My mind flicks through the last few weeks; a sick movie reel flipping through each horrific moment. Tim. The snake. The picture of the dead body and the words attached, and each one has this house as the common link.
I should sell. Get out and donāt look back.
But what would that solve?
Am I really being stalked, or is this a fucked-up coincidence? Why arenāt the police making a bigger deal out of it?
Iām alone.
āI need to work. Keep busy.ā Because thereās no way Iāll go to sleep anytime soon. The what ifs will keep me from doing so. āWork. Set up and work.ā
Turning away from my door, I walk to my studio and turn on the lights. Everythingās where I left it, with a painting still on the easel and each color Iāll need on the small table next to it. However, my water cups for dirty brushes are empty, and before I fill them, I decide to open the window.
Itās warm in here. A bit stuffy, and I donāt hesitate to spread the curtains apart and lift the pane. And itās as I do, that I look across the yard and find two glowing sets of eyes.
They watch me. Unblinking.
And the last thing I remember is feeling faint and tripping in my haste to move, hitting my head on something hard.
Itās early morning when I come to and Iām still on the floor, my head pounding. It hurts so bad, and the position Iām in has left me with a sore neck. But itās worse when I stand. Jesus, itās so much worse, and my limbsāmy entire frameāis jittery and unbalanced. Thereās also a tender spot near my temporal bone and when I touch it, I find dry blood there with a small gash beneath.
āWhat the hell happened?ā My eyes sweep the room, and I find nothing out of place but the small wooden stepping stool that I use to reach the top of my supply closet. Itās not in its usual place and I donāt remember leaving it here, but itās obvious that I fell and hit my... āOh shit!ā
Turning, I rush to the still-open window with the sun barely lighting up the early morning sky and search the yard for those two sets of eyes. For anything that proves Iām not crazy. That I havenāt lost my mind within the carnival show my life has become.
Nothing. Thereās nothing.
No animal within the foliage, but I know what I saw and they were not human eyes.
Could it be the snake? An owl, maybe?
āIf I call this in, it could blow up in my face.ā Like with the picture. Rubbing my sore forehead, I wince, but it helps alleviate a little of the mounting pressure. This is going to take more than a few ibuprofens to get through the day. āCoffee. Lots of coffee and pain meds.ā
My reality and dreams and everything in between are a blur of crazy moments that are weighing heavy on me, and I miss Theo. Miss his smile and scent and the ease in which I forget the world around me when heās near.
I close the window and survey the back once again, finding nothing, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. Itās easier to chalk this up to I hit my head and dreamed of eyes than the alternative. Itās probable, not far-fetched, and Iāll stick to it unless proven otherwise.
āSounds good to me.ā With my plan in place, I head to my room and closet to change. If I leave now, I can be back within the hour and pick up where I never began yesterday: painting. More so because Iām not trying to attract attention and slip into a large pair of overalls with a navy and white striped V-neck underneath.
Thereās a little cafe near here that I visit every once in a while, with an amazing bagel selection that has my name all over it. That, and Iām going to need a triple shot of everything with a side of more caffeine to get through this headache.
The cut isnāt large when I look at myself in the bathroom mirror a few minutes later, dabbing at the area with a wet towel. Itās about an inch long and wonāt require stitches, so small that a Band-Aid does the trick after I arrange my mass of bed-head hair into a bun at the nape of my neck. You can barely see it, the area not as swollen or bruised as I originally thought itād be, and my fair complexion helps.
āNot bad at all.ā With one last look after brushing my teeth, I head downstairs and out the door. Itās a good and sunny morning for a walk, and I could use a bit of time to clear my head because something inside me knows those eyes were real.
That Iām not crazy.
