THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THIS BOOK. I KNOW IT WAS EXTREMELY SHORT, HENCE WHY I CHANGED ITS GENRE TO SHORT STORY. I KNOW THIS WASN'T REALLY BASED OFF OF THE STALKER KIND OF EXPECTATIONS YOU PROBABLY HAD, I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT. NOW, PLEASE ENJOY THIS FINAL CHAPTER. ALSO FAIR WARNING, CONTAINS A SCENE REVOLVING AROUND RAPE. IF YOU HAVE ISSUES, DON'T READ. YOU HAVE BEEN W A R N E D.
I had just gotten out of the shower, my hair still dripping wet as I made my way to the bedroom. I leaned against the door frame, a small smile made its way to my face as my eyes landed on Jade laying down on the bed.
Jade's eyebrows were furrowed as her eyes scanned the printed words upon the page from the book she was reading. The sight was endearing, her focused look was just adorable, plain and simple. Jade's crystal eyes glanced up, probably from sensing my presence, and locked with my hazel green ones. She smiled at me as I walked to the vanity and picked up a comb. I ran the comb through my hair, wincing as the tangled bits got caught in the comb and pulled at my scalp.
"So what do you want to do tonight Jadey?" I asked once I had finished, setting the comb back down on the vanity and walking over to the bed to join her.
"Can we have a movie night?" Jade asked, giving me those big, hopeful eyes of hers that made my heart melt, I shook my head in amusement as I got out of bed and made my way to the drawer where we kept our movies.
"Course babe, what do you want to watch?" I questioned my girlfriend as I opened the drawer, looking at the wide variety of movies we had collected over the years.
"What about Aladdin?" Jade asked, I gave her a look as if to say "seriously?", she shrugged innocently.
I grabbed Aladdin and inserted the DVD into the DVD player. I swear, every time we had a movie night, Jade wanted to watch Aladdin. I couldn't blame her though, it was her favorite movie of all time after all.
"I swear, you're honestly a lot like Jade Thirlwall," I chuckled as I moved to go join Jade back on the bed, but she sat up with excitement written on her face.
"I've got an idea," Jade said as she jumped out of bed and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "You stay here, I'm going to go out. I'll be back as soon as possible."
Jade quickly paused the movie before she grabbed her coat and bolted out the door. I was left baffled as I hesitated for a couple moments before hurrying to the window to see Jade backing out of the driveway. She looked up and mouthed "I love you" to me, I mouthed it back. I wonder what she's up to, I thought as I decided to cuddle up with the blankets, I was freezing.
10 minutes had passed when I heard a muffled, furious pounding on the door. I felt fear creep into my heart. That... isn't Jade... she wouldn't pound on the door like that, she has a key... I thought. I snuck over to the window and peeked over the window sill. There was a figure standing on the lawn. They had their hoodie up, so I couldn't see their face. I saw their head look up in my general direction and they waved.
I ducked away from the window, my heart pounding furiously. Shit, that has to be my stalker. And they're right out front! I thought, panic started to rise in me. I heard the pounding again, louder and more forceful than before. I quickly grabbed my phone before I hurriedly ran to the bedroom door and shut it, making sure it was locked. I then darted into the small walk in closet and shut the door, sitting on the wooden floor.
There was no lock on this one.
I couldn't think straight.
I did the only thing that came to mind in my panicked state, I tried to dial 911. But just my luck, when I pressed the power button, my phone refused to turn on.
Oh fuck me, of course I run out of battery when I actually need you, I mentally groaned.
I heard the pounding stop for a mere second, when I heard a loud thunk. The noise stopped and then started again, the sound becoming consistent. Are they trying to ram the door down...? I questioned myself, I clenched my shaking hands tightly. I suddenly heard a loud crash downstairs, the crash sounded like the splintering of wood.
My heart dropped.
They were in the house.
I kept as still as possible, not wanting to make even a slight movement. I didn't even want to breathe. There was no point in trying though, they already knew I was home.
Alone.
I strained my ears to listen for any movements that could give away the location of my stalker. I heard the faint pattering of footsteps, and then a creak.
Oh god, they're on the stairs.
My heart was beating wildly. It was hard to hear anything else seeing as my heartbeat was the only thing I could focus on. The rapid thumps were filling my mind and it was difficult to focus on anything else.
I struggled to ignore my panicked heart and attempted to focus my mind on anything else but that.
I heard them climb more stairs, each step creaking loudly no matter how hard they tried to be silent. I was assuming they were trying to be silent anyways. The creaks had a short gap of time in between.
