I couldn't believe my eyes.

My personal space is ruined.

My room torn to pieces. Drawings that I made, and pictures that were up on my wall are everywhere, all around the ground. Shirts and pants, skirts and dresses were dragged out of my closet and thrown on the floor with the rest of my other clothes. Shelves ripped from the walls, my laptop, my headphones, and a chair broken.

Everything ruined.

But there was one more thing. An inscription on the right wall in capital letters.

I SEE EVERYTHING

That's not disturbing at all.

"How the hell did this happen?" I heard Acker from the other room, while I was blankly looking at my bedroom wall. "It's in the middle of the day!"

"Sir, please relax..."

"Do your goddamn job and bring in whoever is responsible for this." He cut some officers off.

"Miss Carter." I turned to see a female officer with paper in her hands. "Would you mind answering a few questions for me?"

"Officer Simmons that won't be necessary." I froze when I heard a rough man's voice. A familiar voice. "I'll take it from here."

"Of course detective." She smiled before walking away from my room.

I didn't dare to turn around to see his face. Wishing that maybe if I didn't look he would just leave.

But that obviously didn't happen.

"Maya." He walked in front of me into my line of sight.

"Mr. Johns...sorry. Detective Johnson." I look up at his face and I felt so many emotions at once that I'm surprised I'm still standing on my feet. He hasn't changed since the last time I saw him, maybe just a few more wrinkles.

"It's Luke, or in the worst case Mr. Johnson, Maya." His lips twitched into a little smile for a second. "That hasn't changed."

"Sorry." I apologized again not sure for what anymore, playing with my fingers, trying to relieve some tension.

"I'm really sorry that we have to see each other under these circumstances." His gaze ran over my room, stopping at some pictures under our feet. "Do you have any idea who could do this?"

I understood the words coming out of his mouth but there was just something inside me that I couldn't get past. The last time I saw his face was at a funeral; now that's all I can think of.

"Mr. Acker has already informed my colleagues about a certain situation." He said after a while. "Someone sending you texts and pictures."

"Yeah, uhm..." I shook my head and closed my eyes to concentrate. "It started a few weeks ago but I didn't think anything of it." I hugged myself. "He send roses as well and then went quiet for while. I got some texts lately but I haven't looked at them."

"So this has been happening for a while?" I nodded slowly. "Maya, why haven't you been to the police with this?"

"I really thought it was nothing, but now..." I looked around my destroyed room.

"It would be really helpful if you gave us your phone so our technician could take a look."

I suddenly remembered all the texts and photos the stalker sent and felt ashamed that he would see them. See what someone has written about me and think I'm that person after everything that has happened.

"Maya?" His hand touched my shoulder and I was so close to falling apart there and then.

"Uhm, yeah sure." I took out my phone with shaky hands and handed it to him. He didn't even look just took it and passed it to another officer who was taking fingerprints off of my stuff.

"We will try to find who did this. Until then we can help you find a hotel where you'll be safe."

"I don't want to go anywhere." I blurt out. "I want to stay at my apartment."

"It's not safe here." He looked at me worried. "The door would need to be fixed and..."

"I really don't want to go anywhere. When the department takes everything they need I would like to start cleaning up." I tried to sound as little ungrateful as I could.

"In that case, you'll have a police escort with you all the time until we find the person responsible for this." He pointed to the wall behind me.

"Thank you but that won't be necessary." I pushed strands of hair behind my ear. "I already have a friend looking out for me." I looked at Acker through the door. He looked really pissed on a phone with someone.

"Maya, I know better than anyone how strong you are but this..."

"I promise I'll be safe." I cut him off.

"Okay." He said, defeated. "I'm expecting you to inform us if anything else happens."

"Of course." I nodded.

"Good." He tried to smile. "I actually wanted to ask you something since..."

"Please don't," I said with a shaky voice, knowing where this was going.

"Our doors are always open, Maya. I hope you know that." I clenched my jaw trying not to explode. "We're having dinner on Thursday, 5 pm. If you feel like coming, you're welcome to. If not, it's okay, we get it. It was good to see you." He squeezed my shoulder a little before walking off leaving me alone in my room.

"Mr. Johnson." I stopped him and when I spoke he turned to me. "I'm sorry." I got out finally and felt my heart breaking piece by piece.

After such a long time it still hurts.

"It wasn't your fault, Maya. No one blames you." He tried to smile but I saw the pain in his eyes.

He's wrong.

I blame myself.



"Theo I don't know where the hell you are but if you don't pick up I'm going to kill you," I said on the phone while I was leaving the twentieth message on Theo's cell as he wasn't answering. I hung up and ran my hands through my hair.

How could this happen?

Maya's apartment is in ruins and there is a lot of cops. They take fingerprints from her room, the front door, and everything they can. I already know they are just wasting time.

What else to expect from the police?

I stopped in the living room when I noticed Maya in her room with some cop. He was holding her shoulder and saying something to her, but I was only focused on her.

She looks like she's going to fall apart at any moment.

He slowly walked past her and left her in the room. As he was leaving, we made eye contact, which probably made him walk over to me.

"Detective Johnson." He introduced himself. "Mr. Acker, right?" He extended his hand to me and we shook hands. "We'll be leaving in a moment. Maya... Miss Carter," he corrected, "has refused to leave and so has the police escort."

