Who’s There?

Ever since Dior was born her parents have always been very cautious and strict with her. When she was little she couldn't have any candy that wasn't on a stick because her parents would worry she would choke. She couldn't go on playdates or school trips because her parents would say any more than 10 minutes was too far away. As Dior got older they became more strict with things like clothes, phone privileges, Curfew, and even after-school activities, she was tired of it. At the age of 15 Dior decided she would move as soon as she finished high school, but she wouldn't talk to her parents about it, knowing what they would say and how they'd react, she counted down the years, the months, the days, to the hours, to the minutes, until the day finally came. She said her goodbyes the night before and let it be known she'd be leaving out early and not to expect to see her that morning.

On June 8th a sunny Friday morning, birds were singing their songs as they flew in the sky, a light cool breeze blows through the crack of the window, rustling noise, the sound of clothes being unhung, hangers being hung up, drawers opening and closing, the chime of glass perfume bottles gently bumping each other, and then the sound of a zipper closing, Dior has packed her things into her suitcase. She picks up her keys, they jingle and jangle as she walks out of the house to her big, deep, shiny black jeep wrangler. She puts her suitcase in her trunk and it thumps as it connects with the padded trunk flooring. She unlocks the car door and sits in the driver's seat, as soon as she closes the door she sighs in relief as if all her stress is already gone, she was free.

She set up her GPS to take her to her new place and played some music in the background. About 10 minutes into her drive she notices this silver Subaru has been on her tail for a weird amount of time. Dior makes the smart decision to go off route to see if the car continues to follow her. She turns right 4 times, driving in a circle and the car is still on her back. She makes a sharp left her tires screeching from the sudden change in direction, she heads to her closest friend's house car still steady stalking, parks, and quickly simplifies in a text to her friend what's happening as she heads to her door. It opens just in time. "Oh my god, thank you so much Thought id never lose that creep" Dior sighs "Of course, but do you recognize the car, maybe they know you?" Her friend Jamie asks "no I don't but I'm just gonna chill here for a little to make it seem like I'm not leaving" Dior says confidently with a smug look on her face "Good idea genius" Jamie replies giving the same energy back. 30 minutes go by and Dior decides it's a good time to leave, she peeks her head out the door, looks left, looks right, no sign of the silver car. She goes onto the sidewalk and looks again with more perspective, looks left, looks right, and the car is gone...

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