I really don't know why they were trying to be silent now, seeing as they had made such a ruckus breaking the door down.
I was literally trembling in fear. My hands were shaking and slick with sweat. I bit my inner cheek to calm myself down a bit, the habit being a way of a stress reliever to me over the years.
This is it, this is how I die.
I heard their footsteps hit the floor, the sound growing louder and louder as they got closer and closer to the bedroom. The doorknob jiggled aggressively and I heard a grunt of frustration. I held my breath.
They were right outside.
I heard them pound on the door, and then they spoke.
"Open up Katelyn!" a masculine voice shouted, my heart dropped as I realized I knew the owner of the voice.
Aaron.
He's my stalker.
"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE KATELYN!" Aaron shouted as he pounded on the door aggressively, the sound making me wince.
I remained silent, foolishly wishing that he would leave if he didn't hear a response. I heard another thunk on the door, sounding an awful lot like the one from earlier. He's ramming this door down too, I realized. A few, very agonizingly long minutes passed when I heard a crash and the splintering of wood yet again. More fear overcame my body, my anxiety increasing drastically.
The end was near.
"Where are you Katelyn... I know you're in here..." I heard Aaron say softly, his voice menacing enough to send shivers down my spine.
The closet door suddenly swung open and a scream escaped me. I was staring at Aaron, looking up at his face as he towered over me. His features were cold and sharp, his eyes filled with triumph.
"There you are, get up," Aaron growled.
I remained on the floor, paralyzed with fear. I couldn't function, I was too beyond scared.
"I said get UP!" Aaron said, raising his voice.
I managed to get myself together and slowly stood up. I was greeted with a knife pressed against my neck as soon as I had straightened myself up, my body tensed and my breath hitched in my throat.
"Do everything I say and you might live to see your precious girlfriend," Aaron whispered in my ear, his voice sent more shivers down my spine, and not the good kind.
I nodded slowly, wincing as I felt him apply a bit more pressure on the knife. I felt a trickle of blood travel down my neck.
He forced me out of the closet, one hand pressed firmly against my back while the other one held the knife against my neck.
I felt the cold metal leave my neck, Aaron's arm fell to his side, moving to put the knife in his back pocket. I released a sigh of relief, which was short lived. Aaron turned me around to face him and struck me in the face with his hand, hard. I fell to the ground, crying out in pain. I struggled to get up before I felt him hit the back of my head. I collapsed, groaning in pain. Aaron continued beating me, me yelping in pain every time. The sharp pain I felt in my ribs from his kicks left me crying out in agony. My vision was gradually fading to black as I started losing consciousness, but I forced myself to stay awake.
I had to fight him.
I just didn't know how.
"That's for being such a dirty slut," Aaron spat, yanking my hair causing my head to snap back and me to cry out in distress. "Cheating on me with a girl. How disgusting. You know how fucking unnatural that is? Women are supposed to be with fucking men, end of story."
At the rate you're going, this is going to be the end of my story.
I was beyond baffled. He thought we were still together. After he cheated on me and I had made it crystal clear that we were completely and utterly over.
What a psychopath, why did I settle for a low life like him?
Past me, you're being questioned.
Aaron released my hair and I collapsed back on the ground. I struggled to breathe, the pain had caused the literal wind to go out of my lungs. Aaron hooked his hands under my arms and forced me back on my feet. My body screamed in protest and I cried out again.
"Oh shut your fucking mouth," Aaron growled.
One of Aaron's arms wrapped around me to keep me standing upright as he reached into his back pocket. My eyes followed his movements to the best of my ability without turning my head and I saw him pull a cloth from his pocket, which he put around my mouth and knotted it behind my head. Aaron pulled it tightly in order to make sure the cloth was secure, a muffled sound of protest came out of me at the slight pain.
I could scream all I want, yet no one would hear me since the cloth was preventing me from making loud noises to catch possibly anyone's attention. I felt my eyes water from overwhelming emotions.
Why me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Aaron hooked his arms under my back and my legs before holding me up, carrying me bridle style to the bed.
The fight had gone out of me. I was in so much pain. Everything was aching. Every inch of me was screaming in agony.
A part of me had accepted the fate of me dying at the hands of my psychotic ex.
And a part of me was begging me to fight back.
But it seemed like the part that felt like giving up was winning the internal conflict.
He roughly tossed me into the bed, my back hitting the mattress as I bounced off of the soft surface slightly, grunting in slight pain.
"Now, hold still while I show you the punishment you get for being such a slut," Aaron hissed, my eyes widened in fear, my scream of horror muffled by the cloth.