"She'll be safe with me." I don't believe a word the police say. Fifty percent of them can be bribed, twenty-five percent are in the police because it makes it easier to smuggle illegal substances, twenty-three percent of them are able to shoot their own shadow, and the last two percent are exceptions who do their job.

I'm not sure where Detective Johnson fits in.

"I hope so. We'll contact you if anything changes. Until then, keep an eye on her and report anything suspicious." He said honestly.

I didn't answer him, I just nodded. He started walking away and not much later all the police officers disappeared from the apartment.

But before that, someone was called to repair the front door, which had been kicked out.

I still couldn't get through to Theo. I don't know where she is, but whatever it is, it's certainly not more important than his sister.

I found her in her room, collecting photos and drawings from the floor. She threw most of them directly into the trash, and whatnot, she left them on the table.

"Do you need help?" I leaned against the doorframe and scanned the wall with the red writing. For some reason, the sight of those three words made my blood boil.

"I'm not a damsel in distress, Acker." She tossed another stack of papers into the bin that was almost in front of me, looking me in the eye as she did so. "That means no if you didn't catch it." She walked over to the bed, picking up clothes from the floor in between.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I would make a good therapist.

"About what? That some psycho broke into my apartment, trashed my room, and broke half my stuff? No thanks, I'm fine." She threw a bunch of things on the bed and went to the closet, where she began to fix the shelves.

"Did he take anything?" I could see she didn't want me here, but she's out of luck. I'm here whether she likes it or not.

"I think a few of my drawings are missing, but I'm not sure. I don't know what he wants to do with them." She snorted. "They weren't even good."

"Let's agree to disagree," I muttered under my breath.

I used to draw sometimes myself and eventually tattooed it. I experimented a lot.

"And I'm pretty sure I'm missing a few pieces of underwear." She adjusted the shelf and turned to me. "I doubt the cops took them."

"And yet you don't look bothered." I frowned.

"And what do you expect me to do?" She laughed and walked over to the table. "Fall apart? I don't have time for that now or later if you haven't noticed." She gestured with her hands to her room, which still needed a lot of work.

"Is there anything at all that ever worries you?" I noticed how she froze for a second.

"When you settle down." She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile. "At that moment the world will end."

"Ha-ha-ha, funny," I said emotionlessly.

"It was funny." I heard her soft voice.

"Yeah sure." I pushed myself away from the door and walked over to her. "Now really." I stopped a short distance away from her to look her in the eyes. "Are you okay?"

Something flickered in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Stop it, right now." She dug her hands into my chest and pushed into me. "Stop being nice, it scares the shit out of me." She slipped past me and out of her room, with me at her heels.

"You want me to be an asshole to you?" I asked confused. That's what she said, right?

"It's a lot better than you pretending to care about me." She opened the fridge and took out a beer, which she immediately opened. "We both know you're only here because Theo asked you and bribed you with something." She leaned her back against the kitchen counter.

"You think so little of me, huh?" I tilted my head to the side.

"Less, but it doesn't matter." She shrugged and took a sip of her beer. "I mean you're the biggest manwhore, and believe me, I know a lot of them. You turn around at every skirt and..."

"What are you doing" I narrowed my eyes, something doesn't feel right.

"Telling the truth?" She laughed and put the beer on the kitchen counter.

"No, you're trying to piss me off. Why?" I walked up to her and stopped right in front of her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She tilted her head to get a better look at me.

"I think you know." I slowly put my hands behind her, trapping her between me and the counter.

I could feel her breath on my skin, her body so close to mine they were almost touching.

"I'm a manwhore, yes," I admitted proudly. "I turn at every skirt, yes, that's me. That and a whole lot more. Every dirty thought you've ever had, I've probably done it. More than once, too. I'm not afraid to admit it. I go after what I want, what can I say?" I smiled. "But why does it bother you?"

"Bother me?" She snorted. "You have no idea how much you are stolen from me."

"Really?" I laughed, knowing she was lying.

"Really."

"So you weren't trying to piss me off so I'd pushed you against the wall and fucked you." The atmosphere in the room thickened. "Hard and raw." I lowered my gaze to her lips.

I hadn't noticed how perfect they are until now. How could I not see that before?

I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm playing a dangerous game. This is Maya. My best friend's little sister.

I shouldn't even be this close, thinking about how she probably tastes. Or about how tight she is, how her naked body would look under me. Her legs wrapped around my back as I thrust into her slowly. Or her face when she climaxes. Moans coming out of her mouth like a melody I would listen to over and over.

Would she beg? Scream? Biting my shoulder to keep herself from being loud? Or would she try to dominate me? Trying to control my body for her benefit, taking what she wanted?

"Do you actually think I will fall to my knees at your words?" She smiled. "Oh please, I wouldn't do that for anyone."

"It doesn't work that way with me, Mimi. Just because you won't fall to your knees doesn't mean I can't get you to them some other way." I raised my hand to her face and ran over her soft skin.

"So confident." She laughed. "I'm not the type you want to play games with, Acker.

"I love a good game." I pressed my chest against her. "Which one do you want to play?"

She stood on her tiptoes, causing her to rub against my growing erection, and leaned into my ear. "I'm already playing it. Good luck with blue balls, Acker."

She put her hands on my chest and pushed me away, which she managed to do as I didn't think she was going to do it.

She slipped past me and the only thing she left behind was the smell of coffee and cigarettes, and the erection in my jeans that she caused.

Little fox.