REAGAN WALLIS ♡
Atlanta, Georgia
5-27-26

The girl waited patiently for her popcorn to finish cooking in the microwave. Today was one of those boring days for her, honestly.

It was Saturday so she couldn't teach, and the club finally gave all the workers off days after so many people complained about it.

Now she officially had weekends off from both of her jobs. Reagan was beyond grateful for it, but now she would have nothing productive to do on weekends.

Tonight the only thing she really had to do was mope around the house. Her car was still in the shop and it's not like she had anywhere to go anyways, the girl was practically friendless.

"Guess it's movie night, again." She took her popcorn out, making sure not to burn her hand on the bag.

Once she plated all her snacks neatly, she made herself comfortable on the couch and scrolled through Prime Video.

"Ouu what's Saltburn?" She remembered seeing it all over social media recently, so she decided to watch it and see what the hype was all about.

Mid way through the movie she got this eerie feeling.. she couldn't put her finger on it but it felt like she was either being recorded, or watched.

Usually she would just wave it off and blame it on her paranoia, but her whole body was trembling. Something in her was just screaming at her to run.

When she finally came to a conclusion it was already too late.. she made the mistake of looking out her window. Part of her was wishing she hadn't because when she did..

There was a dark pair of eyes, staring right back at her. Eyes that clearly belonged to Y'amir— not that she would know with the panicked state she was in.

Without even thinking a second thought she let out the most blood curling scream.. ones that you would typically only hear in horror movies.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" She was  practically tripping over her own feet.

The first thing she thought to do was run and call the police. Her car was still being repaired so she'd likely have to run on foot, but she wasn't complaining.

She no longer felt safe in her home and she couldn't stay here another moment.

The girl rushed to grab her keys, also making sure she had her phone on her.

"I need to go! Fuck, I have to-"

Her panic attack was interrupted by three loud knocks to her front door. At this point, Reagan was already freaked out so the loud banging startled her even more.

"Oh hell no.. You're not about to kill me bitch," She whispered to herself while going to the kitchen and grabbing the nearest knife.

One thing was for certain— she wasn't going down without a fight. She would fight to the death if it came down to it, although she hoped it didn't.

"Reagan open the door! It's Ya'mir, I heard you screaming. You good?"

Her anxiety slowly melted away when she found out it was just her neighbor. She let out a sigh of relief before dropping the knife and heading towards her front door.

She opened it without a second thought, and outside revealed Ya'mir standing tall.

He was wearing his signature wife beater with grey sweatpants, it was almost hard for Reagan to stop staring.

"You ight love? I heard you screaming from all the way across the hall." His brown eyes met hers, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they looked familiar.

She was silent for a while, which had the man a little on edge. Did she finally figure it out? Or was he just overthinking it?

In all actuality, Reagan was just trying to decide if she wanted to tell him the truth or not.

"I think I have a stalker."

Ya'mir's face dropped into a look of concern, and she picked up on it instantly.

"Oh no no you don't have to worry or anything! I've always had the feeling of someone watching me but I could never confirm it.." The girl let out a faint sigh before continuing.

"I can handle it on my own Ya'mir. You don't have to be concerned about it, okay? No need to get you in the mix."

Reagan never expected help from anyone. She was one of those people who never felt comfortable with asking for things, let alone something like this.

It was her problem and she didn't need anyone else getting involved. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she put someone else in danger as well.

She watched enough thriller movies to know how stalkers retaliated.

If she were to get someone like Ya'mir involved, he'd surely be killed. The only people she was willing to get involved were the cops, period.

She assumed her stalker was a man based on the broad shoulders she saw outside her window.

So she put the pieces together pretty quickly. She had a secret admirer.. well, a stalker.

She just found it better for her own sake to look at it as a secret admirer.

Ya'mir gave her a blank expression, almost as if saying 'girl are you fucking dumb?' without actually saying it.

"Man, you just told me you got a fuckin' stalker.. of course ima be concerned?"

"Well it's none of your business Ya'mir. I don't need you getting hurt or worse because of me!" Reagan exclaimed, finding herself becoming irritated.

For some reason he just didn't understand the point she was trying to make, and it made her feel stupid.

With a quick smack of his teeth he grabbed the girl's firmly— and dragged her along.

"Ya'mir let me go! What the hell are you doing?!" She tried smacking his hand away, but he was just too strong for her.

"We're going to the police so you can report your stalker. Now stop complaining."

"I didn't ask you to do this." She sat in the passenger seat of his with her arms crossed, and a pout spread across her face.

