Paranoia
Sophia Anderson
Beverly Hills
Los Angeles
I'm being watched.
I could feel it.
Eyes crawling over my skin, on the side of my face, on the back of my head, its been happening since we'd left the hospital. But every time I looked around or twist in my seat – with my mother looking on like I've lost my mind - there was nothing out of the ordinary just a few fancy cars on the highway and a moving large moving truck.
No black SUV's or suspicious looking tinted window or creeps watching us though black sunglasses.
I was being paranoid. But even though I knew that I could not shake the feeling of being watched.
Did those men from my apartment find- I squashed the very thought. I will not live in fear of them or Lucifer's demented doctor and creepy psychotic friend. I could do this on my own.
And I was probably just being overly sensitive concerning where we were heading and all the eyes I knew were waiting for me at this so called charity event.
Calm the hell down Sophia, this isn't the dark ages no one is going to stone you to death for having a baby out of wedlock. I tell myself breathing deeply through the mild panic.
Except for these crazy cult strangers who broke into my house saying things like spawn of Satan and tried to murder me and my unborn child.
Holy shit!
Maybe, I need to contact the police find out if they have anything more on those beautiful terrifying men who broke in and tried to kill me.
Choosing to focus on what I could do right now I pull out my phone and text one of the detectives close to my law firm.
I might be on leave but I would not relax any time soon stressing about all the shit – home invasion, attempted murder, the assault of my best friend, Lucifer's attempted forced abortion, my mother – I've to deal since I found out I was pregnant.
My life has become a total shit show, with danger lurking at every turn.
I am seriously starting to feel like God was having a laugh at my expense.
And once He stopped I feared I'd be to dead, to live to regret some of my less then stellar life choices.