He was going to rape me.
As he approached me, I swung my leg out and kicked him in between his legs. He doubled over in pain and I tried to make my move of escape, attempting to dart past him while he was trying to recover. He reacted too quickly though and threw his arms around me, tugging me back harshly and firmly.
"Oh, now you're going to get it," Aaron said quietly in my ear, his voice menacing.
I could hear his silent, deadly promises that went unspoken.
Aaron picked me up and tossed me back on the bed. I tried to move away, but he quickly got on top of me. I attempted to use my weight to roll him off of me, but I was far too weak from my body throbbing painfully and he was much too heavy. I felt something harden in his jeans and it pressed tightly against my stomach as I struggled underneath his body. I felt nauseous from the feeling.
He was getting turned on from me struggling to protect myself from getting raped and also from dying?
"You fucking disgust me," I whispered angrily, my voice muffled from the cloth, but from the way his eyebrows raised, I could tell he had heard me.
"Don't act as if you don't want me, imagine how good you'll feel with me inside you?" Aaron chuckled, thinking I was just kidding I assumed. "You've felt it before, didn't it make you feel good?"
"Well it was clearly a mistake," I growled, Aaron's eyes displayed his anger.
The nauseous feeling grew stronger, I felt like I was just about ready to vomit. He leaned down towards my face, I laced our hands together in my attempt to weakly keep him from getting any closer, pushing weakly against him. Aaron just smirked in amusement as he pinned my arms above my head on the mattress. I struggled for a few seconds before giving up, I wouldn't be able to win, I was far too drained. Aaron brought his face down, hovering right in front of mine. I searched his eyes for any sign of regret, mercy, pity, anything that gave away that he really didn't want to do this to me. All I could see was the pure hunger and lust.
For me.
Aaron removed one hand from one of my own, and held my wrists together with one hand. He tugged the cloth down roughly to expose my face. My heart beat sped up, beating even faster than it had been as his eyes glanced down at my lips. Before I knew it, his lips were upon mine.
I shrieked into his mouth, thoroughly disgusted and mortified at the action. I tried to move my arms to push him away, but his grip around my wrists remained firm. It didn't help that he had big hands and I had small wrists.
His lips were rough against mine, the kiss horribly wet and overall, very repulsive. I gasped for air when he finally stopped, the overpowering urge to wipe away the saliva that covered my mouth and the surrounding area paining me seeing as I really couldn't perform the task.
"I missed kissing you, it's been a while babe," Aaron murmured, I looked at him in utter disbelief.
"Well there's a fucking reason you psychopath, you're so fucking sick," I spat in pure disgust.
"Why are you playing so hard to get?" Aaron chuckled, I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're already mine, and I know you want me."
"I sure fucking don't," I retorted angrily, when would he get the idea that we weren't together anymore in his head?
Aaron's eyes grew angry as his grip on my wrists tightened, I winced at the pain, feeling like my bones were going to shatter. His hand released my wrists, I quickly made a fist and moved to punch him. Aaron must have anticipated the action, he easily caught my fist in his hand and looked down at me.
"So feisty..." Aaron murmured as he pulled out a short length of rope from his pocket.
"Can't have you struggling... do restraints turn you on still?" Aaron asked as he bounded my wrists together with the rope.
"They never did, I always pretended to like them to please you," I spat. "Clearly that was a mistake, everything involving you was a mistake."
Aaron's hand moved to his back pocket and put the knife back in his hand. I watched the weapon with my eyes intently, not wanting it near me whatsoever.
"Keep talking like that babe and I'm going to have to hurt you," Aaron threatened.
"Don't act as if you haven't hurt me already you fucking psychopath," I said harshly.
Before I could process what was happening, Aaron brought the knife to my torso. He quickly dragged the blade across my stomach, slashing the material of my shirt and my skin. I screamed in agony as intense pain flooded my body. Tears flowed down my face, the pain was too much for me to handle. I lifted my head up to look at the damage that was done.
A small pool of blood had formed on my stomach. The wound didn't look too deep, but deep enough to cause me intense pain. I looked at Aaron through my tear filled eyes, trying to see if there was any remorse. There might have been something indicating that he felt guilt, but I couldn't really tell.
"What do you want from me?" I asked weakly, my voice cracking from overwhelming emotions.
Aaron looked at me dead in the eyes as he threw the bloody knife away from us, his hands moved to undo his belt. The sound of clinking metal in the otherwise silent room was the only thing I could hear. I looked at Aaron, tears running down my face, hoping that my broken expression would convince him to stop.
