Haunting-Adeline

She takes a deep, calming breath. “Okay, I'm sorry. I’ve just been really
scared, Addie.”
I flinch as a different kind of tsunami overwhelms me. This one is filled
with every nega ve emo on imaginable. Guilt. Shame. Regret.
"I'm really sorry, Daya. I'll see you in a few."
I hang up the phone and immediately start walking off in the direc on I
think I’m supposed to be going in.
“Wrong way, li le mouse. Follow me,” Zade says, his deep tenor causing
me to tense, my shoulders rocke ng to my ears. He’s finished dressing and
is heading in the opposite direc on.
S ffly, I turn and follow a er him. Not asking or caring how he knows
where to go, as long as he gets me out of here.
A er fi een tense minutes, we find the exit door and I rush out, the cold
air a balm to my heated face.
The fair is a stark difference to when I came in. The field is completely
devoid of life. Not a single soul on the grounds nor any lights.
How long were we in there for? I check the me, and my eyes bug when
I note that it’s twelve-thirty in the morning.
Two hours! I’ve been in there for two fucking hours. Sure, half of that
was ge ng through the mirrors but s ll. Normal people don’t fuck for that
long, do they?
Zade is somewhere behind me, so I glance over my shoulder and say,
“Don’t follow me out. Daya is wai ng for me, and I don’t want her to see
you.” Even I can detect the coldness in my voice.
The en re fi een minutes it took to find our way out, all I could think
about is how I want to fuck him again.
And that scares the absolute shit out of me.
It was the reality check I needed—a very stark reminder that I just had
sex with my stalker. I shouldn't have let any of that happen.
I feel his hand clamp around my wrist a second before he whips me
around. I stumble into him, but he catches me quickly, wrapping a hand
ghtly around the back of my neck.
“I’m late for a date with a psycho girl anyways,” he says easily. My eyes
round and he smiles when he detects the anger in my eyes. “Don’t be
jealous, li le mouse. It’s not a real date. She’s not my type of crazy. Despite
the fact that she’s not you.”