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Joy
I woke up to the startling sound of my doorbell rolled over in my bed, groaning at the incessant chimes
echoing through my house, and opened one eye to look out my window. I was surprised to see that it
was still dark outside although the first rays of the morning sun were already lighting up the h orizon
Who in the world is ringing my doorbell so early in the morning?!
While 1 covered my ears with a pillow to mu ffle the sounds, I rolled over again and grabbed my
smartphone on my nightstand, noticing I didn’t have any messages nor did I have any missed calls. I
quickly swiped the screen to check the CCTV footage, fighting the urge to just ignore the sound and fall
back to sleep. However, I immediately sat up when I saw Cristos standing on my doorstep, pushing on
the doorbell like his life depended on it. He was facing the yard, his back against my door, looking
around as if he was waiting for something… or someone… to attack. I also noticed his other hand was
inside his coat pocket. Apparently, he
was armed.
Joget
Joy, get out of bed. It’s an emergency!
Without putting & robe on, I hurriedly walked down the stairs in my skimpy pink silk pajamas. Cristos
needed me and I needed to help him.”
Downstairs, I made my way to the front door, fumbling for the light switch. I figured with The lights on,
whoever or whatever was causing Cristos to behave in such a way, would flee.
As soon as I unlocked the door, Cristos came berging in with all his luggage in tow. He pushed me
aside, closed the door and quickly punched in my code to arm the security
system.
“Get down! Cristos instructed, pulling me down to the floor. “Stay away from any of the windows, keep
your head down and when I tell you, go hide in your media room.”
Crouching low himself, he swiftly went to each of my windows to untie the curtains, obstructing the view
of anyone lurking outside.
I quietly obeyed Cristos instructions and crouched low, practically crawling to hide in between the stools
underneath my kitchen ind. My heart was beating madly against my chest while my zrozziness
shifted into panic.
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“What’s going on?” I asked nervously trying to make myself as small as possible so I wouldn’t be seen
through the cr acks of my curtains.
“I thought I saw someone in a track suit when my car entered the cul-de-sac. It was weird. One second
that someone was there, the next, p oof, he was gone like a ghost. I saw him. move towards the tree in
your front yard, but when I went to check, no one was there,”
Cristos said.
I rolled my eyes. This kind of behavior was seriously going to blow our cover. I could already imagine
what Old Man Tucket from across the street was thinking with Cristos barging into my house!
“Chip, don’t you think you’re overreacting? Maybe it was someone doing some early morning jogging…
a neighbor of mine. Just check the CCTV footage around the neighborhood before you make me die of
a heart attack,” I said before standing up from my hiding ce. I headed to the kitchen, turned the
lights on and began preparing to make us some coffee. This sort of paranoia was just absurd.
“Virtue, I said, get down!” Cristos hissed. “Most of your neighbors are elderly people and can’t move as
fast as the person I saw a while ago.”
“Noah can, his mother’s nurse can and oh… Old Man Tucket’s grandson can, I enumerated all of my
young and capable neighbors from the top of my head. “All the windows in this house is made of
security ss and I doubt if a person in a track suit can hide a high. powered weapon under his jacket.
The sun is already rising and usually Old Man Tucket is up before dawn watching the neighborhood
through his windows. That someone disappeared because he or she might get caught.”
“But Pete-”
“But Pete wants me delivered to him on the day of the Spring Formal, so no, Chip, he won’t hurt me,” I
argued. “Check the CCTV footage for a clearer view of whoever was here while I
make us some coffee.”
“Fine!” Cristos quickly stood up from his crouching position and fixed his coat, looking more.
irritated at himself than at me.
He grabbed hisptop bag on top of his carry-on, sat down at my dining table and began working his
magic. In a matter of minutes, he was muttering something under his breath.
After t
the coffee was done, I poured us each a cup and went to him to serve him his coffee. I peeked through
the cr ack of my curtains to check if anyone was snooping before I sat down
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beside him. I quietly began sipping my coffee, patiently waiting for him to speak.
“Seems you were right,” Cristos eventually said after clicking through all the footage from all the CCTV
cameras they had ced in my neighborhood. “The person in the footage wasn’t
here for you.
I heaved a small sigh of relief and leaned back on my chair, stretching my neck muscles to rx.
Honestly, after yesterday’s.n ote courier fiasco, I’ve been on edge. Cristos barging in on me like this at
six in the morning only fueled my anxiety.
I decided to find something for us to cat. Food was alwaysforting. I stood up and walked to my
refrigerator to grab the box of croissants brought home with me. I ced them all in the toaster oven
and took out tes and utensils.
“How can you tell that person wasn’t here for me?” I asked, hoping he had an exnation.
