Love in the bloom

Cruel joke

Chapter 3

EMILY...

Sincerely, I was hoping that when I called, he would turn around and answer, believing that somehow his compassionate side that had helped me earlier would come through in some way.

I needed to get Ryan to stop bothering me, and this looked like the only option. To be honest, given what I said to him, I did not expect him to respond, but I was optimistic, and he did. On this day, the universe was on my side, and I was grateful beyond words.

"Oh my," I whispered as I hurried to his car, and clutched him tight while whispering something to him. I truly hoped he would cooperate since it was vital to send Ryan away.

Ryan stopped and stared at us as I ran to meet the stranger. Somehow it seemed he wanted to be sure if I truly was with the stranger.

"Please play along." I muttered under my breath, craving an appropriate justification to get away from Ryan since I was sick of his being around.

" Hey love, I have been waiting for you." He answered softly and, to my surprise, embraced me closer. He seemed more coordinated than earlier he was not chewing a gum and acted so cool. As surprised as I was, I gazed at him attentively, trying not to betray my unease."

"He was handsome afterall." I thought, He looked so attractive and i wondered how I did not see that before. I needed Ryan to accept the narrative and could not question the stranger why he was so calm about everything.

Although I was taken aback by his response, I was appreciative of his cooperation and composed demeanour. I let go of his embrace and we walked towards his car, to sell the deception. Truthfully, I was terrified, but I had no idea what to do. He was a stranger, and I simply wanted Ryan to leave.

"But isn’t this too much?" I questioned myself, but what else could I do? Ryan would know something was off if I did not accompany the stranger and would keep returning. As we strolled, I turned to see Ryan's eyes riveted on us.

To convince Ryan that we were together, I headed to the car and being a gentleman, He opened the door for me to get in. I hesitated at first, but when I caught Ryan's glare, I got into the car and hoped on the universe that I did not bring catastrophe upon myself in an attempt to get Ryan off my back.

However, just having Ryan around was lethal; seeing him around brought a lot of sad memories that made me sad and i did not want that.

I suppose I had to choose between Ryan and the stranger and aside being an over spoilt brat, he seemed cool. I believe I enjoyed the concept of the possibility and supposed the stranger would be nothing like Ryan. Ryan was the worst, and I felt it was better to follow my suspicions about the devil than to follow the devil himself.

" It can not really be that awful. Besides, I told myself as I drove off with him, he could turn out to be a very wonderful guy. The ride home was quiet and I sighed in relief having getting away from Ryan.

I turned to double-check, but it was clear Ryan was not following us after we drove out of the art gallery. It appeared we had lost him. Once more, I expressed my gratitude to the stranger and requested that he stop the vehicle so that I could return home. I gestured for him to pull over and thanked him for protecting me from Ryan.

" Thank you so much for all your help,that was alot out there and I am grateful you could play along." He looked at me, smiling mischeviously and continued to drive along.

" What was going on?" I asked myself as I watched the glasses go up and the locks click, my heart racing as if it were about to burst from my chest. " Did he lock the doors?" I ask myself as i tried to pull the door and noticed that they had been locked.

He kept driving, grinning, as if nothing had happened, and he had just locked the doors after we had passed the point at which I was meant to stop.

" This was a mistake, wasn't it?" I thought to myself, Ryan had cost me more than I ever anticipated. I had followed this stranger because I wanted to get away from him and now maybe this was a grave mistake.

" Please stop!!" I begged, tears welling up my eyes but he ignored me and continued to drive along. "Please just stop. I swear to you, I have no money, and if you kidnap me, you will not gain anything." I told him as tears streamed down my cheeks.

He turned to face me as he abruptly stopped the car. "Wow, you need to see yourself." He made fun of me, laughing hysterically. "I can not believe you fell for that!" As he continued to laugh, rage boiled within me. I sighed angrily and got down. " You fool, you play with everything." I sighed again annoyed that he had frighten me just for the fun of it.

I got out of the car quickly, not wanting to repeat what had just happened, and he drove away immediately, still laughing.

A sudden realisation struck me: I had left my purse and art piece in his car. I sighed again annoyed because of what his prank had cost me. " How was I supposed to get home with no money?" I muttered thinking about what to do.

" This is going to be a long walk home." I told myself as I took off my heels and began to walk home muttering inaudibly.

I arrived home incensed about what had occurred. Thanks to Ryan, I had lost my purse and an art piece and had to walk all the way home.

Ryan was just bad luck. I sighed and went up my room, I laid on the bed as my mind wondered to what had happened. I had lost my mother and everything I had with me. I started to cry and eventually fell asleep. The following morning I was agitated by the door bell's constant ringing. "Who is it?" I asked myself, stirring on the bed.

"No, no no." I muttered as soon as I heard the voice of who was at the door, jolting up from the bed. " I hope he isn't the one." I muttered as I got out of bed and went to the window to confirm my suspicions.

"What do I do?" I questioned myself about what to do in the situation. "Should I hide and pretend not to be home?" I concluded that they would eventually leave.

"She is in; I saw her return home last night." I overheard my neighbour next door. "Oh, no, I wish you could just shut up." Pacing up and down my room, as steams of thoughts came to mind, I realised I could not hide any longer and went outside.

" What was the worse that could happen?" I asked myself as I opened the door.