You're Mine

Episode 5

I jerk up awake in my bed, with wide eyes, and looked around my room. Light rays are piercing through my window curtains. My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

Is it... morning already?

My eyes widen in realization. What the f**k!? I had slept? There was someone in my room yesterday night and I f*****g slept. Oh no. It felt like I dreamt but why can't I remember anything that I dreamt about?

My face pales, thinking if I move in front of the mirror, there will be another mark on my neck. I don't want to see it. I shook my head. No. I don't. Tears fall down my cheeks without my permission thinking about what I would find.

However, curiosity gets the best of me as I realize that I can't stand here forever. So with dreaded steps, I make my way in front of the mirror and instantly shut my eyes, not wanting to see what that 'mosquito' did now.

I just stood for 10 minutes, contemplating whether to open my eyes or not. "You have to", my subconscious replied

"Oka-yy" I whisper out loud and slowly open my eyes.

Surprised. That's what I am now.

I look at my neck from all directions, turning my head here and there.

Nothing ... Nada...

There is nothing on my neck. I look at myself in the mirror. How is that even possible? I can swear I feel someone. But what does the feeling of having someone prove? But I have to be careful.

What if he is dangerous? He is playing with me. I know he is. But why is he doing this to me? I haven't done anything wrong with anyone. I don't tease guys. I have always lived in the shadows for so many years.

My head hurts thinking about everything. I put my head in my hands from the pressure on my head.

I have to tell the police. I have to. I know that I don't have any proof but still, I don't care about a f*****g proof. I can't risk myself. I have to act like a woman, not a scared little girl. I won't let this guy, whoever he is, play with my head.

And my body.

I won't.

***

"So... You are telling us that someone came into your house or particularly your room, and bit you on the neck? " Officer Lary asks me.

"Yes, this is what I had said." I reply to her question.

"You got any proof? " The other officer, Jones, inquires.

I turn my head towards him. He is leaning against my bookshelf in my living room, inspecting them. He looks like to be in his 40s while Lary who is sitting in front of me on the couch, looks like she is in her 30s.

I called them an hour ago and told them about my situation.

"Yes... There are faded marks on my neck.." I whisper, looking down. I feel someone put their hand on my shoulder.

I look up to find Lary, looking at me with concern.

"Do you mind showing us? "

I nod my head and move my neck aside slightly for them to look at it. They both at them to take a better view and I close my eyes in shame.

"Did the person do any other thing besides this? " Jones asks me.

I pause, thinking whether it will be a good thing to tell them about that getting me wet scene. I think not. That is so embarrassing.

"You have to tell us everything, you know? It is for your safety.." Lary tries to convince me. I sigh, I can't tell because police can sense lie and I don't want them to think that I am lying but a little bit of editing won't hurt. Will it?

"Yesterday, I woke up by feeling my neck all wet and there is this sensation of someone's tongue trailing..."

"Is it just this? You have to tell us the truth... We are here to help you." Jones forces me.

"I'm telling the truth. That's it. Nothing else." I plead.

"Okay, honey. I'm going to ask you some personal questions. Are you okay with that? " Lary asks me, softly.

"Ummm.." I look at Jones. He rolls his eyes before saying,

"I'm going to have a look around your house."

I nod and then ask Lary to go on.

"If you don't mind us asking but do you have any boyfriend or any love interest currently?"

"No" I reply and brace myself for the next question cause I know what that would be.

"Did you have any boyfriends in the past?" I consider this a very difficult question because one question always brings up another.

"Yes.." I whisper, lowly.

"Why are you not together now? Any fight that can be considered serious?"

"No. He left suddenly." Lary frowns in confusion.

"Why?"

"I don't know." I know without looking at them that they might be thinking how pathetic I am. I don't know why my boyfriend left me all these years.

"What do you mean by you don't know?"

"I just don't know ..okay? He just left without telling me anything. He just left and never came back. I prefer it that way that so-" I say loudly before choking on the last part as tears clog up my throat.

"He does not come back. " I blink my eyes repeatedly to keep my tears at bay.

