Bria POV:

He was leaning over me , I couldn't see his face but, he was standing at the foot of my bed , waiting, his mouth curved into a sinister smile. One of his hands was holding something and my eyes dropped to his hand , a knife . The sharp blade glinted enticingly as if it couldn't wait to be stain crimson red .

Then he climb onto my bed , looming over me and, I tried desperately to move , to scream , anything to get away from him but, my body refused to corporate, I was trapped between his heavily muscular tattooed arms and despite him looking down at me , I still couldn't see his eyes or his face clearly,  just that sick, twisted , sinister smile, he was enjoying this, enjoying my fear .

He lifted his hand dragging the tip of the blade along my cheek , the cold steel sending a shiver down my spine and I swallowed my throat dry and my heart hammering in my chest. He continued , the knife tracing down my throat , down to my chest and then he teasingly brushed the tip of the blade over my nipples through my shirt and I released a gasp . This was sick, sick,  twisted and so wrong and i shouldn't be .... but, then he lifted the knife high  and brought it down....

I shot bolt upright,  gasping for air and looking around my room in panic , my eyes searching the semi darkness for any sign of him but, there was nothing,  no one. Finally calm , I layed back down reaching over to my bedside table to check the time on my phone, 5:30Am .

I didn't know when but, I eventually drifted back to sleep but, at least this time I didn't have another nightmare. When I awoke again it was almost 8 and after freshening up I went downstairs only to find my mother seated in the living room along with my father and a police officer .

" morning,  wah happen?" , I asked as I entered and they all turned to look at me their faces serious and grim .

" morning, come, eh police wah talk to yuh Bria ", my father said and I took a seat in one of the empty couches , my stomach twisting anxiously.

" good Morning Bria, my name is detective  Perterson and please don't be afraid of my presence here.  I am just here to report that we have run some test and the eyes that were sent to you belonged to Chris , so therefore this is no longer a missing person investigation ,its officially a homicide.  If you have any further information that could possibly help us to find the person who has done this , we would really appreciate it" , he said.

I sat,  frozen in my seat. So the eyes were Chris's which meant that whosoever this person was , he had killed him to prove what? Ownership over me ? Yes, I hadn't liked what Chris had done especially without my consent but, I didn't want him dead for that . He was somebody's child,  cousin,  brother and he didn't deserve to have his eyes taken from their socket and sent to me as  a sick, twisted gift.

"Bria ?" , my mom's voice cut through to me. " yuh realise how serious this be right? Chris out deh somwheh dead and eh police need fi find eh body suh Trish and eh rest a him family can get some closure " , she continued and I fought the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes.

" can you remember anything unusual from your encounter with Chris that night or before? Did you perhaps overheard him talking to someone? Anything worth mentioning?", the police pressed and I shooked  my head.

" mi already tell unu everything weh mi know . Mi doh know who send mi him eye dem or why . Mi just know seh mi did upset because him kiss mi and mi push him weh and guh back inna the house, that's all . Mi nuh remembah if him did come in afta that or not ", I stated and he nodded.

" ok but, please keep yourself safe Bria . With the severity of the note that you received, yourself and those who are close to you are at risk and while we are working to find the person responsible,  we are also cautioning you to do whatever is necessary to ensure that you are safe and so are those who are close to you . If you happen to have any further information,  you can call us and we will discuss further, have a good rest of your day . Thank you for your time Mr and Mrs Tomlinson " , he said as he got to his feet and my mom walked him out while , I rushed back up to my room, tears falling from my eyes the mintue I locked my bedroom door.

I wanted to call Trish but, I knew she wouldn't answer.  I knew I hadn't physically done anything to Chris but, it was because of me why he was dead and his body yet to be found . My phone rang then and , I rushed over to where it lay on my bedside table hoping it was Trish but, it wasn't,  it was Mickayla.

" Bria ?"

" yes ?"

" suh yuh already hear?" , she asked.

" yes , eh police just nuh too long lef", I replied wiping my tears.

"Bria please , none a wah happen anuh your fault.  A neva you kill Chris and Trish know that but, she aguh need sometime fi process everything but, mi a hope seh dem find him body ", she said .

I didn't reply and after a moment she said, " mi aguh guh back to weh mi did a do but,  yah come a graduation practice next week Monday ? A eh last a practice anyways ".

" yes " .

" alright, please stop eh crying and call mi if yuh need fi talk or anything ok?", she pressed .

" ok " , and with that she ended the call.

The following day was Sunday and this time instead of being seated in my usual front row seat near the altar,  I instead took a seat in the same row over on the left side of the church where he usually sits and waited , hoping he would show up.

Weh yuh really a do Bria ? Yuh seriously think some stranger all because him nuh look holy and sanctified, a stalk yuh or obsessed wid yuh? Have some sense Bria , the man goodly just a have life haad and wah likkle escape suh him just a try yuh church,  eh nuh necessarily mean seh him a some mad man .

My subconscious mocked me and I was about to get up and go back to my usual seat when he entered and sat in the same row , the only space was the two empty seats between us.

I turned my head slightly to look at him, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it through my chest. God, he was beautiful, handsome yes but,beautiful too. He was the epitome of sweet , tantalising sin and temptation and something irresistible. His tattooed knuckles were entwined together as he clasp his hands on his lap, and I could see that he had others disappearing up underneath the long sleeve of his jacket and jet black undershirt that he wore.

He shifted slightly and his heavily muscular frame flexed with the fabric of his clothes , they were tailored to fit his frame , and they did a damn good job too , and I could tell the suit was expensive and he smelt good , no not good , unholy,  sinfully entrancing. He had the type of face I only saw in movies , beautiful but, still managing to be dark and serious at the same time.

Then there were his eyes . Blue , icy , piercing.  I had never physically seen a black man with blue eyes . As if feeling the intensity of my gaze he turned his head to look at me and I froze as my breath caught.

There was something in the way he was looking at me, something that made my stomach tightened and my skin prickled. It was unreadable, a mixture of amusement and something else, something darker that sank its claws into my soul, refusing to let go.

Then he smiled, a slow teasing smile like he could read the thoughts that went through my mind as I stared at him and I tore my gaze away from his face and to the front of the church, focusing on the proceedings. I wanted to leave , to run but, something told me that he enjoyed chasing and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of becoming his prey.

The reading of the bible scripture started and I opened my bible , resisting the urge to look at him again . Mi know anuh him a haunt mi or much less even know mi name but, sumuh bout him just off and mi just wah stay weh as far from dah man yah as possible.