“The person was scoping one particr house. Noah’s, Cristos said. That was unexpected. I’m sorry if
I scared the bejeezus out of you so early in the morning, but since Pete has been sending people to
scare us, you can’t me me.”
“Can you tell if that person is a woman?” I asked. Cristos looked at me puzzled. “I remember Nicole
mentioning she saw someone at Noah’s office. If it weren’t for the person’s long ck hair, Nicole
wouldn’t have known it was a woman.”
Cristos nodded his head at the possibility and began clicking away on hisptop.
“I can’t see the person’s face or hair because of the hood of the track suit, but the sneakers. are most
probably a girl’s,” he said, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “The
sneakers are definitely smaller in size including the hands… the person’s hands are dainty. It’s highly
possible it’s a girl.”
“Well, I can always go next door and ask Old Man Tucket if he saw anything, but he might get
suspicious,” I said, cing the warm croissants on a te. I walked back to the dining table with the
te in my hand and a couple of forks in another. “Noah, I believe, has a stalker.” Cristos nodded his
head in agreement.
“I won’t be surprised if this person turns up to be Sarah Hughes or any of the women who went to high
school with you guys,” Cristos said before biting into a croissant.
“Why do you say that?” I asked while covering my full mouth with my hand.
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at him wide-eyed and surprised, not believing what I had just heard. I had always thought. Nicole
disliked Noah when we were kids. She wouldugh at his old Ford pickup truck when it came ch ugging
into the school parking lot and make snidements at Noah when he would join their group before
ss started.
“I find that hard to believe,” I mumbled.
“That’s not all. Nicole was crying her eyes outst night when Noah left her toe back to New
Salem. She looked so pathetic. Her mascara was all over her face,” Cristos said, smirking. He raised
his cup of coffee to his lips and took a sip, then raised his finger like he forgot to tell me something.
“Mmmm, I almost forgot… The biggest surprise was seeing Noah in a Armani suit and wearing
expensive jewelry.”
“What?!” I eximed, almost choking on my croissant. He pointed his fork at me.
“I had that same reaction,” he said. “And get this, he even bought more stuff at Giorgio Armani, Dolce
and Gabbana, Bloomingdale’s, and Nordstrom. He even bought some jewelry. from Harry Winston.”
“Oh wow,” I said. “But if he has money to spend, why doesn’t he just buy a new truck
instead?”
“I have no idea. I assume he doesn’t want people to know he has money,” Cristos answered.
“I doubt if the money is from his business. If he’s doing jobs with Nicole, the money is most likely from
smuggling meth across state lines.”
“So I’m guessing you guys talked about Joy,” I said, going back to what he had mentioned earlier about
Nicole following Noah after I had left. “What did they say?”
“The topic on Joy kind of slipped when I asked why Noah wasn’t friends with them in grade
school. Dan answered Noah had this stutter that only Joy could understand. I asked who she was and
that’s when the conversation took an ugly turn. Nicole went on to exin Joy was
the town’s wh o re who slept with everyone. Noah, I can tell you, didn’t like that. Not… one…..
bit.”
“Noah finally grew a pair of balls, huh?” I said. Cristosughed.
“He actually did. Noah said and I quote, “Joy was my bestfriend, Chip, and she never lied.” And he also
pointed out that s hit could disappear with the right connections,” Cristos answered. “But there was
something off. Noah was different. He was assertive, calcting even frightening, not the usual
charming Noah we know who’s a pushover. He made Dan and Nicole fidget ufortably in their
seats. I’ve never seen that side of him…” Cristos’s voice
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trailed away. “Unfortunately, he also told me to sway your decision. You have decided… yes?”
“I have,” I said, chewing on my croissant. “I’m going to say yes.” He smiled brightly.
“Who convinced you?” Cristos asked.
“Bo,” I answered. “I’ve been waiting for Noah to show up on my doorstep, but I guess I wasn’t thePublished by N?v''elD/rama.Org.
reason why he came home so soon in the first ce. Actually, I don’t even know if he’s next door. I got
home sote. Lou installed my security system at the shop yesterday and brought Dina.”
“Ah. She’s finally here. Oh, thank G od. I’ll have her shadow X from now on. I am such an idiot for not
getting her toe sooner. If I had-”
Cristos stopped mid-sentence hearing the unexpected chime of the doorbell. He clicked on hisptop
to ess the CCTV feed.
y went into
“It’s Noah!” He mouthed. He closed hisptop, picked up his luggage and quickly my den, closing the
door quietly behind him.
I looked down at myself to find my nipples peaking through the flimsy cloth of my silk camisole. I quickly
moved my long hair to the front of my body, fluffing it so I wasn’t exposed.
I inhaled deeply before opening the door.
Here we go….
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