“Beth you have another delivery!” shouts my flatmate Kelly. I stop proofreading my latest article and get up to go to her.
Rounding the corner of my bedroom door and entering our living/dining room, I spot her at the front door holding a huge bouquet of red roses, my stomach instantly sinks and I stop dead in my tracks.
“Please tell me they have been sent to the wrong address,” I say hopefully, but Kelly just shakes her head and hands me the flowers, her eyes full of delight.
Thankfully, unlike me, she doesn’t know who these bloody flowers are from and assumes I have some secret admirer from work or something, if she only knew she’d be crying just like me. I shoot her a serious look but she ignores me and bursts into giggles, jumping up and down girlishly.
“Oh Beth, he’s got it bad, three bouquets in one week! This guy is bloody obsessed! It’s so cute!” she says happily, her bright orange hair bouncing up and down as she does some weird happy dance around our apartment. I just stand there staring at the roses, feeling a mix of anger and sick excitement bubble up inside my stomach.
Thing is, Kelly couldn’t be more right in her description of my not so secret admirer, the guy whose sending me these flowers is obsessed, he’s also completely sick in the head. His name is Timothy Bryant, but I and Kelly nicknamed him Sicko 23 within days of meeting him, he’s the kinda guy you see sat at a subway station and just think there’s just something not right about him.
However exactly a week ago today I let Sicko 23 sweet talk me into his apartment and fuck me on his dirty couch. Sickening though it sounds I can’t stop thinking about him, or his incredible fingers, his breath on my skin as he pants above me, his thick cock spreading me open before thrusting so deep it’s almost as if he wants to rip me open from within.
“Beth? Earth to Bethany,” Kelly clicks her fingers in front of my face and I jump, dropping the roses in shock.
“What?” I shake my head before looking at her, narrowing my eyes as I see her excited smile “Kell don’t you dare say…”
“You know who he is! I knew it! I bloody well knew it!” she shrieks so loud that I have to clamp my hands over my ears, wincing as her high pitched voice rattles my eardrums.
“Kelly shut up will you, the neighbours will hear!” I say sternly, darting my eyes towards the front door in hopes one neighbour in particular hasn’t heard us. Please God keep him away from me.
Shaking my head at my now fully animated dancing flatmate, I reach down to pick up the roses and accidently prick my finger on one of the thorns, huh how ironic that something as beautiful as roses can actually cause pain. I stand up straight and stick my finger in my mouth, trying to stop the blood flow caused from the prick. I glance behind my shoulder to see Kelly holding my smart-phone, staring at the screen intently.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I say in annoyance as I grab a glass vase and fill it with water, plonking the roses in the water before settling the vase beside the other two bouquets, one full of white roses and the other blue roses; smiling at the colours of my home country’s flag.
“I’m looking through the guys you have on your phone,” Kelly says sarcastically, I can almost see her rolling her eyes at my obviously stupid question.
“Kell, he’s not on my phone,” I say with a shake of my head, watching as she pouts childishly and tosses my phone across our apartment, thankfully it lands on our plush sofa instead of smashing onto our hardwood floors. “Hey don’t take it out on the phone,” I say with a giggle.
“Come on Beth tell me who he is, I’m dying here,” she says melodramatically, placing a manicured hand against her heart with full pleading eyes.
“My lips are sealed, now go get the paper will you,” I say with a giggle and get up to make coffee, however I don’t hear her moving towards the door and turn to face her, smiling as I’m meet with crossed arms and a big frown. “You know if the wind changes your face will stay that way,” I giggle but she just shakes her head, sighing deeply I run a hand through my hair and sit back down in front of her.
“Tell me who he is Beth,” her big green eyes are pointed at me and I get a weird sense of shame run through me, I’ve never lied to Kelly and here I am sneaking behind her back to ensure she doesn’t learn my dark secret.
“Kell please just go get the paper,” I say sombrely, tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear and staring at the floor.
“Why? Why am I the one getting the paper this week? The door’s just there Beth, get off your ass and get it yourself. I’m sick of being lied to!” she says angrily and stomps off towards her bedroom, slamming the hard wood door behind her.
Fuck!
