Page 2 of Undone By You

A note, someone has pushed a note under my door, I walk closer and pick it up. I open the door to see nobody there, I walk onto the porch and look on either side of the house, nobody.

I slowly open the piece of paper, only.. it's not a note. I stare at the page and I hear ringing in my ears, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I don't even realise I'm holding my breath.

I sway on my feet as my stomach churns. It's a drawing.. of a violet flower. It's my tattoo.

The exact replica of the violet flower I have tattooed on my ass. What the fuck is going on?

Chapter Two

Coraline

"Yeah it's going good, I've settled in well" I say on the phone to Tyler. I leave out the part where someone slid a drawing of a tattoo I have on my ass under my front door and disappeared into fucking thin air.

He's been calling twice a day, checking in and seeing if I need anything. I appreciate it, but I wish he wouldn't worry so much about me. It's been three days since Rose has been over, and since the creepy incident. I've been trying to shrug it off but it's too weird for me.

It was the exact same flower, it's not just any violet flower, it was wilted. I was sadder at seventeen than what I am now and I thought a wilted violet flower would be fitting.

"Good, I'm coming into town next week, how about we grab a coffee or watch a movie? I know you've been moping around that grim house all day" I roll my eyes at his comment and laugh because he's right, I have been. I haven't been to town yet and I made a mental note to get my ass out of this house for a while today.

"That sounds nice, I miss you" I say as I pick an invisible lint off of my jean shorts. "Yeah I miss you too kid, see you soon Cora, I love you" he hangs up the phone and I sigh as I mentally prepare myself to head into town, I need a few groceries anyway.

I pulled my white Honda Civic Type R into a parking lot of a local Whole Foods. It was a gift from my father on my eighteenth birthday. I told him that a KIA would have sufficed but he insisted. I finish up my groceries and head back to my car, as I buckle myself in my cellphone chimes twice. I see Rose's name pop up and I unlock my phone and open the message.

Rose : Hey bitch

Rose : Party at Vixen tonight?

Coraline : What's Vixen?

Rose : Only the hottest nightclub in Louisiana! Wear something slutty ;)

Coraline : I don't know Rose, I'm not really a nightclub kinda girl.

Rose : You need to get drunk, you need to dance, and you need to get yourself some COCK. I won't take no for an answer, I'll be over at 7pm. Kiss kiss!

I roll my eyes and smile as I lock my phone. I pull out of the parking lot and make my way home, I pull into my driveway and start grabbing bags and almost break both of my arms off as I try to carry all the groceries inside in one trip, this is definitely an Olympic sport.

I pull my keys out and try to unlock the front door when it creaks open. My brows knit together in confusion, I freeze as I try to not drop my groceries, I lock the door. I know I did.

I would never NOT lock my front door. I push the door open hesitantly while I try to steady my breathing.

I place the groceries on the ground in the foyer and silently hurry to the kitchen, I rush for my marble knife holder and I grab one, fisting the kitchen knife in my hands so tight until my knuckles turn white.

Someone has been in my house while I was gone. I slowly make my way over to the living room and I stop dead in my tracks at the sight, I lower the knife and my blood runs cold.

On Top of my grey sofa sits a black box with a ribbon on top of it and next to the box lies another piece of paper. I stare at the two objects for a second before approaching them.

I pick up the box and undo the ribbon, my trembling fingers battle to open the box but when I finally open it, I find a picture of me. In the shower.

With my tattoo on full display. Fear settles into my bones, he's watching me right now, at this moment I can feel his eyes on me but I don't know where they are. I pick up the note.

"Did you like my drawing, delicate flower?"

I bare my teeth and I turn on my heel to throw the box and the note into the crackling fireplace. I grab the knife and storm out onto the porch.

How dare he? How dare he invade my home, my privacy!

"Where are you?! I know you can hear me! Stay the FUCK out of my house and leave me alone before I call the cops" I shout to whoever he is and wherever he is. I walk back inside tossing the knife onto the kitchen counter and I grab a bottle of 1968 whiskey and take a few healthy swigs from the bottle.

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