I ‘heart’ U… Txt Me
It’s noon and I already feel like I’ve worked my double shift. This is going to be a long night if I don’t keep my shields up. Holly called off, so did Jessica. That leaves me working the door as well as serving twice as many tables.
At 10pm my phone vibrates in my pocket. I check it while I wait on a drink order from Tara at the bar. There’s a message from a private number with an attachment. The text says “you look like you need a break.” I open the attachment and see a picture of myself carrying multiple orders with a look of exhaustion on my face. I snort a little and look around the room. Letting my shields down, I scan the minds of the room. No one’s thinking anything about me, other than the fact that they need more beer, ketchup, hot sauce, etc.
This town is full of weirdos and they think I’m the crazy one. I shrug and laugh to myself.
At 1am, I’m finally clocked out and heading home. I love living outside of town. It’s so peaceful and quiet. There are no thoughts to overhear out here. I’ve lived in my Gran’s farmhouse almost my whole life and there’s no place I’ve ever felt safer.
After a long hot shower, I get into my pj’s and crawl into bed. My feet are aching and I need a good night’s sleep. I’m so thankful that tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have to work again until Monday. My plan is to sleep in and spend the afternoon lying in the sun. It’s supposed to be a beautiful weekend. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
The sound of my phone buzzing wakes me up. With my eyes barely open, I reach over and pick it up. I’m not really surprised to find my phone ringing this late with all the vampires I know, but it still pisses me off that I just got to sleep and someone’s probably calling about some bullshit that I don’t want to deal with.
I look at the phone to see another message from a private caller. “You look beautiful when you sleep”. I open the attachment and it’s a picture of me asleep in my pajamas.
I throw the phone down, backing up against my headboard as my stomach drops and a cold shiver runs up my spine. Reaching to the nightstand, I turn on the light. Sensing no one in the room, I pick up my phone and call Jason while I open my mind to scan the rest of the house. Not sensing anyone, I creep down the hall. The call has gone to voicemail and I whisper my message “Jason, call me as soon as you get this! Someone was in the house!”
Going downstairs, turning on all the lights as I go, I head to the front door to make sure it’s locked. All the doors and windows are locked except over the kitchen sink. That window is open. I slam it shut and lock it.
I try to call Jason again and go straight to voicemail. I call the station. Unfortunately, Jason’s not at work either, but the dispatcher assures me they’ll send someone. I put my phone down, run upstairs and get dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. Half an hour later, Andy Bellefleur knocks on my door. By now, I’m sitting on the couch, covered in an afghan, with my knees pulled up to my chest. I jump when he knocks even though I could ‘hear’ him coming.
I answer the door and greet him with a relieved smile.
“Good evening, Miss Stackhouse. What seems to be the problem?”
“Someone was in my house tonight.”
“Can you describe them?”
“No. I didn’t actually see anyone, but he sent me a picture.”
“A picture of what, Miss Stackhouse?”
“A picture of me sleeping.”
Andy looks at me and shrugs as if to say, “so what”.
“TONIGHT! A picture from tonight!” I shout.
“Now, calm down. How do you know it was from tonight?”
“Look, I can show you.”
I get my phone and open my messages…It’s gone! I flip through all the messages and photos I have and there’s nothing there from the private caller. I look again frantically, but I can’t find them.
“Andy, they’re gone.”
“Miss Stack…uh…Sookie, let me look around and see if anything is out of place. Did you notice anything?”
Andy looks upstairs and in every room, then goes around the house before coming back to the door.
“Sookie, I didn’t see anything unusual. Is there anything else you can tell me? Are you sure you aren’t just tired after a long day?” However, in his mind he’s thinking, ‘I can’t believe I had to come out here at who knows what hour because she had a bad dream. This is Bullshit.’.
He plasters on a fake smile and says, “Call if anything else happens and I’ll be right back out. In the meantime, get some rest.” After a moment, he turns, walks to his car and leaves.
I lock the door behind him. Just then, I remember the window. Dammit!
No sooner does Andy leave that the phone buzzes. I look at the message. It reads. “Yes, you should get some rest.”
What the Fuck? It’s like he’s a fly on the wall, watching everything I do. Now, I am totally freaking out. I grab my phone, my shotgun and head to my room. After locking the door, I settle on my bed with my back against the wall. I send out my ‘feelers’ and still there’s no one around. So, I make my calls:
Tara – voicemail
Lafayette – voicemail
Alcide – voicemail
Bill – no answer
Sam – voicemail
I call Fantasia. The phone is answered, “Fantasia the bar with a bite, what do you want?” from the familiar snark of Pam.
“Pam, it’s Sookie.”
“Oh.” She drawls. “Eric’s not here. Was there something else?”
“Do you know where he is?”
“Honey, that was rhetorical, but if you see him tell him I’m looking for him, too.” The line goes dead.
I stare at the phone for a minute before I feel the tears falling down my face. I wrap my arms around my legs as I pull them to my chest laying my forehead against my knees. I’m so tired.
I must have dozed off. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, but I know it’s still dark. I hear my phone buzz again.
“I can’t get you out of my mind. I hope you’re thinking of me, too.
That gets me moving.
At this point, every light in my house is already on. I push my dresser in front of the bedroom door and shut the curtains. I grab my phone and head into the closet, bringing my pillow and blanket. The closet is small, but I feel comforted that three walls are close and I’m facing the only opportunity for threat.
I look at the last message and decide to try and text back. I know it says private, but I didn’t even know that was possible. I type, “Listen perv, I already called the cops and if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to…”
Before I could finish, another text comes over. “Don’t worry Sookie, my angel, it’ll be over soon.”
At this point, I’ve lost my nerve to even try to respond. I have to get ahold of someone, NOW. So, I try again and again…
Jason – no
Tara – no
Lafayette – no
Alcide – no
Bill – no
Sam – no
Eric – no
I can’t keep this up. I scan the area again and find nothing. Despite my best efforts, I fall asleep.
I wake up to the sound of banging on my front door. I have no idea what time it is, but I see daylight filling the room. I crawl to the door and open it. Nothing seems out of place, so I stand and enter my room.
Looking out my bedroom window, I see Sam’s truck outside. The banging continues. I open my window and holler,
“Sam, is that you?”
“Yeah, who else? Are you ok?”
“I am now. Give me a minute. I’ll be right down.”
I can feel tears prickling around my eyes. My adrenaline has left me and I shove the dresser away as far as I can before squeezing through the doorway. The morning coupled with Sam’s arrival gives me the first sense of comfort I was beginning to think would never come.
I get the front door open. Sam steps in with a concerned look on his face.
“I came as soon as I got your message. Tell me what happened. Are you ok?”
“I don’t know exactly. It started before I left work. I got a couple pictures and then several frightening text messages.”
“What do you mean frightening?”
“Someone’s watching me, Sam! He said things that were creepy. And I think he heard what Andy said to me when he left.
“Well, Sookie, my angel, you really did need to get some rest.”