The faster he went the tighter his grip around my neck got.

            “Stop. Please. You’re hurting me,” I begged. Hoping he would stop.

            “You’ve been asking for this for a long time. Just be a real woman and take it.”

            The voice started to become more and more recognizable but I was still unable to put a face with the voice. I turned my head with tears running down my cheeks and looked at the clock. It read seven in the morning. Only a maximum of thirty minutes left till the sun will rise and I can see his face.