Hey there, here's part six of the Following. If you missed it, my review of Evil Dead went up in the early hours of Wednesday so that's further down the page. Next Tuesday will be the first book review to feature on here; so without much more waffling - enjoy the story, and I'll see you on Tuesday.
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‘Was that you I saw near my
girlfriend’s flat this morning?’ I stared blankly at him, that wave of icy fire
moving through me once more, caressing my heart and making me rigid. ‘I asked a
question.’ I wanted to run. ‘Well?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking
about.’ I responded slowly and deliberately. His fists clenched and his
shoulders became tighter; my knees buckled.
‘So that thud I heard on the
landing below, the one that was supposed to seem like someone tripped – that wasn’t
you?’ I felt dizzy, my head was starting to spin and I was fighting a surge of
nausea.
‘No.’
‘But you know what I’m talking
about?’
‘No.’
‘So when the person who…tripped,
started whistling – that wasn’t you either?’
‘No.’ I felt like a petulant schoolboy
who had been caught shooting spit balls at a teacher. I felt five years old and
I didn’t like it, my fear was beginning to turn into anger.
‘That’s strange though, isn’t it?
Because in the seconds before you opened the door to me, you started whistling.
You started whistling the same tune, in the same way that the person who
tripped earlier did. The person who I suspect jumped from my girlfriend’s balcony,
and by extension – the person I saw sitting on the balcony last night in the
rain, before I passed it off as a bin bag. You may as well just come clean.’
‘I didn’t jump from the balcony.’
I began to move away from the door now, anger bringing a new confidence to me.
I could take this guy, he wasn’t anything special. He just looked bigger
because he’d puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders. I was stronger. I
moved into the kitchen and placed my hands nonchalantly on the counter top. ‘Tea?’
I offered. I saw a new level of anger come into his eyes. I almost laughed.
‘So you’re saying it wasn’t you? You’re
lying to me?’
‘No, I’m not lying to you at all,
I simply said I didn’t jump from the balcony. I jumped from the guttering.’ I
clicked the button on the kettle, he stood there staring, a heavy silence
weighing down the air between us. The kettle began to shake as the water inside
reacted to the searing heat emitted from the heating element within. Steam
began to rise from the kettle, creating a cloud between us. I took the chance
to reach to the knife holder to my left. ‘You know, I never actually came into
your girlfriend’s property. I sat on the side-lines, watching her, adoring her.
You, on the other hand, I don’t remember inviting you in here. I wonder what the police would say if I called them
now, I can prove you’re in here, what can you prove?’ The steam had cleared by
now, and I felt a pang of terror when he looked up at me again, for the rage in
his eyes was more evident than I had ever imagined it could be.
‘How long have you been following
her?’
‘A while now – long enough to
know all of her friends by name, long enough to know her parents, long enough
to know the best way onto her balcony without being seen…’ He lunged at me now,
his aggression carrying him over the counter-top. His shoulder made impact with
my chin and his bear-like arms wrapped themselves around my waist, slamming me
down onto the linoleum floor with the force of our combined weights.
Hope you liked this piece, the next bit will be up next Thursday. There probably aren't very many instalments left of this, so we'll be onto something new in a few weeks. Have a great weekend and I'll see you on Tuesday.
Thanks for reading! Laura
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