The longer you stayed in the manor you inherited the more you heard knocks and kept getting those damn roses. Always laid neatly on your island counter in the kitchen, the thorns plucked off only leaving the green stem and bright red petals. Sure, it seemed sweet, but it was still creepy to all hell.

One day you had gone down into your kitchen for probably the millionth time because you were hungry and as if something new would appear in the fridge, sadly nothing was ever new. You padded into the kitchen, your bare feet gently hitting the floor as you groaned when you saw the rose laid particularly on the counter. "This is starting to get extremely old.." You mumbled to yourself as you picked up the small black card next to it.

You wanted to blissfully shred the card into little pieces, but curiosity got the best of you. You held the card in-between your fingers as you read the note.

If he ever steps foot in your house again, I'll have you begging me for mercy

God dammit... now your stalker doesn't even want you seeing your best friend. Like hell if you're going to be bossed around!