I race back to the car but before pulling of I peak at the cracked door one more time to confirm that I’m not just seeing things.

I think to myself, now who would want to break in my home? I don’t have anything, so that means somebody’s out to get me?

I crouch down in the car seat.

It’s probably the cartel! All of these pornogragrsphic websites on my laptop they have to have my ip address by now.

But why would the cartel want to pick on me I have no business with them ?

Probably just to hold someone for ransom. My breath becomes heavy as I sircome to my paranoid thoughts. I reach in the glove department for a pistol.

But then notice that the department is empty

That’s right I sold the pistol for the new ps5

I get out of the car and dash to the tree on the side of the house and rip off a tree branch.

I hear someone coming

I prep myself

If I go out at least I went out swinging

I see a foor apear from the front door

I scream to the top of my lungs as I lunge at the figure

I stop myself on the mist of my persuit

When I realize that it was my fiancé

She screams “Kendall what are you doing”

I’m pause for a moment then drop the branch

That’s right

I live with my fiancé now. Disappointed in my self for not remembering that we just moved in together and not one time did it come across my mind that maybe she just forgot the close the door Or she ran in the house to get something

Embarrassed, I kick the branch out the way

“Baby you left the door open I thought someone was robbing us”

After the nightmare day I had at work, seeing that my front door is slightly open just makes for the cherry on a crappy sundae. Most people would be alarmed to see this display and immediately call the authorities. I’m not most people. Plus this isn’t my first rodeo. I know exactly who’s inside my house right now. My only question: how did he find me ?

    It’s no surprise that he’d be the one to come find me. I thought I could stay hidden just as well if not better than he can. It took him a few decades but he finally found me. I give him a lot of credit, he never gave up looking for me. Although I never wanted to be found, I’m sort of relieved it’s over. I no longer have to keep looking over my shoulders. I think maybe it’s time to  face him. I have to confront him sooner or later. 

 I walk up the dark cracked cobblestone steps and hesitate before opening the door any more than it already is. I’m about to face the man that made me what I am today, a blood thirsty vampire. 

I walk through the door and come face to face with him. “Hi dad.”

I was pulling up in my driveway when I noticed that the door was slightly open. That was odd I thought, I swear I closed and locked it.

A noise came from inside it sounded like howling. I stayed in my car.

Then I saw a note on the door, I was too curious so I got out of the car. The wind was howling loudly, the note flapped. I went up to the stairs. The note read

          𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂.

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂, 𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽

  That's strange I thought. I don't know anyone named Violet.

Before I could finish figuring out what the note meant I heard a loud shrieking noise. I wondered what that was but the note kept me from going in the house.

   I ran back to the car the howling and shrieking got louder. As I got farther from the house something seemed to be watching me.

My car rolls up the driveway slowly. My eyes dart to my front door; wide open and triggering a feeling of uncertainty in the pit of my stomach. I turn my keys and the ignition turns off with one last pop out of the tail pipe. I grab my bag from the front seat and step out of the car; hesitant and cautious. Instead of taking my normal route to the inside of the house, (the back door near the garage) I walk on the path to my front door. I slow my feet when I near the entrance and slowly lower my gaze to just before my feet. A piece of paper lies on the ground with its writing facing towards me:

‘It’s been a long time, friend. Come inside to see me.’

A lump forms in my throat. The feeling of uncertainty in my stomach transforms to a feeling of dread. She’s back . . . She’s alive . . . She’s here for me . . . I reach into my bag and fumble with my phone with my shaking hands. This can’t be happening . . . . The battery sign glows on the screen and makes my impending doom even more clear. I walk slowly up to my front porch and grab onto the handle of the door; tightly as to stop my hand from shaking. Pull yourself together . . . . She can’t see you like this. I pull the door the rest of the way open and step inside of my home knowing that I’ll probably be dead on my floor shortly.