"Please don't do this," I begged him, this wasn't how I wanted to leave this world.
Aaron continued to mess with his belt, getting it off after a bit of struggling, and I knew that he wouldn't stop. I laid my head back on the mattress, turning my head away so I wouldn't look at him. I didn't want to see him while he performed his unspeakable actions.
I felt his hands on the waistband of my sweatpants, and I shut my eyes tightly. I tried to brace myself for what was to come, my body screaming in pain from absolutely everything that I had gone through this night.
What the hell did I do to deserve this?
I heard the sound of running footsteps before hearing a solid thunk. Aaron grunted before falling on top of me, his weight causing the wind to rush out of my lungs. I stifled a scream as someone dragged his body off of me, he appeared to be out cold.
I looked at my savior, smiling weakly in relief as I realized it was Jade, a frying pan in hand. Her expression was livid as she looked from Aaron to me, her expression turning to pure concern as she saw the state I was in. Jade immediately dropped the frying pan on the ground, the loud sound making me wince. Her face paled as she noticed my blood soaked shirt, and angry gnash on my stomach obvious through the torn material.
"Shit," Jade whispered loudly as she walked over to me and examined the wound. "Shit, shit, shit, fucking shit."
"J-Jade..." I said weakly, she looked at me, her eyes filled with tears.
"Fuck Kit Kat, I'm so fucking sorry," Jade sobbed as she reached over to my wrists to undo the rope, the sight made my heart shatter. "I shouldn't have ever left, this wouldn't have happened if I had just stayed at home."
"Jade it's not your fault..." I whispered, properly speaking was a struggle so I resorted to whispering. "We wouldn't have expected this, we couldn't have possibly predicted that this would have happened. If you had been home, he would've killed you. I know he would have."
Jade was silent as she took the rope off of my wrists and walked over to Aaron. She bounded his wrists together tightly, and searched his pockets for anything else. She found another short coil of rope in his other pocket and bounded his ankles together. Just a safety precaution in case he gained consciousness I assumed.
"You sick fucking bastard," I heard her mutter and she turned back to look at me.
"D-Did he..." Jade asked, her voice trailing off as the words got caught in her throat, but I knew what she was asking.
"He didn't..." I answered quietly, she sighed with relief. "He was about to, and you saved me just in time."
Jade rubbed her face as she shakily exhaled. She approached me and placed a tender kiss on my cheek. Jade took her shirt off of her and applied pressure to my wound with it. I inhaled sharply as pain flooded my body.
"Sorry babe..." Jade murmured, I shook my head.
"I-It's fine, just, ah, hurts..." I managed to get out as the pain started eating away at my consciousness.
"I called the cops the moment I saw the door completely destroyed, they'll be here soon..." Jade said quietly as she lifted the shirt up to see if I was still bleeding.
A small pool of the dark liquid nearly immediately returned, I groaned weakly from the lack of energy I was experiencing.
"Good..." I murmured weakly, hearing sirens wailing in the distance before I was overcome with darkness.
We obviously took Aaron to court after that night. Naturally, we won the case and he was found guilty on all charges. He was going to be put behind bars for the rest of his life.
Aaron had managed to fracture a few of my ribs from the violent kicks he had dealt me, those had taken a painfully long time. My body had been decorated in bruises, my skin looking like some form of an artistic catastrophe. Those had also taken quite a while to disappear, and I had worn long sleeves and clothing until they had disappeared. The gnash that Aaron had caused wasn't all that deep, but deep enough for stitches to be necessary.
The assault had truly been scarring. I woke up frequently in the middle of the night for months from terrifying nightmares, sitting up straight in bed and screaming. Jade had always been there to comfort me, calming me down as I sobbed into her shoulder. The sleepless nights I had caused her were countless, yet she never seemed irritated. The only thing I saw from her was concern and compassion.
It had been several months since I was assaulted. Several months since I had been scarred mentally and physically. He would always haunt me, that large scar on my stomach a constant reminder of that horrid night.
Despite me knowing that he would be behind bars for the rest of his life, I knew that I would always fear him. Aaron had instilled such a fear in me that I would never be able to get rid of it. I would always be terrified that he would come back to finish what he had started.
Some things are just too scarring to forget, despite how hard you try to forget it.
Author's Note
Thank you so much for reading "My Stalker!" This is unfortunately the end of this fairly short book. However, this isn't the end of my books here on Wattpad. I have works in progresses and will hopefully be publishing something in the near future!
~Roselyne