Chapter 2 Two

CLARA'S POV

"I've been watching you for a while now," the stalker, his voice a low, menacing purr. "You're a very interesting person, and I want to get to know you better."

"You're scaring me!" I screamed, my voice trembling. "Please, just leave me alone."

"Why would I do that?" he asked, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "I'm only interested in getting to know you better. Besides, my father is very powerful, and he would not be happy if I left you alone."

"What a lunatic." I muttered to myself.

I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew that he would be a dangerous guy, so I tried to walk away from him when he spoke again.

"How about we make a deal?" he asked, a strange glint in his eyes. "Be my girlfriend, and I'll leave you alone. Refuse, and I will use my father's wealth to make your life a living hell."

I was shocked by his audacity. I had never been so scared in my life. I didn't know how to handle the situation. But I knew that I couldn't let him get his way. I gathered up all of my courage, and I looked him in the eyes.

"I would rather die than be your girlfriend," I replied, my voice shaking but determined.

His face twisted in rage, and he slapped me hard across the face. I felt the sting of his hand, and I tasted blood in my mouth. I stumbled backwards, feeling dazed and disoriented.

"You'll pay for that," he assured, his eyes flashing with fury. "I'll be back, and next time I won't be so nice." He threatened.

I watched him walk away, my heart beating fastly in my chest. I was shaking, but I knew that I had done the right thing. I had stood up for myself, and I had refused to be intimidated. But I knew that I was in danger, I knew that he might not end it here and try to come back for me like he said.

I was still reeling from the shock of being slapped, but I tried to shake off the feeling. I wasn't going to let him get to me. He was nothing but a bully, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared.

I forced myself to walk home, refusing to let my fear take over. I knew that I had done the right thing, and I was proud of myself for standing up for myself. I just hoped that I hadn't made a mistake by angering him.

As I walked, I tried to put the incident out of my mind. I knew that I had to look happy before my mum when I got home.

As I walked, my stomach started to growl, and I realized that I was starving and I hadn't eaten anything. I decided to stop at a food shop to get something to eat. I ordered a sandwich and a drink, and I sat down to eat. I ate to my satisfaction and I was full, so I paid for my meal.

I finished and hurriedly headed back home. I knew that my mum would be fine without me, and I was ready to get home and relax. I walked slowly, enjoying the cool evening air. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and orange.

I thought about everything that had happened that day, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I was glad that I had stood up for myself, and I knew that I had done the right thing. I was ready to put the incident behind me and move on with my life.

I got home and opened the front door, revealing my uncle sitting on a couch reading the papers.

"Hi, uncle!" I said, entering the house. "How are you doing?"

"Hi, sweetie," my uncle replied, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. "I'm doing well, and it's great to see you. Where's your mom?"

"Is she not back yet?" I asked.

"She is not back yet, I thought that she would be with you. She has not come this late before."

"I'm not sure," I replied, feeling a little concerned. "She's usually home by now."

My uncle put down his newspaper and stood up. "Let's not worry just yet," he said, in a reassuring tone. "She could just be running late."

I was feeling exhausted from the day's events, so I decided to take a quick shower and get ready for bed. I took my time, enjoying the warm water and the solitude. As I washed my hair, I tried to clear my mind of all the stress and worry. I was finally starting to feel a sense of calm and relaxation.

When I was done, I put on my pajamas and went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I sat down at the kitchen table, sipping my tea and letting the quiet comfort me. I looked around the room, feeling grateful for my cozy home.

Just as I was settling into my peaceful moment, my uncle walked into the kitchen. He smiled at me, but something about his smile seemed off. He came over and sat down next to me.

"Hey there, sweetie," he leaned in a little too close for comfort. "What are you up to?"

I shifted in my seat, trying to create some space between us. "Just having some tea," I replied, keeping my tone polite but firm. "Is everything okay?"

"How about you make me a quick dinner, you could try some eggs and brew me my favorite tea." He requested.

I couldn't believe my ears, I had been working since morning and I just came back feeling exhausted and what? He wanted me to prepare dinner for him?

"Lazy asshole, you cannot even fry eggs for yourself." I cursed in my mind.

I decided to be a good niece and I prepared it for him. I was done with the egg and I was brewing the tea but I felt so uncomfortable with the way he kept looking at me like he wanted to eat me up.

After he finished eating, I went to do the dishes and he suddenly came and hugged me from my back.

I was totally shocked.

"I'll go straight to the point, I want to fuck you." He whispered in my ear. Before I could think of what to do next, he lifted me off my feet and took me into my room. I tried struggling but I totally felt defenseless.

He threw me on his bed like I was some object.

"You would be fine as long as you don't try to struggle, now pull off your clothes." He ordered.

I was hesitant and he undressed me by himself. "You have to comply if you don't want to be hurt and you dare not tell your mother about this."

He started kissing me, his hands caressing my firm breast. He also undressed and I was curious about what he will do next. Does my uncle really want to penetrate me?