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She laid down on her bed and put her face into her pillow, letting out a scream of frustration but also fear, worry,anger and so much more. Pulling her face out of the pillow, she lay on her side and closed her eyes. She started to relax into her bed, exhaustion weighing on her body. She just wanted a full night’s sleep with no interruptions.
An eerie feeling fell over Margery as she lay on her bed, the hairs on her neck and arms started to stand up.
“I’m just cold,” she mumbled to herself.
Maybe she did need medication to help her sleep, but Margery didn’t want that. What if something happened and she didn’t wake up? What if her house was burning down and she didn’t wake up because of being so deeply asleep?
She lived alone—anything could happen to her while she was asleep. She didn’t want another thing to worry about.
Grabbing the sheet, she dragged it over her. That should do the trick. After a couple of minutes, Margery was half-asleep when she heard the first creak. Was someone in her room?
Ever so gently she felt a finger brush up against her cheek. She sighed and relaxed into her pillow.
“You’re okay,” someone whispered. “Daddy’s coming for you soon.”
Her arm was lifted and something soft was placed against her chest before her arm was gently put back. She nuzzled her face into it. It was so soft and felt amazing against her cheek.
“Snuggle up and think of Daddy. I love you.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
MARGERY
Slowly, Margery started to wake the next morning. She was so relaxed; it was like she had slept for twelve hours. It had been the best night’s sleep she had in a while.
What had changed? Why was last night a really good night whereas the others weren’t?
She let out a sigh of contentment and snuggled into the softness of whatever was in her arms. She held it closer to her chest and snuggled her face into it. What was it? The only thing she could remember that was this soft was the stuffed zebra Ethan had given to her before he died.
But even then, it wasn’t this soft. There were parts of the stuffed animal ’missing. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to let it go. She wanted to stay in bed for the remainder of her life and snuggle into it.
Margery knew that wasn’t actually going to happen. She had a life to get back to at some point. Not the rest of thisweek but she couldn’t get too comfortable because going back to work was going to be a struggle.
Opening her eyes, she looked at her arms to figure out what she was holding. Her eyes adjusted to the brightness in her room.
Zebra.
A pink zebra was what she was holding. She didn’t own a pink stuffed zebra.
Screaming, she threw the zebra across the room. She sat and pushed herself against her headboard, her eyes on the zebra the whole time. How did that get there? She didn’t remember having it last night.
Her mouth fell open as she vaguely remembered somebody touching her cheek, murmuring something, and it being placed in her arms. What did the person say? Why couldn’t she remember?
She continued to look at the zebra in horror. Ethan was here last night. Was that why she felt the hairs on her neck and arms stand up before she fell asleep? How did he get into her house? How long was he watching her for? How long had she not noticed he was in her house?
Was she safe?
How much longer was this going to go on for before he gave up? She knew Ethan said she was his, but maybe he would forget about her, or maybe he would get tired of playing his games.
Margery closed her mouth and continued to stare at the stuffed zebra. It had magically fallen right side up and was looking at her. It was like Ethan was making sure of it to haunt her.
If he had managed to figure out how to do that, he was dedicated. Did all of them do that, or was it just this one? Was it a coincidence, or was it supposed to happen?
Either way, Margery wasn’t going to try and figure it out with the other ones. Part of her wanted to know, but the other part really didn’t. Not when that could have been his intention to freak her out even more.
Her gaze was trained on this stuffed zebra on the ground. Did it move? Margery shook her head. The stuffed zebra couldn’t move—it was just a stuffed toy.
Unless Ethan got one that could move.
