Chapter 4

Lunatic

Yup I’ve gone mad.

Stella stood there for a second, closing her eyes and shaking her head, expecting to open her eyes and the figure disappear. When she opened them, he was still standing there looking at her. No staring at her so intensely she felt as if he was trying to burn holes in her.

Stella closed her eyes again muttering “You’re going mad, no one is there just walk home”. A voice, a deep smooth voice quietly said “You might be mad but you’re not seeing things I am standing here”.

Stella’s eyes flew open. It didn’t sound like Jack’s voice, it was deeper and the way his spoke sounded as if he was from a different time. He stepped into the light.

Stella when to gasp but she couldn’t move, he looked like Jack. But didn’t, he was taller then Jack, broader across the chest and looked like he hit the gym a lot. It was his eyes, green like Jack’s but brighter, more intense. His hair was long, longer than Jack’s, it was pulled back in a messy bun. The same colour, dark brown almost black. Even the clothes he was wearing were like what Jack wore.

Who the fuck is this guy and why does he look like the jacked aqua man version of my husband.

Were they related?

Fuck I need a drink!

The mysterious aqua man looked at her for a second and said, “Who the fuck is aqua man?” Stella froze, did she say that out loud?

Did I say that out loud surly not, no way.

Stella didn’t say anything and neither did the mysterious man. Stella let out a breath she didn’t realised she was holding and then thought it was best if she went home and left this crazy person.

Lunatic yup that’s what I am clinically insane.

I need to see the doctor in the morning.

“You’re not going mad, lunatic maybe but you’re not going mad and yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. It’s not hard when you’re shouting” mystery man finally said.

Get fucked!

“You sure have a potty mouth don’t you.” Stella slowly put her wine in the ground and ran for it.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Stella turned to look back and couldn’t see the man so she kept running until she hit her front door and opened it as fast as she could and slammed it shut and locked it. Stella back away until she hit the couch.

I’m mad or I’m dead, something it wrong with me for sure.

Who was that, why did he look just like Jack?

I wish Jack was here to tell me what the fuck is going on!

Breath Stel breath that was all in your head it must be from the accident, I much be hallucinating.

Knock-knock.

Stella froze.

Must be Brit.

Stella slowly stood and walked to the door, cursing herself for not having a peep hole to see who is there. She opened the door.

Fuck

“Potty mouth, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot back there” he was standing there smiling at her. Her heart started racing, the adrenaline was pumping through her but she also felt a heat rising in her lower belly, she pushed those feelings aside to shocked to process them. Stella froze for a second her mind racing, she went to slam the door in his face. He stopped it with his foot, “Ow that hurt”. He pushed the door open and walked inside.

Stella walked backwards not believing what was happening. He put the wine that Stella hadn’t realised he was holding down on the coffee table. “Who are you and why are you stalking me?” Stella asked, there was a lot more fear in her voice then she would have liked but she attempted to stand up straight and compose her face.

Be brave be brave, breath dickhead!

The man smiled slowly tilting his head to the side and said, “Okay my little brave one, I think we need one of these before I start this conversation”. Holding out a bottle of wine. When Stella didn’t move, he walked towards the kitchen opening cupboards and looking for wine glasses. Stella stood silent watching him be at ease looking through her kitchen. When he found the glasses, he proceeded to open the wine and pour two very large glasses of wine. He walked to Stella holding out a glass, Stella took the glass and took a very long drink closing her eyes hoping she was imagining what was happening. When she opened them, he was still standing there staring at her.

Who is this guy?

Why haven’t I screamed yet?

Should I call the police?

No, maybe?

How did he find me?

Stella continued to look at the man in front of her while her mind what racing. He cleared his throat and said “My name is James, James Bond.”

Lunafuckingtic.