My Darkest Desire
Please Be A Prank..
The blood in your veins turned icey cold, & your eyes grew frightened & wide as you phone slipped out of your hand, & crashed to the floor. Your entire body began to tremble & all you could do was bite back the tears that were stinging your eyes & mutter 'no no no..' over & over again.
"It has to be just a prank.." You murmured outloud, shaking your head back & forth repeatedly, trying to convince yourself you had nothing to worry about. Though it definitely wasn't, yourself & Andy were the only ones that knew about the hooded figure & his threats. Not even the rest of the guys knew, even though they were involved (Andy figured the two of you could take the bastard down, no sweat, so there was no reason to tell them). & After the calls had stop coming, he just figured it was over with so they never needed to know. So you were definitely scared. Scared to death actually. Unless Andy told someone or he was trying to scare you since it was Halloween, it had to be the psychopath in the hooded cloak from your dream. Andy would never do something that mean just to scare you a bit though, & if he would have told somebody, he more than likely would have asked if it was ok with you ahead of time. So that only left one opption. It had to be the man (or creature) that had threatened Andy's life, & the lives of nearly everyone else you cared for.
Tears spilled down your face as fear consumed you. He couldn't be back, not now.. Just when things were getting back to the way they used to be. You couldn't let it get to you, not tonight anyway. You needed to just ignore it, hide it from Andy until morning atleast, & pretend like you never heard that voicemail. He wasn't going to ruin your night, you finally had the old Andy back, you weren't going back to the awkward relationship you had been in with him for the last few months. You just had to forget about it, for now, or maybe just drink yourself into oblivion & forget about everything other than the fact that you're having a good time. On your favorite Holiday with your favorite people. The hangover would be worth it, & you can adress your problem in the morning.
Once you had calmed down slightly, & the trembling ceased (though your breathing was still coming in quick & shallow breaths, & your heart was hammering in your chest), you fixed your smeared makeup. Put on a happy face (& prayed it was convincing), & knelt down to pick up your phone & put the battery back in & the back piece back on that had popped off when it hit the hard tile floor.
"He is not going to ruin my night.. He does NOT scare me." You whispered to yourself, trying to calm your thundering heart & slightly shaky hands (but most of all, your racing mind & your terror). "I need to just brush it off & stay strong.. For myself. For my relationship. For Andy.." You pressed the little green button on your phone to turn it on so you could see how long you'd been in there. 20 minutes & of course Lily, Andy, & even Ashley had send you a couple texts each. Wondering where the hell you were & in you had passed out or something. "Shit." You sent out a mass text, telling them you had to fix your makeup & smoke a cigarette & you were on your way back now before standing up again to grab your stuff & head out.
Once you had all your junk back in your purse (& said purse slung over your shoulder), you glaced up at the large mirror behind the sink, to check your makeup & costume one last time. Only to see a tall figure, clad only in a black, hooded cloak. Standing directly behind you.
I'm so sorry! I absolutely love this story, and you! I hope things get better for you, darling, you deserve the best.
7/30/15