javytaxime14 Javiera Hidalgo

Jake's life takes a dark turn after he breaks up with Kara, a woman whose calm demeanor hides a volatile nature. As he attempts to move on, Kara's obsession spirals out of control, leading her to stalk him relentlessly. Struggling to escape her grasp, Jake finds himself caught in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Tension builds as he confronts Kara's fury, forcing him to confront the lengths she will go to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers. As the stakes rise, Jake must find a way to protect himself and reclaim his freedom before it’s too late.


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Shadows Of Her Grip

I sat at the bar, nursing a beer and staring at the flickering TV screen, but it was hard to focus on anything. The city hummed around me, a soft buzz that felt like it was coming from another world. Shifting on the stool, I tried to shake off the tightness in my muscles, the way they clenched at the thought of Kara. It had been two weeks since the breakup, and I thought I’d feel free, but my stomach twisted as if it didn’t agree.


Kara had always been so put together, her composure a shield. But the night I told her it was over, I saw something crack behind her calm facade. It wasn’t just heartbreak; it was raw, seething anger. I could still picture her standing in the doorway of my apartment, trembling with fury, her jaw set tight, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface.


“I just think we need some space,” I had said, rubbing the back of my neck, my voice faltering under her piercing gaze.


Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” she had whispered, her tone sharp, like ice. “You’ll come back to me. You always will.”


Those words echoed in my mind as the bartender set another drink in front of me. The image of Kara's face, cold and composed, haunted me. I should have known breaking it off wouldn’t be easy.


Later that night, her first text buzzed on my phone, simple yet gut-wrenching: “I need you.”


Then came the calls. At first, I picked up, but the silence on the other end unnerved me. I stopped answering, but she didn’t stop. Voicemails flooded my inbox, some sweet, some laced with anger, threats disguised as concern.


I took another sip, glancing at my phone again. The same message from her, sent just an hour ago:


"You won’t ignore me forever."


My heart raced. I tried blocking her number, but she found ways through—new numbers, fake profiles. I even moved out of my apartment last week, crashing at a friend’s place, hoping to avoid her. But she found me. Twice now, I had stepped out of my friend’s building late at night to see her car idling at the curb, her silhouette barely visible through the dark windows. She hadn’t approached me yet, but the feeling of being watched made it hard to sleep.


My phone buzzed again.


Another message.


"You can’t escape me."


A chill ran through me as her words sank in. I needed to get out of the city, clear my head. But running felt like giving in, giving her power.


"Hey, man, you alright?" The bartender’s voice pulled me back. He watched me with concern.


"Yeah, just... dealing with some stuff," I managed, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.


He nodded sympathetically before turning to help another customer. I shoved my phone into my pocket. Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe she’d move on. She had to. I stood, drained my beer, and headed for the exit.


Outside, the cool air hit me, oddly soothing. I glanced at my watch—10:45 PM—and started walking back to Danny’s place. The streets felt different in the quiet night, each shadow stretching unnaturally.


As I turned onto a quieter street, my footsteps echoed, and the hairs on my neck prickled. I glanced over my shoulder. Nothing. I quickened my pace. A car engine purred softly behind me, barely audible but unmistakable. I didn’t want to look, but something forced my gaze back.


A black sedan crept down the street, headlights dimmed. My heart raced. I recognized that car. It was Kara’s.


“Shit,” I muttered, panic rising. I veered left into an alley, hoping she hadn’t seen me. But the car sped up, tires crunching on the asphalt.


I broke into a sprint. My breath quickened, pounding in my ears as I dodged trash cans and leaped over a crate. There was no time to think, only to run.


At the alley's end, I stumbled onto the street, pausing to catch my breath. For a moment, I thought I’d lost her. I peered back. No car. No sign of her.


Then I heard heels clicking on the pavement. Kara emerged from the alley, illuminated by a nearby streetlamp. She looked calm—too calm. Her eyes locked onto mine, an intensity that made my skin crawl.


"You think you can just leave me like that, Jake?" Her voice floated over the empty street. "We’re not done. We’ll never be done."


I felt frozen, like a deer in headlights. Every muscle screamed to run, but my legs refused to budge.


Kara stepped closer, her smile unsettling. "I told you. You’ll come back to me."


“Kara, this is crazy,” I finally managed, my voice shaky. "You need to stop. It’s over."


“It’s not over until I say it’s over,” she hissed, her calm veneer shattering. Another step closer, and I noticed something glinting in her hand—a small knife, its blade catching the light. My stomach dropped.


"I loved you, Jake," she whispered, her voice wavering between anger and desperation. "And you threw it away. You don’t get to decide when this ends."


I backed away, pulse racing in my throat. "Kara, put the knife down," I said, raising my hands. "You don’t want to do this."


Her expression softened for a moment, but it was fleeting. The anger surged back, sharper this time.


"I gave you everything," she spat. "And you just... walked away."


Then she lunged, the knife flashing through the air. I barely dodged, stumbling backward and crashing to the ground. Kara stood over me, breathing heavily, rage radiating from her.


“You don’t get to ignore me!” she screamed.


I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline kicking in. I darted into the nearest building, heart pounding as I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it just as Kara’s body slammed into it from the other side.


"Jake!" she yelled, pounding on the door. "Open the door, Jake!"


I backed away, breath coming in ragged gasps. The building was old, empty; a faint smell of mildew lingered in the air. I could hear Kara’s muffled voice behind the door, relentless.


