My First Love

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  • Publiceret: 11 aug. 2018
  • Opdateret: 21 mar. 2019
  • Status: Igang
Kelsie Rogers, a sweet caring girl. Meets a man by the name of Dylan King. A kind and loving guy. But one thing Kelsie doesn't realize is Dylan, is a stone cold blooded serial killer. What happens when this stranger kidnaps Kelsie? Will she fall for him? Or live a treacherous life?


1. Chapter One

I flipped the T.V. on and turned the volume up.

"Dylan King. A 22 year old man. Is wanted for cold blooded murder. On Sunday, July 29 2018, he was sighted in The Newgate Mall in Ogden Utah. He was armed with a pistol, he shot and killed 3. And harmed ten others. He is wanted in four states and one country. He was last seen wearing grey joggers, a black leather jacket, and a white t-shirt. He has short black hair, grey eyes, and he is 6'5" in height. If you have any information please contact us at 1-800-292-5500. Thank you."

I looked at the clock and turned the T.V. off. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I then opened the dishwasher, and started washing a bowl. I didn't get very far. Because my phone beeped signaling a notification. I turned the tap off and grabbed a clean towel from in the drawer.

I reached into my pants pocket and grabbed my phone. I unlocked the screen by putting in my four digit pin. 1955. I pulled down the bar from the top of the screen, and clicked on the notification. I waited as it redirected me to the desired page. Once it did I clicked on follow requests. 'Dylan King has requested to follow you. Accept or Decline?' I pushed accept and placed my phone onto the counter. I began doing the dishes once again. I had only washed a couple forks and spoons when my phone buzzed once again.

I repeated the whole process and waited for the page to load. 'Dylan King has messaged you'. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Well that was fast.

'Hello' I read.

'Do I know you?'


"Oh well how does that help? You've gotta give me details on how we know each other." I said getting slightly frustrated.

'From where may I ask?'

'Don't you remember? At the store, five years ago. You couldn't find your mother. And I popped in for a visit. Other than that I'm pretty sure you know who I am from watching the news.'

I immediately froze. My heart started pounding harder and harder. My knees got weaker and weaker. Causing me to grab onto the counter top to stop me from collapsing. The memory suddenly came rushing back. The one I tried so hard to forget. The one that haunted my dreams for weeks upon weeks. It's him.

'Yes, I remember you. I was paranoid for weeks after that. Thanks a lot.' I reply with shaky hands. 

'No need to be scared Kelsie. I won't hurt you. That is until you act up.' 

"What in the world is he talking about? He's insane!" I mutter to myself.

'What do you mean by act up?'

'Now, that is for me to know, and for you to find out.'

A shiver ran up my spine. Causing my body to shake. My heart quickened it's pace. If that was even possible at that point. I glanced around making sure all the blinds were closed and the curtains drawn.

'Oh princess. Are you scared? It's okay I will protect you.'

'Are you watching me?'

'Of course I am. You're mine. You're my addiction. I'm always watching. I've got to fulfill my needs. But when I have you to myself. I won't have to watch you 24/7.'

My eyes went wide as soon as I read the message. 

"He's watching me..." I say quietly. So quiet i could barley hear it. A cold sweat breaks on my forehead. 

'You're a freak. Leave me alone, or I'll call the police.'

'Sweetheart, darling. You might want to re-think that. If you so called call the police. Then you'll wish you were never even born.'

My eyes immediately go wide. Sweat starts to trickle down the side of my face. My body tenses then relaxes, then tenses again. 

"Come on Kelsie, don't let this get to you. It's not real." I say squeezing my eyes shut as if to wake up as if it were a dream. 

 I left the dishes as they were, and walked down the hallway to my bedroom. I think a bath would help calm my body. Before i walked into the bathroom. I walked over to my body sized windows locked them, pulled the blinds down, and pulled the curtains. I then walked over to my door leading outside. Making sure it was secure, then locking it, and closing the blinds. 

I then walked into my bathroom. I let out a heavy sigh. I set my phone on the counter and reached over to the faucet, turning it to warm. I slowly and wearily undressed myself. Reaching to the ground i grabbed my dirty clothes and threw them into the laundry basket next to the bath. I stepped into the bath. Then slowly submerged myself into the warm relaxing water. I immediately feel different. Calmer, less tense.  

But then i got to thinking. Why me? Out of anyone why did he choose me?  How does he know where I live?

"Ugh, this doesn't make sense!" I yell smacking my hand palm down into the water. Immediately sending water flinging everywhere. 

The water it me in the face, causing me to groan. 

"Stupid water.." I mumble under my breath.

I finish my bath, and dried off. I walk into my room in only a towel. On edge i grip the towel harder to make sure it won't fall or show anything. I look around, glancing from my closet, to the door, to the bed. Making sure no one was in there. I walk over to my dresser. And pulled out some underwear, a blue t-shirt, and some black volleyball shorts. I drop my towel, and dress myself. 

Once done, i pick up my towel and walk back into the bathroom to hang it up on the rack. After I hung up the towel I grabbed my phone off of the counter. Walked to the side of my bed, and plugged it into the charger. I pulled my duvet back and crawled into my bed. Pulling the blanket up and over my body.I position myself into a comfortable position, and with that i'm out like a light.

"Darling, wake up. You gotta wake up." 

"It's time to get up."

"I'm coming for you." 

I moan, stretching a little. I slowly open my eyes. I lazily look around. I'm immediately hit with fear. I crawl my way out of bed. The wall.. it's covered in blood. My heart beats faster than ever before. I look the wall up and then down. Finally resting my eyes on the middle of the wall. Where there was writing. 

I drag my eyes over the writing. 'I'm coming', i read. My breathing gets jagged. Ringing starts in my ears. Getting louder and louder. So loud i can't hear my own breathing. I slowly walk up to the wall. I bring my hand up to it, touching it then rubbing it between my two fingers. 
"It-It's blood..." I whisper to myself. Suddenly losing my voice. 
I noticed something. A small cut on my wrist. I gasp.  
"Where did this come from?" I ask myself, the ringing still in my ears.
I slowly reach my left hand up to my right wrist. I touch it. I immediately wince in pain. I suck in a deep breath through my teeth. 
I immediately stop dead in my tracks. Someone was here...while i was sleeping. They harmed me..
"Dylan..." I say with a cold voice. 
It's him. I heard his voice. It had to have been him. I walk over to the side of my bed, and grab my phone. I dial 911. 

"Hello, what's the emergency." 

"Yeah, h-hello? This guy broke into my house and harmed me. Th-there is blood all over the wall. Please send help." 

"Okay, hun, you need to calm -..."

I receive a notification. Drawing  my attention from the speaker. 

'You shouldn't have done that.' I read, my breathing gets heavier by the minute. 

My vision starts to blur. A warm liquid runs down my face. Tears. My vision is blurred. The light starts to fade, darkness replacing where the light had once been. My knees go weak, and with that, i drop like a rock.

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