My Possessive Alien Zolk

Chapter 2 🌘 One Day Before

Abigail's pov.

Well, I have finally finished my exams. Thank God! It's been weeks and weeks of endless studying and research. I'm so fucken tried.

A notification pings on my phone. Everything I do or have to do is set up on my phone's calendar. I'm a busy college woman now and who the hell still has calendars at my age at least.

I click my screen on I don't remember anything special requiring my attention but I've been busting ass lately who the hell knows. My heart drops when I see the date.

My heart starts beating erratically. Breathing hitched. Tomorrow is the day he said he would come back for me. I know back then I said by now that I would think of it as nothing but a dream but I never have.

Something about his warning had haunted me for the last three years. I remember going as far as having my mom give me some money that day so I could get ice cream but instead, I got the morning after pill.

I mean can you honestly blame me I was seventeen? I was not taking any chances. I'm always looking over my shoulder now. I don't walk anymore. Would you? I feel like someone's watching me everywhere I go. I can't escape the feeling. You know when the hairs on the back of your neck stick up when you're scared or think someone creepy is looking at you that's my everyday battles.

I thought about seeking help I really did. This shits not normal. I feel like a crazy schizophrenic! I did have to be put on sleeping pills. I couldn't sleep I literally have nightmares about that nightmare. It still feels so surreal!

Imagine thinking while your showering you're being watched or while you pee or poop. Even while you change clothes or eat. I'm never gonna be right again! I slam my phone down on my desk by my laptop. Breathe Abigail breathe. I'm always doing these breathing techniques now too.

All my life was normal up until that dream. Now I'm a shallow person living within a shell of her once-happy existence. I'd like to think it would be over one day but the nagging feeling in my brain had been waiting for the day he said he would come back for me. That I was his now.

Like I get hit on by dudes all the time I'm not ugly. I don't consider my self a ten either but that's beside my point. I live in fear every day. I feel like someone watches my every move. I'll be getting to know a guy and we will hit it off and flirt and laugh then that memory pops up and ruins everything. Like it knows when to slam into my brain and remind me of the outcomes of my decisions being probably more than I wish for.

I'd love to just believe it's all in my head trust me my life would be so much better for it. It's impossible though. A lot of things about that memory have faded barely even recognizable. His face is barely recognizable. It's all a blur now like a dream. The fear is real though.

His warning is clear spoken in my head anytime I need reminding It repeats it's self in his deep voice only once every time but I don't need to be told twice. Fuck me maybe I am crazy! Tomorrow I'll know if I'm mentally ill or if it was never just in my head but real as steel.

Who forgets waking in a metal cage? Who forgets their first time? Who forgets if it's stolen from you? Who forgets a force lifting you and taking off your clothes without a single finger touching you? He had a jagged dick for pep's sake! I'll never forget those eyes! Never!

Besides the fact, he took me without my consent he didn't touch me. Weird hua? He kept his body from touching mine he didn't pleasure me or touch my breast or rub my body with his hands. I'm not saying I wanted him too! It's just unheard of in an unconsented situation.

Im hoping I'll never know to be honest. I'd rather be a looney. I would rather be in a padded room then taken by a man who has no emotions any feelings possibly no heart as well. There's no telling what he would put me under.