Pulling up in the driveway, I noticed the front door is ajar. No one should be home. But I’ve got a sinking feeling that I know the intruder. Glancing at the time, I turn the car off. Just an hour before the kids are done with practice. So, I grab the groceries in the back and push the door open with my foot. Nothing’s been taken or unsettled. The only odd thing is the man going through one of my books in the family room. “Very similar to your mission reports in the early 2000s.” I ignored him putting up the groceries. For once I was glad of the open floor plan. Not only did it help with kids but it allowed me to keep an eye on the man. A familiar man that I couldn’t seem to remember. Perhaps it was the beard or the shoulder length hair. Back then all the men had kept their hair short. “A bummer about the ending though.” He continued as he put the book away. “But that doesn’t keep it from being a best seller. Not that you you need the extra income.” I sighed. It was Miles. The man couldn’t shut up if his life depended on it. And he took forever to get to the point. But he’d been even more annoying when we were kids. He moved to my side and I had to suppress the urge to grab the knife hidden in my belt. But I did grab his wrist when he tried to swipe the fruit snacks. “I told you I was done with that life.” He tilted his head, “And what if I told you that she was alive?” “That’s not possible.” But even after all these years I could tell when he spoke the truth. “Hana’s already gone after the lead. But she went missing and no one else has been able to get into the country.” He gave me a meaningful look. I got his point. Because of my dual citizenship I wouldn’t raise any brows. I’d just be visiting the family that deserted my father for the ravings of a lunatic. But Bin Laden was dead. Along with his supporters. But they would never forget how Father chose peace over their holy war. Nor would I ever forgive them for killing him. Hell, they’d almost killed me when they found out who I was working for. It was one of the two reasons that I didn’t want to return to Saudi Arabia. The other I didn’t even want to think about. But if she was alive... “Dalia?” I cursed quietly as my husband, Ray, came through the front door. He was supposed to go pick up the kids directly after work. But instead he stared at us, holding a bouquet of my namesake. “Who’s this?” At least there was no jealousy in his eyes. “Do you want to tell him or shall I?” Miles asked as he popped stolen fruit snacks into his mouth. I elbowed him in the stomach making him spit up as I put the last box away. “He’s just an old coworker.” “Ah, from the literacy agency.” Ray gave me the bouquet and kissed my cheek. “I suppose my surprise will have to wait till later.” I glanced at Miles who was still eating the stolen package of fruit snacks. He gave me a salute and went back to the living room bookshelf. “What’s going on?” Ray asked, looking between us. “I’ve accepted an assignment. I’ll have to leave tonight.” His brow furrowed. “I thought…” “Jen’s alive.” I blurted. Now that I’d said it aloud tears were starting to prick my eyes. “Hana went after her but she’s gone missing too. I’m the only one left who can bring them back.” “Ok.” Ray nodded. “Ok. But promise me you’ll be careful. I don’t want the kids to lose another mother.” I touched my forehead to his. “They won’t.” We stood like that until Miles cleared his throat. “Hate to break up the moment but headquarters is blowing up my phone.” “Should I get your go bag?” Ray asked. I shook my head. “The agency will have everything I need.” Ray nodded taking the bouquet from me. “I guess the surprise will have to wait.” I grabbed him before he could turn away and kissed him. Only Miles’ tapping foot broke us apart. Then I was out the door and unfortunately back to my old life.

