Page 37 of Stalked

Slowly taking my phone, I shove it into my pocket, not bothering to look through it.

“Come on, let’s go meet my aunt and uncle,” Tobias says, grabbing my hand.

Leading me up the stairs, Tobias doesn’t knock before opening the door and dragging me along.

“Shouldn’t you have… knocked?” I whisper. Clenching his hand in mine, the whole house is plunged into so much darkness that I have no idea how he can even see two feet in front of him.

“No, knowing Salem she’d probably punch me for knocking when I can simply just walk in.” Tobias leads me through the living room, holding onto my hand, though I’m sure he must be grossed out from the amount of sweat my hand has on it. And when we round the corner, my heart might as well drop from my chest, when I take in the guy, I’m assuming is his uncle. He’s huge—not as big as Zion, thank fuck, because no one should ever be that big. His strong gaze locks onto mine immediately. He frowns, and my eyes can’t leave his. I feel nauseous, and the panic quickly returns.

“Uncle Zane, knock it off,” Tobias growls, dragging me further into the room. That doesn’t stop this Zane guy from giving me a murderous stare that has me dragging my feet and shrinking behind Tobias.

“Zane.” A feminine voice appears behind us, causing me to jump about three feet in the air. “Hello, Tobes.” Nudging into his back, I watch as a girl, who’s literally just as small as my sister steps forward. Her medium-length black hair is tied into a braid going down her back, with overalls and a flannel, speaking true to the whole farm situation.

“Aunt Salem, Uncle Zane, this is Gabriel.”

“Hello, Gabriel.” Salem smiles towards me, while Zane narrows his eyes even more if that’s even possible.

“Uncle Zane, don't be such a bitch,” Tobias growls, pulling me closer. I would never get over his possessive side.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Salem laughs, setting down a plate of something, I wasn’t too sure what it was. “The first time I met Zane he whined because I hit him with a bat.” Shrugging her shoulders, she steps towards the fridge.

“I don’t remember that,” Tobias says, dragging me towards the island. He leans forward, taking a piece of the bread and putting it onto my plate before taking one for himself.

“You were just born.” Salem once again shrugs, handing him a tub of butter.

“What is this?” I whisper to Tobias.

“Banana bread. Salem made it when she kidnapped me.” Zane smirks over at her.

“I did not kidnap you. I saved your damn life and then decided to try and make you feel at home with some baked goods,” she says, waving a butter knife at him. Zane doesn’t look afraid. Instead, he’s smiling at her with love in his eyes.

“You’re right,” Zane mumbles, finally drawing his eyes away from her.

“Tobias kidnapped me,” I blurt out. I regret it the moment the words leave my mouth. But what makes me regret it even more is when Zane’s eyes snap to mine and then Tobias, while Salem holds a better grip on the knife and glares at Tobias. I worry for a moment that she might try and stab him.

“He’s lying.” Tobias takes a bite of banana bread.

Now, I should probably agree, let them all think it’s a joke. But what comes out of my mouth is, “No, I’m not. You literally took me in themiddle of the night. And that was after you were stalking me for a month.” A few things happen all at once. Zane chuckles, and Tobias glares daggers at me moments before Salem moves around the island and punches Tobias.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Tobias growls, standing his ground in front of her.

“Tell me you’re lying. Tell me you didn’t kidnap him!” she hisses, still holding onto that butter knife.

Tobias is too silent, and I don’t like it.

“Tobias, you better run for it,” Zane mutters, shoving the stupid banana bread into his mouth.

“I thought at least your mother would’ve taught you better! You can’t just kidnap people, Tobias! It’s wrong, let him go,” Salem hisses, peeking around Tobias’ shoulder and she looks directly at me. “Honey, you can leave. Zane will take you to the bus station and give you some money. Go home and forget about this ungrateful little shit. He’ll be dead in a moment anyways.” Once more narrowing her eyes at Tobias, she goes to take a step towards him.

Grabbing him around the waist I pull him back, placing my hand on his hip.

“Thank you, but I don’t need you to do that,” I finally say.

“He kidnapped you.”

“And stalked me, and violated me, and much more. But I… well….” I can’t finish my sentence. I barely know these people, and to tell him I loved waking up to his come on my mouth might sound a little odd.

“He wants me as much as I want him,” Tobias finishes for me.

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