Haunting-Adeline

It’s right then that I see the first image of Zade reflected back at me.
Dressed in all black, with his scarred face hidden deep in his hood. I gasp,
whipping around just to find more of his reflec on.
He’s not behind me, but he’s somewhere close.
“Stop it,” I bite out, fear constric ng my chest.
He doesn’t answer, and of course, the fucker doesn’t listen. I’m caught in
a whirlwind, my body con nuously moving in circles, desperate to pin
exactly where he is.
“You all alone, baby girl?”
I swallow. “Obviously,” I whisper, s ll searching for where he is. It feels
like I shouldn’t have said that.
“No one here to save you?”
A shot of anxiety hits me in the chest.
“Why the hell would I need to be saved, Zade? You going to hurt me?”
It’s then he li s his head, just enough for me to provide a view of his
mouth. A wicked smirk is stretched across those lips.
I try to remember that he won’t hurt me. He was just in my bed a week
ago, sad and vulnerable. By the me I opened my eyes in the morning, he
was gone, and I haven’t heard from him since.
But my brain is having trouble connec ng who he is now to who he was
then.
Because now… he looks savage.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he corrects. I take a step back, a lump forming in
my throat. His image moves, his body walking in a different direc on. Is he
coming closer? I can’t tell. I take another step back, the adrenaline in my
system rising to dangerous levels.
He’s scaring me.
“Run,” he growls. My lungs constrict at the gu ural command. “If I catch
you, I fuck you.”
Eyes widening, I listen, my body catapul ng into ac on.
I run.
In here, I’m completely vulnerable to him. I’m well and truly trapped in
the spider’s web, and the son of a bitch is poisonous.
His reflec on follows me everywhere I go. There were a few mes I was
convinced I’d truly lost him, seeing nothing but my own image. And then
he’d step out from somewhere, crushing my hopes.