I hesitate. I don’t want to go in, if it’s who I think it is. Cuckoo, as my husband refers to his ex-wife, has been contacting me recently. I am not on the restraining order as she never seemed to pose a direct threat to me. Her beef was with him; I wasn’t in the picture till well after their contentious divorce and custody battle were over. My social media was as locked down as it could be, my privacy settings tight. I’d blocked her from my Gmail when over the course of two days a few years ago I got 300 emails sent in a frenzy all at once, photos and doctored documents “proving” she was the sane one and my husband was an abuser. I ignored the emails, blocked her, tightened everything up, and didn’t hear another word until two weeks ago when I received some vaguely threatening texts promising to prove to me that my husband was a liar and that I WOULD LISTEN to her this time. Now my front door, which I admittedly forget to lock sometimes, is open. I want to call the police but my first worry is my animals. I wouldn’t put it past this psycho to harm the things we love. I don’t have to make the call. As I step out of my car, a squad car with another one close behind, swoosh up with that short clipped woop woop partial siren they use. “Your neighbor called, ma’am. Stay by your car.” said the first officer, a burly red faced fellow quickly and authoritatively. “She said someone suspicious went into your house.” He motioned to the other officer and Burly Red Face proceeded through the front while his younger colleague went around back. I stood with my car shielding me, watching with a kind of detachment, a state I go into when I don’t have control of a bad situation. Within a few seconds I heard a minor commotion, the calm but stern voice of the police officer and the rapid fire, angry, high pitched protestation of innocence and blame emanating from the perpetrator, exactly whom I suspected. Then they came out the front door, she in handcuffs, still spewing nonsense, her blond hair disheveled, her eyes black with crazy rage. She looked over at me and her eyes narrowed. “You’ll pay for this! My dad knows the governor!” She howled. I didn’t respond, and looked away as she was led to the police car. The officer loaded her in amid more kicking and nonsensical screaming, and came over to provide me with his card and a case number, promising we would hear more soon. He told me to check if anything had been disturbed in the house and to let them know. I realized I hadn’t said a word this whole time. I swallowed and thanked him and started walking toward my front steps. I was now aware I’d been gripping my keys and my hand was sore with the force of my hold on them. I had a quick flash of gratitude for my nosy neighbors, all equipped with security cameras and inquiring minds, trapped working at home during quarantine. I took a deep breath, and walked inside.

NOTE:This story is going to be continue on my wattspad Olive_Icha

Sally was driving home she was tried Sally was partying with her friends tonight but Sally got struck driving them home because she wasn’t the only one who drinking at the party but Sally didn’t complain about it though

Sally then parked her car in the driveway she was going to get her car keys and get out of the car but she then the front door was opened a bit “uncle and auntie aren’t home yet so who’s in the house?” Sally asked her self then hear footsteps Sally then got her pocket knife and got down in her car holding her knife tightly

“Andy you got that lady necklace?” Someone asked “yeah you got that guys money and watch?” Someone else asked “yeah Chase Zoey let’s go!” Someone yelled Sally just waited for them to leave but one of them saw her car “Boss this car wasn’t here before” Zoey said pointing out the car to them “Damn it those old bats got someone living with them?” Danny said angrily then through about it “you know what steal whatever you can find from the car” Danny said

“Alright boss” both Chase and Zoey said then looked at the car seeing it’s a hybrid red car “it’s a nice car for the old bats to pay for” Zoey said “yeah they must have stolen it” Chase said Sally listen to their conversation from the inside of the car trying not to move or be notice by them “old bats auntie and uncle are in their fourthly” Sally said in her head a few minutes go by and Sally’s in their van mouth covered and hands tie because she moved a bit away from a spider and they caught her

“She kind of looks like that old man” Zoey said looking at Sally’s face seeing Sally’s a beauty from her ice blue eyes to her dark brown hair “stop looking at her Zoey it’s getting weird” Chase said getting a romantic vibe “oh shut up Chase!” Zoey said getting annoyed

“You two shut up...both annoying” the “boss” said “boss what we’re going to do to the girl?” Andy asked “I dunno...to be honest” they said not that sure they then had stop because of the red light “finally a break” Zoey said stop covering Sally’s mouth getting something some the back “their going to come to me!” Sally said “shut up!” They said getting annoyed fast by Sally’s voice they had took a glance at the traffic light seeing it was turning “you got it Zoey?” They asked “yes boss” Zoey said then put it on Sally’s mouth then the red light turned green cars started driving again to their position....

(To be continue on wattspad)

Letters come and go, telling me I should run. What do I do instead? I lead my family out to the bright light of the sun. The not so “secret admirer” said they’d hurt my kids, but I thought it was an excuse to shut my eyelids.

Now I know that threats really are promises. The warnings of harming those I love ringing in my head are spelled in my children’s blood. My cries are filled with dread.

