[CHARLIE'S POV]
The rest of the night went great, everyone complimented my singing skills and I fell asleep proud of myself.
I wake up to morning light streaming in through my windows. I groan in protest but get up anyway. I'm about to head into the bathroom to take a shower, when a piece of paper laying on my pillow catches my eye.
I had not noticed it before. I pick it up and feel a jolt of fear, my name is written on the front, in very familiar handwriting.
My stalkers...
Lets rewind here, so you're not confused. When I went to Paris, I gained a stalker. He would send me twisted love letters in the mail, and tell me that I was his, and only his. It was creepy, but it wasn't that big of a deal. At first. Then the letters would be on my pillow, or even in my fridge.
One night I woke up to find him leaving through my window, I went to stop him, but he was too fast. I locked my windows after that, but he always got in.
The last time I received a note from him was two nights before I left. I saw it the next morning and panicked.
My Dear Charlotte,
You are leaving me. I see that it's not your fault, but it pains me to see you leave. You're so beautiful, and sweet and caring, you're perfect. And perfect for me.
Tomorrow night, expect me in your room.
I hope, and advise, that you welcome me with open arms. If you don't,and leave without saying goodby, i'll find you. And i'll make you mine, truly.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
I slept in Tyler's apartment that night. And I made him come with me.
That's why I recognize this handwriting so well. I had hoped that I would never have to see it again.
So with shaky hands I open the letter. I read through it once, slowly. And then another three times, making sure I haven't misread.
Dearest Charlotte,
You really thought you could get away from me? Well, you were wrong, you didn't. I've been watching you closely, and I don't like the interactions, you've been having with Cole. You're mine, not his. Remember that.
I still love you but, you're going to pay. Pay in ways you don't know exist.
Love you always,
Your Secret Admirer
Well, crap. This isn't good.
This dude scares the shit out of me when he isn't threatening me, so you can imagine how I feel now that he is.
Suddenly it hits me. He's in my town. He was in my house. He. Was. In. My. Room. In my room.