I stay seated for what seems like forever, my eyes moving between Kelly’s bedroom door and the front door. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Taking a deep breath I rush into my bedroom and change into my oldest pair of jogging bottoms and a loose fitting white vest top, which I am happy to see has a huge coffee stain on it. My aim is simple, look as crap as I possible in the hopes Tim won’t recognise me, or if he does, he will think I look gross and leave me the hell alone. Tying my long dark brown hair up into a messy ponytail I take a long look at myself in the mirror, then make my way out my bedroom and over to the door.
My body is shaking as I reach for the door handle, images of him standing outside waiting for me make me gasp and I step back quickly. Jesus Beth it’s just a fucking newspaper, open the bloody door taking another deep breath I collect all my courage and pull the door open, holding my breath.
Nothing! Letting out the breath I’d been holding, I lean my head out the door and scan the hallway, paying close attention to the stairs that connect Tim’s floor to mine.
Where the hell is he? I ask myself as I step out further into the hallway, my entire body on high alert in case he jumps out at me and drags me to his dingy apartment; yes he’s that sick in the head.
I feel someone behind me and turn around, my hands in fists ready to fight off his advances; however it’s just Kelly, dressed in her barista uniform. She looks over my jogging bottoms and top with disgust.
“Jesus Beth, you look like a hobo and chillax will you, no one’s out to get you idiot,” she says snootily, clearly she’s still pissed that I’m not giving her the details on roses man. Screw you Timothy Bryant, now I’ve lost my best friend because of your sick obsession.
“Oh, umm, sorry Kell, look can we just forget about my secret admirer and be friends again? I hate it when we fight,” I say softly, reaching out to grab onto her arm. Kelly however just shakes her head at me, turning on her heel to walk down the stairs to our buildings entrance.
“I don’t like being lied to by my friends Beth,” she says as she walks and I have to race down the stairs to stop her leaving.
“Come on Kell! I’m not lying,” I plead with her but she ignores me, pushing me to the side of the stairs so she can pass.
“Call it what you want but your hiding stuff from me and that’s not how I think friends should treat each other. I’m gunna stay at Mark’s tonight, call me when you realise how a true friend acts,” she says sternly before walking out the buildings entrance and out of my sight. Sitting down on the steps I hold my head and let my sorrow wash over me.
How could I let this happen? I am usually so controlled, painstakingly prepared for all situations, and yet here I am pissing off my room-mate so bad that she would rather stay at her alcoholic boyfriends apartment then with me. This is all Tim’s fault! If he had just left me alone none of this would never have happened!
Standing up I turn abruptly and march to Tim’s door, bashing my fists so hard against the wood that I it almost cracks.
“Tim! I know you’re in there you fucking arsehole! Get out here right now!” I scream at the door, using my foot to kick it hard, a shooting pain rushes up my ankle and a fall to the floor in agony.
I sit there for what seems like hours before the throbbing in my ankle becomes too much and I hobble down the stairs and enter my apartment, closing the door behind me I sink to the floor and let the tears I’ve been holding down fall freely, letting them soak my cheeks as my shoulders heave.
“There is no sight more disgusting then watching a beautiful woman cry,” his voice hits me like a block of ice and I cry out in anger, lunging off the floor I search my apartment for him.
“Tim you arsehole!” I scream, my voice echoing through my apartment.
“My that accent is so hypnotic dear Bethany,” comes the voice again and I cringe at the seductive tone, imagining him hiding somewhere watching me as I frantically search every single room. Spotting my mobile I hold it above my head, signalling to wherever his hiding place might be.
“I’ll call them! I mean it Tim I’ll call the police!” my voice shakes with nerves as I wait for him to appear, a death silence falls over the room and a feeling of fear rushes over me and then arousal, shocking me to the core that this is actually turning me on, knowing that he’s this close to me, wanting me, waiting for me to give into him yet again.
“Don’t give empty threats Bethany,” he snaps and I turn my head towards my bedroom, I don’t know why but I just know he’s in there.
“Where are you?” another rush of tears slide down my cheeks as I take a step towards my open bedroom door, feeling a wave of sickness rush over me as I remember closing it earlier on.