Thread: He's Back [Potter-Kun x Limerence]

It felt like he had just dropped her to the ground like she was some sort of rag-doll. He had been stalking her for years and even snatched her from her home only to say she was welcomed to leave. It was shocking to her and totally unexpected. He wasn't like the stalkers in the movies who wouldn't let their subject of affection go and doted on them, he was the opposite. He was calm and was willing to let her leave he had already lost interest in her. Kaname took the card that had lightly landed on the table next to her, her delicate fingers holding the card. It had an address and a woman's name written on it, in what she assumed to be in her captor's handwriting. She looked up at him, jade eyes both uncertain and apprehensive. She didn't speak as she stuffed the card in her back pocket and stood straight, trying to regain her limbs so she could walk out. Kaname looked out the window of the loft, seeing that the skies had gone dark and the New York City skyline was illuminated with bright artificial lights. She then looked towards the clock above the television, seeing that it was only 10 pm. It felt like she had been here forever. Fine, I'll go see. Don't expect me to come back here, because I won't, She told him stiffly. She tried reassuring herself that Matthew isn't capable of cheating on her as he had promised that he would never do such a thing, especially since she had made a pact with him that she would give her virginity to him. As much as she believed that Matthew was being falsely accused of a heinous action, there was something inside of her that was telling her that her abductor was being honest with the images she'd been presented. The noirette walked towards the door and gave him another glance, a silent sigh escaping her lips. Goodbye, She murmured, presuming that those would be her last words to her awfully calm abductor. She opened it and walked outside to the chilly atmosphere of New York City, shivers running up her spine. Kaname had no idea what sight was awaiting her at the penned address on the card. She had walked to the end of the street and hailed a taxi, giving him the address that her stalker had given her. Kaname had been nibbling on her lower lip, a heavy feeling of nervousness weighing down her stomach. The drive took around 15 minutes before they had driven into a quiet neighborhood, a few shadowy figures walking around. Kaname had asked the taxi driver to wait, promising that she wouldn't take too long to come back, and he agreed to wait. With her heart in her throat, the girl began to walk towards the front door of the house. She noticed that in the driveway was a black truck that was eerily similar to the one that Matthew owned. Kaname couldn't help but feel queasy but she pressed on. Instead of knocking on the door and confronting whoever answered, Kaname decided to text Matthew. She patted her back pocket to see if it was there, and to her luck it was. She took it out and began tapping away, constructing a simple message. Kaname hey baby. go outside, i have a surprise for you. Matthew i'm not home right now. i'll be there soon. Kaname i knooow. but still, there's a present for you. just go outside! Matthew okay??? Kaname waited impatiently, biting down on her lip harshly. She prayed that no one would come outside of that house. From the corner of her eye, she saw two silhouettes from from the other side of the curtains in the window. There was the sound of a door unlocking that startled Kaname. The door opened achingly slow and an male stepped out. It was Matthew, and right behind him was a pretty, svelte blonde woman who was right on his tail like a puppy. He saw her and his eyes immediately widened, his tanned skin going pale underneath the shadow of the night. Kaname? His deep voice was shocked and confused, he wasn't expecting to find her here. Kaname's light jade eyes glossed over, tears stinging her eyes. What are you doing here? He asked as he began to walk towards her, but she simply walked backwards. No, get away you fucking bastard. God, I didn't want to believe this. He was right, and I was stupid enough to keep thinking that you were innocent, Kaname said, her voice beginning to break down. She felt dumb for convincing herself that the images her stalker had shown her were fakes, but they were in fact authentic images of Matthew cheating. Kaname! What are you talking about! Hey, come back! We have to talk about this! He yelled and followed her as Kaname began to walk back to her taxi. Go back to your bitch, Matthew. I want your shit out of my place by tomorrow night, Those were the only words that she said to him before getting inside of the taxi and told him to drive off, which he obeyed. She was breathing heavily and she began to whimper, her throat tightening painfully as she tried to hold in her cries. It hurt. It hurt her so bad. Those pictures were totally true. Matthew in such intimate situations with all those other women traumatized her. Kaname didn't know what to do or where go to at this point. She didn't feel like going home. There was a feeling inside of her that made her want to go see her stalker, but she had already told him that she didn't intend on seeing him ever again. If she did, it would essentially be giving him the satisfaction of proving himself right. Kaname didn't want to lose her pride, but with the taxi driver's question on where to go, Kaname was forced to pick a choice. Just... just take me to where you picked me up from, She had swallowed her pride. Throughout the entire ride, Kaname's phone wouldn't stop vibrating with texts that she knew were from her now ex-boyfriend. She refused to read them and kept looking out the window in silence. The taxi approached a familiar corner and the vehicle slowed to a stop. Thank you, Kaname muttered and she paid the driver before getting out of the yellow car. She bit down on her abused lip once more and began walking to the loft that she had been forcefully taken to, finding herself willingly going back. Taking a deep breath, Kaname tightly closed her eyes and balled up her hand before knocking on the door, not wanting to look at his smug face.