Words Left Unspoken

Chapter Three

He placed down the phone firmly in its cradle and smiled a little. Valerie Parker was such an interesting, lovely, and intelligent girl yet not as smart as he was. No, she wasn’t even close. She had no idea who he was or what he was about to do. He stood up and his eyes flashed in that special way. His eyes always flashed when he was excited…or angry. He moved swiftly, unlike his “undercover” character. His character was the person Valerie thought she knew. Boy, was she wrong. He was a totally different person. He was sort of like an actor hidden behind a small role, but once Valerie realized who he really is, he could finally have that leading part. She would learn to love his real self who was much more romantic and mature. She would learn that he loved her as he has never loved anyone before. He bet she didn’t understand that now.

But that’s absolutely fine, they were going to take it slowly, one at a time. Before she knew it, Valerie would find herself falling for him…uncontrollably fast.

He walked over to the heavy door that led to his chamber. It was actually his room but he liked to call it his chamber, it sounded more formal and medieval. Not that he was that interested in medieval times, it’s just he liked older periods of time, like Shakespearean…especially Shakespearean. People back then were different, more intelligent, and more valued and…that was enough thinking for the night.

He put his hand on the brass doorknob and pushed open the heavy door. It opened into a big room with a high, dome-shaped ceiling. Wooden, polished, floorboards lined the ground and stretched to every corner of the room. A huge, canopy bed was pushed against the right wall and was topped with thick layers of blankets, sheets, and quilts. A large window stretched across the left wall and was framed with long, heavy, maroon-colored, drapes that were closed right now. Wooden chests and a large wardrobe were placed against the north wall and his computer and desk stood at the opposite side. Picasso and Van Gogh paintings were hung up around his room. A large rug was placed at the foot of his bed. A brown couch was put directly opposite his desk. There was a wooden coffee table stationed between the couch and a large screen TV, not that he ever watched the TV, he was much too busy to be watching TV. A closet door was on the right side of his large bed. On the door handle, there hung a single old-fashioned key.

It had a beautiful design engraved at the top of the key. It was attached to a long piece of red string. The key was very important to him so he kept it near the bed at all times.

Instead of normal electricity lights, he had candle torches set up around his room. He nodded, satisfied with his inspection of his beloved room. This was his chamber, a place that nobody has ever been into besides himself and his parents. They were out of town for this whole month so he was alone in this big house for quite a while. It was perfect timing for his plans with Valerie Parker. He smiled thinly again and quickly changed into his nightclothes and slipped into his blankets. He had a big day tomorrow with big plans. He should get some rest. His eyes glimmered one last time and he reached over and switched off the electric candles. He laid back on his pillow and started to dream about his passionate lover, Valerie.

Chapter Two

Later that night, I woke up breathless and crying. I was tangled in my quilts and sheets and my pillow was damp with sweat. I had seen the whole scary scene happen again in a more terrifying nightmare. In the nightmare, Josh had actually looked at me in the woods as he fell. I had watched him hit the ground and I hadn’t done anything about it. Then, when I started hitting Ginger, I just couldn’t knock her out. She just grew more and more bloody and stared at me with terrifying red eyes. She kept on saying in a low, scary, robotic voice, “It’s all your fault, Valerie Parker. All your fault!” I pulled myself out of that terrible dream and took in a deep, shaky, breath and ran my fingers through my hair. I turned to look at my Snoopy alarm clock and squinted at the red numbers. They blinked 12:07 AM. My throat felt hoarse and dry so I untangled myself from the sheets and climbed out of my bed. The cold floorboards sent a shock up my legs. I shivered and reached for my bathrobe. I tied it around the middle and tiptoed downstairs. As I reached up in the cupboard for a cup, the phone rang. I blinked and looked at my digital watch again, 12:08 AM. Who the heck is calling in the middle of the night? I blew out, annoyed and tired but walked over to the phone. The caller ID printed, Unknown Caller. Curiosity racked my brain so I reached over and picked up the phone. “Hello, Parker residence?” I cleared my throat as I waited for a response. Suddenly, a deep, male, voice filled my ear.

“Hello Valerie Parker. How are you?” The voice spoke in a low, husky, tone and a slow shiver ran down my spine like a spider and I spoke slowly and uncertainly.

“M…may I ask who this is?” The voice spoke again.

“Oh, just a…friend of yours, you might say. I’m a person behind someone you know but don’t really know. You may not know so much about me because I’m nothing to you right now, but Valerie, I know many things about you. You’re full name is Valerie Kaylyn Parker. Your birthday was just yesterday and you turned 17 years old. Such a fine age don’t you think, Vallygirl? Yeah, I know what your sweet boyfriend, Joshua McWhite calls you. Oh yes, and you’ve got beautiful, cascading, dark hair like a magical waterfall. Your best features are those sparkly emerald eyes, two of the fairest stars in all the heaven. They could stop an entire army of men, hmm? Oh, and those two gorgeous, model-like legs and perfectly shaped body. Then, you’ve got that breathtaking, sweet smile that makes me swoon every time they enlighten your face.” He chuckled softly and my heart thudded like a drum in my chest. How did he know so many things about me? Only my best friends would know my full name, my birthday, and…Josh’s nickname for me. And the way he described me, it made me feel uncomfortable. I suddenly felt uneasy.

“Why do I know so much about you, you might want to ask? Because Valerie Parker, I love you. You’re as glorious to this night, being o’er my head. As is a winged messenger of heaven, that my white-upturned wondering eyes are in love with.” Another shiver tingled my body as I realized why his words were so rhythmic and poetic, some of his words were spoken in Shakespearean. He was quoting from Romeo and Juliet, like we were studying in English. These were the words that Romeo spoke to Juliet in Act 2 Scene II, when he was watching her in the Capulet orchard while she stood overhead, on her balcony.

“Are…are you saying I’m an angel?” I whispered, confused a little bit.

“Yes, fair maiden, a very bright angel that has made even the moon sick and pale with grief because her maid, Valerie Parker, art far more fair than she.” His words were carefully spoken, smooth and poetic, wise and romantic, but I felt nervous and edgy.

“Um, I’m not sure who you are but I’d like to know what you want. Who are you exactly? How do you know so much about me?” I pressed on, a little bit more panicked.

“That doesn’t matter right now, fair saint. What matters the most is I love you and trust me, you will love me too at the end.” His voice grew rougher and harder at the end, filled with determination and if it wasn’t just me, a little bit of menace. “We’ll be just like Romeo and Juliet, through love, despair, trust, pain, and…death.” I felt uneasy under his words and yet, I couldn’t hang up yet. It was something about his deep and luring voice or something that kept me hypnotized to the phone. “It’s getting late, Valerie so I’ll call you back in the morning, ok? Goodbye.” Without another word said, he hung up. I put the phone down and sat down on a chair. I really should be happy to have a secret admirer but I’m not. This Romeo-like stranger was creeping me out. He knew so much about me and he seemed so sickly in love with me and I didn’t even know who the heck he was. My heart was pounding and I realized I had been holding my breath. I took a huge gulp of water and rinsed my cup in the sink. My head pondered the same question over and over again.

Who was this guy and what did he want?