I feel lighter. I feel resolved. Almost as if I should be celebrating.

It's been a week since Mr. Grayson threatened me at Darlas. Or, as he would say it, "warned me," and to this day, absolutely nothing strange or alarming has happened. So, you know what Mr. Grayson, I call bluff.

Today is a Friday night, which means Daisy's already left for the club scene with Asher and will more than likely come back home sometime tomorrow afternoon. I don't mind Daisy not being home, if anything I actually enjoy it. It gives me a chance to catch up on some much needed me time. Some people find this strange but I've honestly always been my own favorite company. It worries me to think that there are some people out there in the world that are afraid of being on their own. Because for me, that's paradise.

I dim the lights to set the mood for the night and then proceed to lock the door. I change into my black and white striped onesie, put on my favorite movie —Toy Story, of course— and start to get ready for my relaxed evening. I put a bag of microwave popcorn into the microwave and stand by the counter. As I wait for the popcorn to get done, I scroll through my phone, checking through my emails. Two from my mother, one from my gynecologists', a few ads, a subscription for—

My thought is cut short when the microwave beeps loudly, signaling that my popcorn is ready. As I'm about to open the microwave, my phone vibrates a few moments too many and I pick it up to find a picture of Daisy, seated at the bar, dressed in her off the shoulder purple sequin dress that Asher had gotten for her last year, sent to me at exactly 12.01 am on a Saturday, by a previously blocked number.

Mr. Xavier Grayson.

The message sends a wave of repulsion and worry right through me. I instinctively throw my phone onto the counter and start to panic and breath heavily. He's watching her. And he wants me to know.

Oh no....Daisy

"Okay. Okay, breath Nailea," I say to myself. I need to analyze the situation quickly and get my thoughts in order. Daisy might be in real trouble. I've seen enough movies to know how these kinds of things go. I suddenly hear another ding come from my phone. I instinctively pick it up, seeing that he's now sent me three more pictures. Trembling in fear and shock, I send back a message telling him to stop and get out of there. He responds immediately with another picture. What kind of sick joke is this? What kind of sane person would do something like this?

I quickly think to call Daisy. When she doesn't answer, I start to worry. I call her three more times and on the fifth ring of the last call, she finally picks up.

"Hey Nai, what's up?" I hear her faintly say over the loud music blasting in the background.

"Daisy! Daisy, you need to get out of there right now!" I shriek.

"What?"she mumbles, "I can't hear you; did you say I need to get to sound fair? What the hell is that and why am I going there?"

"Daisy! Get. Out. Now." I shout, noticing that Mr. Grayson has just sent me three more pictures.

"Did you say get out?" I hear her say, "Nai, can I call you back? I can barely hear you"

"GET OUT OF THERE!" I yell into the phone as loud as I can.

"Woah...calm down! Why would I leave? I just got here."

"Because.... he's there Daisy."

"What?" She's confused. "Who is?"

"Mr Grayson! He's there and he's taking pictures of you. I'm not kidding Daisy you need to get out of that club right now!"

She laughs. Making the entire situation much more irritating. "Yeah, okay. Bye Nailea"

"I'm serious! This is not a joke Daisy come the hell back home now!"

Two more pictures.

"You're wearing a purple dress, the sequin one that Asher got you," I tell her, trying to convince her that she might possibly be in danger. "How would I know that? I didn't see you when you left! Listen to me Daisy, he is in the club, right beside you somewhere and he is taking pictures of you"

"Well, I can't see him Nai. I'm looking around right now and I cannot see him"

One more picture. And this time, shes looking directly at the camera.

I forward Daisy the photo and she goes quiet on the line. "What the hell Nai, you're starting to freak me out. This isn't funny"

"It isn't supposed to be funny! You need to leave right now!"

Silence.

"Daisy?!"

"Yeah...okay, I'm on my way"

"I'm coming to get you, alright? just stay in public!"

Mr. Grayson's p.o.v

I hate clubs. I hate the stickiness of the sweaty bodies that touch and make flesh to flesh contact with each note that passes through the horridly loud speakers. I hate drunk people and most of all, I hate the lack of control I have over my bloodlust when I'm in this place. All of these people are just asking to be killed in my opinion.

The only reason I'm even here is for the sake of my relationship with Miss Tembo. What can I say, love is all about sacrifice. In the last minutes, I have successfully managed to scare the living lights out of Miss Tembo and in turn, show her how much I care for the two of us to work.

I follow Daisy closely as she leaves the club from the back entrance of the building. She continues to look behind, trying to spot me. Youd be surprised how easy it is to be invisible when you really want to be. She is still on the phone, this excites me and quite honestly, it turns me on to see the fear in her eyes.

"Hey! Hey! You sick freak!" I hear her shout

Oh no, she's seen me.

She runs up to me, putting her phone into the purse that hangs over her shoulder like a cheap string. I stand firmly with my hands tucked away in my pockets.

"Listen to me you psycho, I'm not Nailea, okay?" she barks, "you do not scare me! So, stay the hell away from me or else I will make sure your sick, pathetic ass is stuck rotting in a prison cell for the rest of your sad, sorry life. You got it?!"

I have a knife in the pocket of my trench coat and I'm tempted to gut her right here in this empty alleyway, slice her from head to toe and make a mess of her in-sides just for the sheer enjoyment of it all.

However, I am trying to practice my self control and so instead, I grab her neck forcefully, squeezing tightly and constricting her airflow, but not enough to choke her to death. Just enough for it to leave a mark.

I lean my face invasively closer to hers, my body pressed against her chest. She tries to scratch me away, but I'm able to push away her wrists forcefully. A group of people pass us by and say nothing. Don't you just love the never-ending narcissism of humankind?

I bring my lips to her ear. "Don't make me hurt you," I growl. Her breath is now hitched and I think she might be turned on despite how afraid I've made her.

I release her and watch as she chokes frantically, fixing her dress and stumbling out of the alley. "You bastard!" She spits over and over again until she's far too gone for me to even hear her.

Well, wasn't that a productive Friday night.

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Pretty short chapter but I hope you liked it, don't forget to vote, comment and share if you did! Even if you didn't lol, help a girl out!

Also, I hope you guys are liking the little pov's of Mr. Grayson. They're a lot of fun to write!

See you in the next chapter Loveys!

-Xo, Lakish'a