"Okay, calm down. Have some water, here.." Lary hands me a glass of water which is on the coffee table beside the couch. I gulp down the water slowly while trying to keep my tears at bay.

"Look.. It is for your safety I can understand that it is hard for you but you have to do this for your safety, dear" She encourages.

"His name is Xander, we'd met in college, been in a relationship for 2 years, fall in love, he left without telling me anything four years ago except that he will come back and never did." I tell her in one breath and wish it to be the end of this conversation.

"He told you he will come back? Do you think that maybe he is the one?"

"Why is he hiding and not coming in front of me if he is the one? It doesn't make any sense."

"I know. I am thinking the same thing if he is really back, he won't hide. So do you have any intimate relationship with anyone? Or you either had share some intimate moments with anyone?"

My face probably looks like a tomato now.

Should I tell her about Justin? How embarrassed I am now. I never in my entire life share my s****l life with anyone. I can do this, I encourage myself. I sigh, thinking ' for your safety, Alex'.

"Uhh... well for 4 years, I had never been with anyone. But just yesterday...." I trail off. Lary looks at me with attention, catching my words carefully.

"Uhh there is my colleague or you can say co-manager, Justin, we've met in a club and we kissed." I reply, editing the details as much as possible.

"Do you ever feel uncomfortable with him? Did he ever do something that made you feel that he could be the one? "

"Well... He told me yesterday, that he sort of like me. He had asked me on the dates before twice but I had denied him previously." I start to rub my hands on my sweatpants, up and down to hold myself from fidgeting.

"Do you think he could be the one?"

"I really don't know." I reply and tears start to fall as doubts start circling my mind again. I wipe them but as much as I try to stop them, more comes out. Gradually, these tears become sobs.

"I do-don't know-ow what to d-do.. I am s-so sca-red.. " I sob into my hands. Lary starts to rub my back, whispering soothing words that they will find him. Jones comes barging into the room upon hearing my loud cries.

"What happened? Everything alright?" He asks. Then he looks at me and his features go soft.

"Look. We will find him out. Okay?" Lary says again after I have calmed myself down.

"Okay now. Listen to us carefully." Jones says and I nod my head up and down.

"We will put some police guards below your window and outside your house who will see if that person comes back. If he does, we will capture him."

I nod again. Yes, it is okay--no it is good. Guards will watch over, I'll be safe now.

"But if he doesn't, knowing that guards are patrolling the house-" Jones continues.

"-- we will be keeping an eye on that Justin guy, you go out with him like usual, and we will see his reactions around you. If we find anything suspicious, he will be down. Also, we will try to get information on Xander and about his whereabouts " My heart quickens a bit at this.

"Okay.. " I whisper, my heart thumping wildly inside my chest. Could they find information about him? Would they be able to?

"Yeah now, don't worry about anything. This stalker is going to come down, one way or the other."

Lary says with confidence, making me hug her. I don't know why but I think I needed it. She hugs me back with just the same affection.

"Thank you.." I tell them, suddenly feeling hope burst in my heart.

They move out of the house and I close my door. I lean my head on the door. Now everything will be alright. I'm going to be fine. I'm sure I am going to be fine.

Deep down I'm hoping that they find something anything about Xander but on the other hand, I am hoping that it won't be Justin.

***

Unknown Point Of View

I laugh, loudly at their ridiculousness.

Ohh that is hilarious.

Does she think that by telling the police and putting the patrols here and there, they can stop me?

Oh really me? Me? No human can stop me.

I shook my head, smirking. She underestimates me. I was thinking to quicken this game and finish it but now I won't. She will pay for this. No one can stop me from having her.

Let's think this, when I come again to her room without leaving any proof, just letting her know I'm there, what would she tell the police? That she can feel me? Yeah, what am I? A ghost? That no one can see me but she can feel me. I snort. They would probably think she's crazy.

Like they will believe her. I smile, my Alexandra is so adorable, oblivious love who thinks that she holds any power or these damn police hold any power to stop me. The reasons why I love her. I sigh in contentment.

I should reveal myself to her soon. I want her to moan my name in real life. I want her to squirm under me, not in her dreams, but reality. I can't wait.

Well. This is going to be interesting.