Epilogue Part Two
HALLE
“Ash, stop freaking out. I’m fine, I promise!” I tell my sister, rolling my eyes again.
“You have a fucking stalker, Halle. Stop taking this shit so lightly!” she says, and I can hear the anger in her voice, but what sticks out more is the fear there as well.
“I know, and I’m doing everything I can to stay safe besides staying home. I don’t take the same routes every day. I watch my surroundings. I’ve attended plenty of self-defense lessons. I carry my pistol, taser, and mace.” I repeat the same thing I told her a couple of days ago.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m hounding you about your safety, but I can’t let anything happen to you. You’re my little sister, my best friend,” she says, sadness in her tone.
“And you are mine, but I can’t just hide out here. You travel and work and get to do all this cool stuff. I work and come home to this stuffy, empty house. I want to live and not hide. I’ll never hide from anyone. Fuck that,” I say, adamant about this.
“I know, I know. Just… be safe,” she tells me before we say our goodbyes and hang up the phone.
I don’t know what the fuck I did to acquire a stalker, but I’ll tell you this: if I ever get my hands on the fucker who left a dead cat on my doorstep, I’ll…
My thoughts are cut off as a hand wraps around my mouth and another around my throat.
“Scream, and I’ll start cutting, bitch. You're mine now.”
The end…For now.