Chapter Twenty-Six: Holding Back

Emily

It can't be him, it can't be that crazy person who has been sending me texts, I silently murmured over and over again when I saw Adam running after the figure. Was this guy crazy enough to follow me to Paris? I couldn't help but ask myself that question while putting on my underwear and clothes. Coming back up to me, I saw Adam was staring at me intently before he got redressed then ushered me in the direction of the hotel. Feeing my phone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out and saw that it was a text. Reading it, I wanted to burst into tears.

He was threatening me yet again, this crazy fucker that I knew nothing of, nothing about or his motives was threatening me once more.

Next time it won't be stones, it will be bullets if I ever see you guys naked bodies pressed together again.

I guess my assumption was right, it was indeed that crazy mysterious man that has been trailing me all over New York and now Paris. How he knew where I was, was a mystery to me.