Chapter 13 I’m Coming For You!
Lesley’s POV
The next week passed by in a blur, but the eventful thing that happened was Trenton calling me while he was drunk.}}
“Hello,” I answered the unknown caller thinking it was work.
“I asked your parents where you are, they wouldn’t tell me, Lesley. No one would tell me anything!” He screamed into the phone. “Trent, stop calling me. I owe you nothing, we are over.” I snapped at him.”
But, he chuckled, “Never. I will find you myself, Lesley. If that’s what I have to do.” Then he hung up.”
I shook my head and resumed my work.“]
Trenton.
That bastard.
In the next few days, Vincent left for a meeting, and I was alone. Settling at the small desk by the window, I spread out my ready to work. I was so engrossed with what I was doing when I knock sounded at the door.”
I rose, my heart racing, and opened the door to find no one. “What the…“}
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A small, unmarked envelope lay on the doorstep. Kneeling, I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. The paper was thick, the bandwriting elegant, but unfamiliar.
“Maybe it’s from the office.” I mumbled, opening it.
Inside, the letter began:
“Lesley,”
“I told you I would find you.”
“Did you think I was joking?”
“What?” I said as I got a chill. Is Trenton serious right now??
“You made a vow, Lesley. I’m only here to uphold it. In sickness and in health, remember?“>
The words blurred as panic surged within me.”
This couldn’t be real.
If this was a prank, Trenton had me spooked.”
I quickly searched for my phone and dialed his number, “What the hell, Trent. You’re better than this!” I screamed the moment the call connected.
“What?” He asked confusedly.
I sighed, “Don’t what me! I don’t care what you want. We are over, stop sending me stupid letters and calling me unnecessarily.”
I wanted to slap him through the phone, but his words stop me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He sounded angry, but as I was about to explain, Sophie’s voice cut through.”
“Stay away from him, slut!”
I scoffed watching my phone as they hung up on me.“}}
Then it dawned on me.
“He was supposed to be dead.” I told myself, slumping unto the nearest chair.”
“He’s dead, right?”
No.
Oh my God, no.
The letter slipping from my fingers.”
My breath came in shallow gasps, each inhale a struggle.
The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in.
I had to make sense of this.!!
I had to understand what was happening.
Grabbing my phone again, I dialed Vincent’s number, my hands trembling.
“Vincent,” I said when he answered. “I need you to come home. Now.“”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.
“I can’t explain over the phone,” I replied, my eyes scanning the apartment as if expecting him to appear from the shadows. “Just hurry.“}
I ended the call and paced the room, my mind full of fears. The letter, those words, haunted me.
How did he know?!!
How could he be alive?
Only he knew about that part of me.”
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Only he RIGH
Only him.
But, he’s dead, isn’t he?”
Vincent finally returned. He found me standing by the window, staring out but seeing nothing.
“Lesley,” he said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Talk to me.““]
I turned to face him, my eyes welling with unshed tears. “I’m in trouble,” I whispered. “My past. He’s alive.”
Vincent’s brow furrowed in confusión. “Trent? Of course he’s alive…” he trailed off when he saw the look on my face. “What are you talking
about?”
Phanded him the letter, watching his expression changed, “Did Trent send this?” He asked but I shook my head no.
“Lesley, this is… this is serious,” he said, his voice low. “We need to contact the authorities.”
“No,” I replied quickly, shaking my head. “I can’t involve the police. Not yet. I need to understand what’s happening first.”
Vincent studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Whatever you need.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Thank you.”
The rest of the day passed with Vincent insisting on staying home, refusing to leave me alone.”
The days that followed were filled with tension and gnawing fear.
I received no more letters, no signs of his presence, but the fear remained.}]
And then, one evening, the night was almost here, I was already feeling thankful for another day without any letter. A knock sounded at the door.
My heart stopped.”
Slowly, I approached. Taking a deep breath, I opened it.
Nothing.
But there, on the doorstep, was another envelope.
I picked it up, my hands shaking, and opened it.)
It read:D
Lesley,
I told you I would find you.
I’m coming for you.
I turned to Vincent, my voice barely a whisper. “He’s coming.”
Vincent’s face hardened, “Who exactly is he?” He was curious.
I bit back my tears, “James. His name is James Wilson.”
“James Wilson? Why does that name sound familiar?” Vincent replied.
