drabble | Kit | cw: stalking
Curled up into a tight ball in bed, Kit hid fully beneath her blankets.
Her mind reels as she struggles to process the depth of everything she had just learned. Ezra, one of the most wealthy clients of the Bearded Lady had been stalking her-
She covers her mouth, tears filling her eyes as her mind offers a hundred memories; missing clothes, lingerie laid on her bed that she had never purchased, her journal moving⦠the soil-covered necklace that had been set lovingly on her pillowā¦
Desperate to escape, but having no where to run too, as Ezra had already proved to her, she flings herself off of her bed and scrambles, blankets and all to wedge herself into her closet.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she remains just this side of hyperventilating.
He's been watching me, she thinks for the umpteenth time. He's beenā¦
Her head snaps up as a new realization hits her- Ezra is a man with a job, he can't just hang around her apartment all day. He's got the have other ways of watching herā¦
Her stomach clenches as she climbs out of the closet and, in a frenzy, she begins to tear apart her cluttered bedroom, looking for anything that doesn't belong. Her hands shake as she goes, tossing things carelessly onto her bed when she deems them safe.
Her heart lodges in her throat as she moves aside the lingeried koala that lives on her top shelf, revealing the camera hiding behind its lace.
Trembling from head to foot, she pulls the small device out and sinks to her knees as this new piece of proof piles on top of all the rest. Vengeance suddenly sparks in her and she bares her fangs, digging her nails into the camera's casing. Before she can rip it back, though, the vengeful fire is doused by an icy thought- if Ezra drugged her and bound her for cutting him off at the Lady, what would he do if she took out his eyes in her apartment?
"Oh, my God-" she tosses the camera away and scoots back from it, hands covering her mouth as tears burn her eyes. He'd been watching her sleepā he'd been watching her in her private moments in bed- he'd seen herā¦
If it wasn't such an extreme violation of her privacy, and if Ezra wasn't such a bastard, it might have been flattering, or even arousing, but as it wasā¦
Her eyes flick from her door to the camera. Was he watching now?
Pinching her legs together, she scoots back over to the camera and examines it, making sure she hadn't damaged it when she threw it. She stares into the camera's uncaring eye and thinks, quite unbidden, about Ezra on the other side. Was he watching? Was he at work?
She whines, wishing she could smash the thing and be done with it, but instead, she rises to her feet and carefully replaces the camera and her koala, then looks miserably at the mess she had made while searching for cameras she couldn't do anything about.
Her mind swirls as she tidies the disaster. What can she do to get him off her back? Should she move away from Sol City? Uproot her life, abandon her parents?
She glances at the camera again and goosebumps spread across her skin. Would he be angry she'd moved it?