The door was wide open when I pulled up the driveway. She hadn’t come back for months. I wondered why now? Prissy and I were together for a long time. A lot can happen in 5 years, and a partner for that long would surely see it all. We broke up on and off, but for 5 years, I was undoubtedly hers. Prissy and Me. That wasn’t a question. Priscilla was a gun, and I was the provider of the bullets. She was a burnt out wood pile, and I was the match to kindle her fury. Her and I were fire on fire, growing and growing with every moment spent. Only, this fire didn’t burn out without the destruction of a home on the way. Of our home. We weren’t meant to love. There were plenty of good times. Prissy and I went to Latte Shoppe, the local coffee shop, every Sunday morning. She wore a summer dress, with the same white cardigan and white beach hat every time. Maybe she was back to get those. I hadn’t noticed how long I had been pondering our unlovable love. I returned back to reality by the beeping of my car telling me I needed to put my seatbelt on. I turned it off. The walk up to my house from my car felt years and years long. I thought about it all. What was I going to say? There wasn’t anything to say with the way we left things. There was also no more time to think as I approached the steps. Here goes everything. The sound of sobbing and shredding paperback echoed from the hall, and I was instantly reminded of what it felt like when the good times faded. When we got home, our coffee downed, her hat and cardigan off. Hung up to use the next Sunday. “Quit! You didn’t!” She sighed between deep breaths , sobs sneaking in occasionally. Her face was brought to a sudden calm as she realized I was standing in my bedroom doorframe; and I had been watching her for moments. Her ocean blue eyes met mine, and she immediately hid her face in her hands. It was almost as if she assumed that if she couldn’t see me, I couldn’t see her. “I have a few questions.” I broke the silence after minutes of her sobs and pants slithering up my neck into my ears. “I’m sure. A lot was left unanswered.” She finally stood to her feet, wiping her eyes and rubbing her temples. “I mean, yes. But I was referring to the fact that you broke into my home, and—“ “Your home?” Her face didn’t break, but I could see her eyes gloom and her mouth quiver. “Priscilla, this became my home a long time ago.”
She scoffed, and I was finally able to look down at what had been ripped. My drawing. I broke this time. Prissy had drawn me two cats knitting a yarn ball in to a heart when we were in 4th grade. I was the weirdo, she was the prissy popular princess. Hence the nickname. Everyone made fun of her for it, but her confidence was persistent. I went straight home and framed it. The same frame. And she ripped it. “How— how could you do this?” I yelled falling to the floor. The paper had been ripped down the middle. Straight down the yarn heart. “It’s a metaphor.” She mumbled. I looked into her eyes. “I did that to the heart on the paper. You did that to the heart in my chest.” I stood, about to say more. She stormed through my left shoulder, grabbed her purse, and slammed the door behind her. That door opened just as fast as it shut. She stormed right back in, her purse dropping carelessly. She grabbed my arm and pulled me in. I could feel the anger leaving her body in her kiss. When she pulled away, I bent to get the paper. Reaching in her purse, I pulled out her scotch tape. She always had everything handy. I’ve always found that really cute. I carefully taped the paper back down the middle, reviving the heart of yarn. “I fixed this heart, and I’ll fix yours. I love you, Prissy.” She took the paper from me, embracing me once more. “I love you, Red. It hurts, but I do.” We held each other for hours and hours more. Just me and Prissy. Fire on fire.

The kids were at school. The wife was at work. That sinking feeling that you know who’s intruded. It hit my stomach and I felt the butterflies fluttering like a tornado. I turned off the ignition and opened the door, keeping my eye on the door to see if I could see any sudden movements in the small gap. A large truck pulled in behind me and it confirmed my suspicions.

Bang! The front door is opened wide and an official looking man is holding my laptop and my hard drive.

“Hey!” I called to him and he looked at me with an intense stare.

“Hello Mr Short. I’m repossessing your possessions as you have failed to pay your debt and bailiff charges from out last visit.”

“You can’t do this.” I replied more out of reflex rather than any ground.

“Mr Short, you failed to give us permission on our first visit and so we are legally allowed to gain entry by locksmith to obtain the value you owe from your any possessions we deem of value.”

“I need that laptop for work.”

“You should have thought of that before. You have a few days to get the money or it will be auctioned.”

The bailiff continued to walk and place the laptop and hard drive into the truck.

More people entered and left the house, taking all sorts of shapes and sizes. The sofas, ornaments and I watched helplessly as things he had grown used to, be taken away.