Chapter Thirteen

A few weeks had passed since the "incident". Me and Catherine were still the same. No closer, no further. I guess our relationship was pretty much based on sex. She seemed to thrive on my fear. She said it made the sex great. I didn't completely understand it. Everytime I would get a threat, I'd freak and she'd attack me. I mean yeah..the sex WAS great but stil...kinda odd..but oh well. She gave incredible blow jobs so I wasn't about to argue.
In the mornings she'd make me breakfast, then we'd fuck.
In the afternoons she'd make me lunch, then we'd fuck. We'd shower...and fuck..
Then we'd have our sessions.. I hated those. She always asked bout the dreams I had or nightmares. She'd try to dig deep, into parts of me I didn't share with anyone.
Then we'd fuck.
It was a great relationship I'd say.
I was still getting threats and letters and the cops were still useless.
All the notes I recieved consisted of the voice telling me they loved me and that I shouldn't be scared cuz I was now home. And she was home. What a fucking lunatic.
After a month it seemed like they had stopped all together. No notes...no threats..no calls..nothing. I was even thinking I could actually "live" again. All until the one night...
I was sitting on the couch with Catherine when she had heard a scratching noise. I didn't hear it..but I got up to investigate anyways..
I got out on the balcony and the next thing I know Catherine's gone. But no one saw her leave. For days...she was gone. No sign of anything.
I got terrified and incredibly worried.
I had never really felt much for Catherine...but when she dissapeared I realized...I was falling for her. For almost a week, we searched night and day...well the cops searched..I was hovered over even more. All I could do was blame myself. Ofcourse the voice had gone after Catherine. It had warned me. Wasn't happy that I was with Catherine..so decided to stop it themselves..
I just hope they hadn't done anything else..