“Pony Express!” I shout out, winning charades for me and Reece. Game night has resumed for me, giving me a much-needed fun night. We didn’t have it last Friday because both Reece and Gabe were down with the flu, but tonight we were able to finally pick it up again. I had forgotten how much fun it was before my life did a three-sixty. I now feel like two totally different people, though, and I’m not sure if I like it. As much fun as I’m having with my friends, I don’t feel whole, and it almost seems as though I’m lying to both me and my friends. Reece, and now Gabe, know of the type of relationship that me and Jace have, but they don’t know to what extent it goes to. Not that it’s their business, but with Jace not here with me, I could really use someone to talk to about it. I just don’t trust anybody enough to tell my secrets yet. “Ella, do you need another drink?” Reece asks as she gets up to get a refill of her own. “Yeah, sure. Thank you.” I watch as Gabe starts putting the chara

I was so happy when our parents pulled up with our vehicles on Tuesday afternoon. Unfortunately, my sister and brother couldn’t come, but just seeing my parents again makes me feel better. I’ve been feeling off ever since the break-in, almost like a lost little girl, even with Jace here with me, it isn’t the same without my parents. My parents were always the ones to chase the boogie man away, and now being on my own, I know I need to depend more on myself. Learning to depend on no one but yourself takes a lot, more than I ever thought it would take. I was excited to move out on my own, and it was all roses until something detrimental happened, making me lose the feeling of wanting to be independent. I’m hoping that having Jace here with me will help, but he won’t always be around either. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly feeling the way I am. Maybe it’s due to everything that has happened to me, or maybe it’s the fact that Jace had talked to me about his suspicions. Just thinking about a

Why me? It’s what I’ve been asking myself ever since Graduation Day when I learned that I truly had a stalker. Finding my old cell phone left on my bed scared the crap out of me. Knowing that the same person who was in my apartment without me knowing, was inside my parents’ house as well. The worst part is that they were there during mine and Jace’s grad party, which means, people saw them, and they didn’t even know that they were someone to watch out for. My dad has searched the security footage from that day, and Mason was not on any of the footage. So, either he is really good at getting in and out, or we have the wrong person. There are no leads yet, as to who this person actually is. Jace has been going out of his mind, worrying about my safety; it’s like I’m a prisoner. I can't go anywhere, except for home and work, and until we find whoever the person is, Jace, Reece, and Gabe take turns sitting at the bakery and coffee shop while I work; I’m never left alone. Jace and I have

“Precious, let’s go. It’s getting late.” Jace calls through the bathroom door. “Uh, Sir, I don’t think I can wear this dress.” I yell through the door as I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. When I unwrapped the box and pulled the dress out, I was aware that it was see through, but now that it’s on, it leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my butt, which you can see right through the material. Jace allowed me to wear a G-string with the dress, but it’s not like it helps to cover anything. There is a small, nude triangular patch that hides my lady bits and two small patches that cover my nipples. Aside from that, I might as well be wearing nothing at all. “Open the door, Precious.” There is a hint of annoyance in Jace’s voice, and so I reach over and open the door. At first, I think he may actually tell me to change, but then he runs his thumb over his bottom lip and grins, “You look hot as fuck, baby! Why would I want you to change?” “I-I thought you d-didn

JACE POV I’ve been pacing back and forth in front of the door for the last five minutes. Waking up to find a note on your girlfriend’s pillow instead of her head is not how I wanted to start my morning. Her telling me that she’s gone to the bakery to get us breakfast and that she won’t be gone long, does nothing to soothe the anger building within me. When I finally hear the keys in the lock, I start to try and calm myself down because the last thing I want to do is punish her while I’m full of anger, and she will be punished dearly for this stunt. The door opens, and I grab her arm, pulling her inside as I slam the door shut. I pull the bakery bag and coffees from her hands, placing them on the table by the door, and then reaching up, I wrap my hand around her slender throat. It’s not enough to hurt her or cut off her air, but it’s enough to shove her against the wall and hold her there. “Do you know how fucking worried I have been since waking up and finding you gone?” I seethe.