She was annoyed that he didn't respect her wishes, but part of her was happy she had someone to confide in.

"Ion care what you asked, I'm telling you I won't let you do this shit alone." His voice had a stern base behind it this time, letting her know he wasn't fucking around.

Reagan felt butterflies swarm around her stomach when she heard his words.

It was just nice to know somebody cared about her enough to do something like this.

"Okay then.. I guess there's no talking you out of it,"

"Sure ain't, make sure you remember that shit too."

Reagan playfully rolled her eyes before flicking him off. "Uh huh.. whatever."

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When they finally arrived at the police station, Ya'mir couldn't help the grin sliding across his face. She was so gullible.

Reagan fell right into his trap, just like he expected her to. It was easier than he thought actually— she barely even put up a fight.

He wasn't complaining though, trust was mandatory in a relationship. Even if they weren't technically together yet, in his mind they might as well have been married with kids already.

The two were standing in front of the entrance for what felt like years. Reagan was working up the courage to go in there, and it wasn't working at all.

"You ready?" He questioned, gently grabbing her hand because he could sense her anxiety.

"Yes.. I'm just a little nervous. What if they say I don't have enough proof?" It was true honestly.

Everything besides tonight was based purely on speculation. She always felt like she was being watched, but never had any proof until today.

And she worried that it was enough for the police to help her.

"It's gonna be okay love. Just get out yo' head so much ight? I'm here with you, I promise I got you." She smiled at his reassuring words before nodding, letting him know she was ready.

Ya'mir led the way to the front building, since he knew she was still a little nervous.

Once they made it inside, all eyes immediately snapped to them.

Officers were on and off duty and there were no other people in there besides the task force, so the two of them stood out the most.

"Hey, how can we help you two?!" A lady at the front desk asked with a bright smile.

She seemed nice enough to talk to, so that calmed Reagan's nerves a bit.

"Uh we're here to file a report.." The lady nodded in understanding before pulling out the proper paperwork.

"Okay then! I'm gonna have to ask you a couple questions, you're comfortable with that right?"

"Yes.."

"So, what are you here to report today?" She asked, grabbing her notepad to take notes.

"Well.. I'm here to report a stalker. I've been feeling like someone's been watching me for years now but I never had proof. Until a little earlier today I was watching tv I my living room, and I saw someone outside my window just staring with a weird smile on his face.."

The desk lady made sure to right down every detail she could before responding. "Did you catch a glimpse of his face or facial features?"

"No unfortunately. It was too dark to see, plus he had some type of mask on covering half of his face." Reagan realized how useless this information would be, but it was worth a try.

Plus it would put her mind at ease.

"Well there's not much we can do if we don't have a facial description, but I will assign a police officer to your home for the next couple of months. I've dealt with a stalker before myself, so I'll personally do anything to help."

Reagan let out a sigh of relief at her words, thank god the lady was so understanding.

She didn't miss the way Ya'mir's hand tightened around hers, nor did she miss the scowl forming on his face. What was he so upset about?

"And also, I see you have this big guy with you huh? Keep him around. He looks pretty strong so if anything goes left, at least you'll have him to help you through this." Once she finished up writing her notes, she handed Reagan a business card.

"Here, take this. If you ever need more assistance please just call, I'll assign some officers to your place as soon as possible," she left it at that before handing Reagan some basic paper work.

Honestly, Reagan didn't know how to feel. Surely it was too much for her to ask him to babysit her? Because that's what it felt like, babysitting.

She was okay with it but she'd rather go back to the times where she had her freedom and privacy.

"Just fill these papers out for me and as soon as you finish you can slip it into that little box over there!"

Reagan gave her a simple nod before grabbing Ya'mir's hand and walking away.

"We don't have to listen to what she said y'know? I don't need you to hang around if you don't want-"

He sucked his teeth, quickly waving her excuses off. "I'm doing it. If it'll help keep you safe then why not? Don't try to talk me out of it either, you know ian gone listen."

Reagan let out a sigh at the fact he was right. So far everything she's told him went in one ear and out the other, he simply doesn't listen.

She couldn't lie and say she didn't like it though, hanging around him wouldn't be too bad. Plus she was flattered he cared about her enough to do something like that.

"Well okay then.. prepare to be sick of me!" He chuckled at her outburst before tightening his grip on her hand.

"I could never be sick of ya' pretty ass."

authors note
plsss get off my ass yall!! i gave yall 2000 words, BE PROUD OF ME 😓