I bolted up the staircase, two steps at a time. Reaching the second floor, I ducked into a dark hallway, trying to think, trying to breathe. I pulled out my phone, hands shaking, and dialed 911.


"911, what’s your emergency?" the operator answered.


"My ex—she’s outside, she’s trying to kill me," I whispered, struggling to keep my voice steady.


"Sir, what’s your location?"


I rattled off the address, eyes darting toward the stairwell. Kara’s footsteps echoed up the stairs, slow and deliberate.


"Officers are on the way, sir. Stay on the line."


I clutched the phone tighter, backing further into the shadows. I could hear Kara moving down the hallway now, her voice soft and eerie.


"You can’t slip past me, Jake," she cooed. "Come on out."


My breath caught. Every part of me screamed to run, but there was nowhere left to go. The sound of sirens in the distance finally broke through the tense silence. For a moment, I thought she might give up, but then she spoke again.


"This isn’t over," she whispered, her voice cold. "You’ll never be rid of me."


The sirens grew louder, blue lights casting flickering shadows through the windows. Kara turned and bolted back down the stairs, her footsteps fading.


I collapsed against the wall, the weight of the night crashing down on me. My whole body trembled as the reality of what just happened sank in. I barely noticed the police banging on the door, barely registered them pulling me to my feet, asking questions, reassuring me.


Kara was gone. Well, for now.


But her words echoed in my mind, haunting me.


"This isn’t over."


Sitting in the back of the police cruiser, hands trembling in my lap, I struggled to focus on the officers’ calm questions. Their voices blended into a dull hum. I stared out the window, watching the flashing lights paint the streets in red and blue, each pulse a reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded.


Kara’s fury pressed against my chest. “You’ll never be rid of me.” I had hoped this would end tonight, but a sinking feeling told me otherwise.


As the officers gathered information, I drifted into thought. I could still see her face, the way her anger morphed into something chilling. She had always been intense, but this was different—this was obsession.


“Sir, can you confirm her last known address?” an officer asked, breaking through my haze. I nodded absently, recalling the apartment we once shared. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to remember what had led to this.


“Are you safe to return home?” another officer inquired.


“No,” I replied, voice hoarse. “I’m staying with a friend.”


They took down details, promising to keep patrols near my location. I nodded, but their words felt thin, like a fragile layer over a brewing storm.


After what felt like hours, they finally let me go. Stepping out of the cruiser, the cool night air hit me like a splash of water. I could still hear echoes of Kara’s voice in my head. Each step away from the chaos felt like a step toward more uncertainty.


“Hey,” a voice called out. I turned to see Danny rushing toward me, concern etched on his face.


“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for signs of distress.


“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair. “I just—”


“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he reassured me, pulling me into a brief embrace. I could feel the warmth of his friendship, a stark contrast to the cold dread still clawing at my insides.


“Let’s get out of here,” he said, gesturing toward his car. I nodded, grateful for the distraction, the familiar comfort of his presence.


As we drove through the darkened streets, I felt a mix of relief and fear. I wanted to forget tonight, to pretend it hadn’t happened. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Kara was out there, lurking, waiting for a chance to strike again.


I stared out the window, watching the lights of the city blur into streaks. In the distance, the neon signs flickered like distant stars, but the beauty of the city felt lost on me. I was drowning in the realization that some battles couldn’t be escaped, no matter how far you ran.


And as long as Kara was out there, I was still caught in the crossfire.


The car hummed softly as Danny drove through the quiet streets, the glow from the dashboard casting a warm light in the otherwise dim interior. My fingers drummed nervously against my knee, the rhythm mirroring the unease coiling in my gut. I stared out the window, the familiar scenery rushing by like a blur, each light a reminder of the chaos I was trying to escape.


“Jake, you okay?” Danny asked, glancing at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road. His brow furrowed, concern evident.


“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, forcing a smile that felt like it might shatter any moment. “Just... processing everything.”


“Processing? You mean surviving? That was insane back there.” His voice carried a mix of disbelief and worry. “You really think she’ll come after you again?”


“She’ll find a way,” I murmured, rubbing my neck, still feeling the tension. “She’s not the type to just give up.”


Danny sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “We need to report this. Get a restraining order or something.”


“I don’t know if that’ll help,” I said, staring at the passing streetlights, their brightness momentarily blinding. “She’ll just find another way around it. She always does.”


“Man, this is serious. You can’t just sit back and wait for her to make the next move.”


Before I could respond, my phone buzzed violently in my pocket, the sudden sound slicing through the silence. I pulled it out, and my heart dropped. It was a message from an unknown number.


“You can run, but you can’t hide forever, Jake.”


A chill snaked down my spine as Danny’s eyes widened. “What does it say?”


I swallowed hard, the weight of those words heavy in the air. “It’s her,” I whispered, dread pooling in my stomach.


And then the lights flickered. The car sputtered, then died.

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Javiera Hidalgo 🇪🇸: Chilena, viviendo en Santiago, escritora novata (por ahora al menos 😊). Creo que, como escritora, todo lo que necesitan saber es que soy espontánea. También me gusta crear historias en las que le doy una perspectiva única a los personajes y situaciones. /// 🇬🇧: Chilean, living in Santiago, novice writer (for now at least 😊). I think, as a writer, all you need to understand is that I am spontaneous. I also like to create stories where I put a unique spin on characters and situations.

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