When Vanessa Adler took on the position of being Aaron Huxley's assistant two years ago she didn't realize how forever her life would change when things started to spark between her and her boss, when her daily smiles finally start doing something t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Shock slowly but surely makes its way through my body as I stare through my peephole, my body trembles, wishing there was more than just a door keeping us apart,
"Come on Vanessa I know you're in there I just want to talk" he pleads, in an extremely soft voice, you'd mistake him as a kind-mannered man,
I'm frozen in my place all reasoning is out the window at this point, and I can't think straight,
Do I call the police? Do I call Aaron?
Do I ignore him or reply?
How did he find out where I live...?
Aaron was right to fear for my safety, but of course, I decided to brush him off believing the man who repeatedly raped me years ago wouldn't know where I lived since I hadn't seen him in years,
I guess I was a fool, has this man gone from a manipulative rapist to a stalker?
"Go away David," I declare with the strongest voice I could locate at the moment, the instant I talk I regret it, I could've just ignored him, pretended to not be home, it's not like I have a car outside that will make my lie obvious...but now it's too late.
"Come on sweet cheeks cant we talk for just a minute?" he pleads, his voice sugary sweet as he attempts to get me into opening the door,
Sweet cheeks...
The identical words he would praise in my ear as he harmed my body with his, the same nickname he would utilize to manipulate me into doing things I didn't wish to do.
That nickname still plagues me to this day, how Dare he use it right now believing it will work,
It certainly will not, no way is the man who mistreated me in more ways than one, going to try to control me into whatever he wants,
"Don't you Dare call me that" I announce loudly getting angrier by the second
"Come on don't be like that, I just want to talk that's it," he confesses calmly
I'm anything but calm, I'm furious, terrified, and freaking exhausted,
"Then talk but there's no damn way I'm opening the door," I mumble as I take deep breaths to steady the wild beating of my heart,
"But I need to see your pretty face," he says with an annoyingly pleading tone
I roll my eyes "it either you say whatever shit you came to say with the door closed or I call the damn police for you stalking me" I say getting more furious as time where he doesn't leave passes,