āThatāll be...ā I donāt hear the rest as Iām paying attention to the person beside me. She smells of too much perfume and looks better than she did the last time we spoke, but still reeks of a bitterness that burns my nostrils. Is that really coming from her? The scent is a bit nauseating, but I manage to hand over my debit card to the employee with a smile on my face. āYour order will be ready in a few minutes, Miss. Under what name?ā
āGabriella,ā Elise answers for me, her body moving a little closer. āHer name is Gabriella.ā
āI can answer for myself,ā I say, a fake smile on my face. Can I please catch a break here? Moving toward the pickup area, I stop behind an older couple who are too busy looking at some photo on the womanās phone. Grandkids, I think. āGo away.ā
āWe need to talk.ā Thereās an urgency to her tone that puts me on edge. Sheās not looking at me, but up ahead while holding her phone tight in her grip. āNow.ā
āNo.ā
āThis isnāt a request, Gabby. Iāve had enough of your shit.ā
āOf my shit?ā Her audacity makes me laugh, a loud sarcastic one that catches the attention of the couple and a few other people around us. āYouāre still the same self-absorbed bitch youāve always been, Elise. Itās always someone elseās mistake. Always someone elseās responsibility for your happiness and worth.ā
āDonāt talk about things you donāt understand.ā
āI just donāt care anymore.ā The couple grabs their order and after giving us another side look, they walk out, leaving me at the front. āNothing you say will make a difference in how I see you. Weāre done.ā
āYou stole him from me,ā she hisses, her hand gripping my forearm. The talons she calls nails dig in and I feel them break skin, but I keep the pleasant smile on my face as the lady with my order comes to the counter.
āGabriella?ā
āThatās me,ā I say while snatching my arm from her grip before stepping up and taking my food and drink. The coffee is piping hot, and the bagels smell amazing; I canāt wait to get home and eat. Elise hasnāt moved, eyeing me, but I wave as I walk by her. āHave a nice life.ā
The sun feels good on my skin as I step outside the busy cafe toward home, but before I can make it to the crosswalk, Iām pulled back by a hand on my arm. I almost stumble at the force they use, dropping my bagels, but somehow saving the coffee. The food is in a sealed box, and I yank my arm free once again, bending to grab it before looking at Elise.
Her perfume is unmistakable. She really stinks.
āYou have two minutes beforeāā
āYouāre going to drop the lawsuits, Gabby. Drop them, and disappear from Seattle, or Iāll be forced to remove you.ā
āNo.ā Iām not sure which lawsuit sheās talking about since Iāve let Theo handle the copyright issue; we canāt do more than present my rightful ownership and wait for a judge to decide. Denying her, however, is bringing a smile to my face. Iāve had enough of her pushing me around. No more. āDonāt make this worse for yourself, Elise. You did thisāā My words are cut off by a hard smack to the face, my head whipping to the side while I taste a bit of blood in my mouth. She caught me by surprise and my grip on my breakfast is tight enough not to drop them, but my coffee is done for. The squished cup has spilled, and my skin is redāhurts.
āYou will do as youāre told, or that will look like a gentle pet compared to what Iām capable of.ā Before I can stop her, she has my chin in her grasp and is tilting my face to inspect the damage. āRuining your pretty face would be a pleasure, a motherfucking aphrodisiac, but I canāt afford to have attention on me right now.ā Her face lowers to mine, her lips teasing my own. āSomeday, though, I will.ā
āPromise or threat?ā I ask through squished lips.
Elise throws her head back and laughs. Sheās deranged. āIām going to miss your idiocy the most.ā
āAnd Iām going to enjoy this.ā Before she can ask, I throw my arm back and snap it forward, landing a punch square to her stomach with the mangled to-go cupāI make sure to spill the rest of my coffee on her. Elise doubles over, releasing my face, and clutches her midsection. And while she groans, I drop whatās left of my food on the ground with a longing look before bringing my knee up, landing the next blow to her face. āThat looks painful,ā I taunt, giggling a bit just to annoy her.
āYou bitch,ā she seethes, moving out of the way before I can kick her again. āIām going to kill you, Gabriella. Mark my words, Iām going toāā
āWhat seems to be the problem here?ā a female voice comes from behind me and Elise pales, stepping further back away from me while I look over quickly. Meeraās eyes meet mine and she winks before a stoic expression overtakes her pretty features. āI asked you a question, Miss Scott.ā
āNothing.ā Her reply comes quicklyātoo obvious, and I snort. Eliseās hands clench at that, her posture almost coiling into herself. Sheās afraid of Meera. āI tripped and my friend was helping me.ā She looks away from Teroās wife, and her eyes turn icy. āNice to see you, Gabby, and thank you for the help.ā