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Quickly putting her groceries away, she grabbed her jacket and made her way downstairs again. They still hadn’t fixed the elevator and she didn't think they were going to fix it anytime soon. It wasn't on their priority list, and she couldn't blame them. There were several other things in this apartment complex that needed to be done first.
The security was crap. She had been told when she first moved in that the cameras didn't really work and she shouldn't expect them to for a while.
It was a red flag for her, but this had been the only place she could afford at this point. She was hoping they would get a raise or something soon and she could maybe start looking into a different place to live.
It was getting closer and closer to Christmas, and she hoped they would have news on if they were getting a Christmas bonus or a raise this year. Storm had no clue if they did that or not, but she was hoping and praying they did because she needed it.
She knew she could just not send money to her parents, but the guilt would eat her alive. When she first started working and living alone, she told herself that each month she was going to send a certain amount of money to them to repay them for what they had done for her.
Storm had lied to her parents and told them she was getting paid a lot and had extra money to give them. She needed this guilt gone and knew the only way was to send them a certain amount each month.
She knew that by this time, she had already repaid her parents everything they had spent on her. Fifteen years had passed since she’d started to repay them. That didn’t mean the guilt was gone so she kept giving them money.
Getting into her car, she buckled herself up and looked around, feeling the person's eyes on her again but not seeing anybody. Could they be in the shadows? Why?
She quickly pulled out of her parking spot and started the drive to the bookstore. Thankfully, she didn't have to be in a huge rush because there was always a parking spot for employees. It was behind the store, but it was better than nothing.
The store was always busy, and she saw many people who talked about having to park a block away because all the parking spots were taken.
Pulling into her parking spot, Storm turned off her car and got out before making her way to the back of the store. She put her things away and clocked in before she walked to the front. She felt those eyes on her again and turned around, looking to see if anybody else was in the store.
“Storm!” her boss said. “Someone was here looking for you. She had blonde hair and green eyes. About six foot three.”
She stared at her boss for a couple seconds, trying to rack her brain on anyone she knew who looked like that.
“I don't know anyone like that,” she responded.
“Well, I didn't think you did. She didn't look like she was a good person, so I told her you weren't here because you weren't and that you weren't coming in today, either.”
A sigh of relief fell from her mouth. But she still felt eyes on her and she couldn't figure out where they were coming from.
“Well, during your shift you're going to make sure things are placed where they need to be. If you need anything, you know where I am, but I highly doubt you will because you're such a great employee,” her boss said before she walked off.
Storm looked out the front windows of the store and saw somebody standing across the street, staring at her. The man was wearing a baseball cap, jeans, and a long sleeve blue shirt.
Her arm hairs stood up as she continued to stare at the man. She had no clue who he was or why he was staring at her.
Not wanting to feel him stare at her any longer, she walked between some bookshelves and took a deep breath in.
Maybe she should tell somebody about this. She had felt like somebody was staring at her all day and it didn't seem like it was going away. And now she had seen the person possibly following her.
Should she tell Miles? It seemed like he could take care of himself if any danger came his way, but he had said he didn't want anything to do with her, so he was out of the question.
And so were the authorities.
Who was she going to tell then?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
STORM
The following day didn't get any better. If anything, it got worse. The only time she didn't feel like she was being watched was when she was in her apartment, and even then she was still paranoid.
Storm had closed all her curtains and windows, anything that somebody could look through, but that didn't seem to be enough. She felt like her skin was crawling all the time and her hairs were sticking up like somebody was staring at her twenty-four seven.
Even at work, she felt like somebody was staring at her all the time. She looked around constantly, trying to find that person again but she never could. Storm had even asked one of her co-workers if somebody stood out to them, but they had said no.
It was driving her insane and making her exhausted. She felt like she always had to be on alert and checking her surroundings. She didn't want to not be alert one time and have something happen.
