Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0362

Abby

After I hang up the phone with Karl, I finally slip off to sleep, feeling more relaxed now than I have in days. I fall into a pleasant slumber, one that's deep and uninterrupted by the lights and sounds coming from outside.

But then it happens.

The sound of glass shattering suddenly wakes me from my sleep. I jolt upright in bed, my heart pounding. That was real; I'm sure of it.

Quietly, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and reach for my phone with one hand and the baseball bat I keep behind the nightstand with the other. With the baseball bat raised just in case, I tiptoe out of my bedroom.

The sound of the news reporter vans idling outside is louder now, with no shield from the window. I furrow my brow, my heart pounding as I slowly and silently tiptoe down the hall and round the corner where the sound came from.

And then I see it.

What I see freezes me in my tracks, my fear momentarily replaced by shock. The back window of my living room, facing the alleyway behind my apartment, has shattered. And below the window, laying on my carpet amidst the mess of shattered glass, is a red brick.

"Hello?" I call out in a shaky voice. Of course, there's no answer. But I'm certain I'm alone. My house is quiet now, aside from the glass shattering just a few moments ago.

Carefully, I tiptoe over to the mess and peer out the window. There's no one there, and I allow myself to relax just a little. I bend down and pick up the brick, flipping it over in my hand to see a piece of paper taped to it.

And on the paper is a handwritten message.

"ABBY IS A LYING WHORE!"

My hands tremble as I read the awful words. Who would have written something like this? And why throw the brick through the window? I knew that people would be angry, but I didn't think that anyone would go this far; and certainly not with a police car sitting right outside.

Speaking of the police officer...

Cursing under my breath, I put the brick back on the floor and approach the door. I pull the slats of the blinds apart to peer out, and just as I suspected, he’s still sleeping. His head is still lolled back on his seat, his mouth open.

“Dammit,” I hiss. Without a second thought this time, I fling the door open and rush outside in my bare feet and pajamas.

I rush up to the car, my baseball bat still in hand, and take a moment to look down at the sleeping officer. The sounds of his snores emanate through the window, and it only makes me even more angry.

Rage surges inside of me, and I slam my palm against the glass. Startled, the officer jerks awake, his eyes widening as he meets my furious gaze.

I grip the baseball bat tightly, ready to confront him for his failure to protect me. “Wake up!” I shout, my brows knit together with frustration. “And get out here!”

The officer, his eyes wide, slowly cracks the window. “Ma’am—" he begins, reaching for the gun on his belt, but I interrupt him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!” I hiss, my voice quivering with anger. “While you were sleeping on the job, someone threw a damn brick through my window!”

The officer's eyes widen even further. I step back, allowing him to swing his door open and step out. “A brick?” he asks.

I nod. “See for yourself.”

Without another word, I lead the officer up to my back door, where I let him in and point at the mess beneath my window. “You see this?” I growl. “Right in front of your face, and you were too busy dozing off to see it!"

For a few moments, the officer just stares down at the mess with a red face. He fumbles for his words, guilt and embarrassment evident in his eyes. “I... I'm sorry, ma'am,” he stammers. “I didn't see anything.”

“Yeah, to hell you didn't,” I berate him. “I'm lucky it was just a fucking brick.”

His face goes a little more red, and he runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “Okay, um... Let me check my dash cam footage. The perpetrator was likely caught on there.”

"Oh, you'll do more than just check your dash cam footage,” I snarl, still too angry and frustrated to let it go. “I want a new officer sent here to replace you immediately.”

The officer nods. “I understand, ma'am. I'll take care of it. I apologize for this lapse in security.” Turning on his heel, he heads back to his patrol car to radio for backup. As I watch him go, a mixture of anger and fear churns inside me.

The violation of my home, the hateful message left behind—it's all too much to bear. The baseball bat slips from my hand and falls onto the floor, and it's all I can do to not sob outwardly right here and now.

Once the officer finishes his call a few minutes later, he returns to me. “Backup is on the way,” he says, his tone more composed now. “We'll investigate this thoroughly, and I promise we'll do everything we can to find the person responsible.”

I nod, still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through my veins, although I feel a little less angry right now. “Thank you,” I reply, my voice slightly softer. “Just... please make sure this doesn't happen again.”

He gives me a reassuring nod before heading back to his car to await the arrival of his replacement. Left alone in the dimly lit living room, I sink down onto the couch, the brick glaring at me from its spot on the floor.

As I sit there, the events of the night replay in my mind, and I can’t help but think about Karl's proposition once more.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to leave the city for a while. After all, the sense of vulnerability I now feel in my own home, the fear that someone could come back and wreak more havoc, makes the idea of leaving the city seem more appealing by the minute. But the prospect of getting in the way of Karl's election still weighs heavily on my mind. If it gets out that I went to stay with him, it could just make things worse for him. The last thing he needs is reporters showing up to his house, or even losing potential votes because of me.

And yet, I can't help but wonder if it's simply too unsafe here.

Between the reporters swarming out front like sharks in a feeding frenzy, negligent police officers, and now people throwing literal bricks through my windows, I feel like I'm just awaiting disaster here; like a sitting duck, unaware of the alligator lurking beneath the surface.

My phone glares at me from the coffee table, and suddenly, it feels all too tempting to call Karl and tell him that I've changed my mind.

Sᴇarch the FindNovel.net website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.